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They can't talk to him. They don't know where their other fiancee is, and they can't look for him, as Sapnap deals with the nastier parts of his hybrid inheritance, and Karl with his worsening memory. As they both fear waking up one day and forgetting him.
One day, though, their Quackity figures out something. As they slowly get fifty two letters from an increasingly desperate man, they wonder:
Will they ever manage to send their own back? Will they ever be able to hear his voice, instead of seeing his handwritting?

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Sap,

⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛

⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛

….

I think I forgot what I wanted to say here. Got a bit carried away. Sorry, pal. I’ve got more for Karl, if he’ll let you read the letter I sent him.

Uh. Welp, fuck. It’s your Duck, Quackity, if you couldn’t tell by the shit handwriting. Or the big ol’ flourish in the package you got this from (Did you like the gifts, by the way? Tommy’s a better artist than I’d given him credit for, even if he grimaces at the wooden texture of a brush handle), or the address I put this in, and-

Fuck. Did I write it in? Okay, yeah, I did, nevermind.

This is me. Quackity. Big Q, even if for other reasons. Please imagine my eyebrow waggling here- Hey! They’re incredibly handsome, thank you very much and the little huff you just let out is incredibly disrespectful, my man.

(Is this even worth it? I don’t know if you and Karl still have the enderchests. I don’t know if you’ll even know I tried to communicate with you, I- no, I can’t doubt.)

You better pick this up fast. And you’ll probably be incredibly disappointed you won’t be able to say anything to me back. Sorry about that. This semi-open enderchest thing is finicky, and.. I don’t know where either you or Karl are. I hope you two are alive, else I’d be pretty disappointed!

Pick this up soon, will you? I won’t be checking every single day to see if you got the package, on your end. Hahaha. Seriously, I won’t, promise. (I will.)

…

This is it. For now. Just- please give me a sign, man, I miss you. I miss you two.

 

  • Yours, because you and Karl learned to share, Quackity.

 

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[The letter comes in a nice smelling cardboard package. Inside, besides the letter, there’s a two of clubs, a poker chip with a flame painted in, obviously by shaking hands, a photo of a ring hanging by a necklace in someone’s, presumably Quackity’s, neck, and a white headband with an orange set of three letters: LNC.

 

It stays in an dusty enderchest for three days before being picked up, by the date on the paper]