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Charlie always acted dumb as a rock, but was he? Befriending a rich male. Keeping up an innocent act. Getting close to people who would work for the powerful man. Oh he knew what he was doing. Quackity would do anything to protect him, and he knew it. God he knew it. He'd use it to his advantage.
Picking fights with larger opponents. The duck hybrid coming to defend him. Hold him and make sure he was alright. Killing whatever he'd consider a threat to his precious slime. The owner of Las Nevadas thought he was smart. He really wasn't. It wasn't hard to figure it out.
Just a look through the history books would tell you about past relationships. Charlie could use it against him. Because he knew. He fucking knew the duckling was weak. Yelling at him would have him shrinking. He infact could hardly hold a pickaxe without remembering how he got his scar.
Charlie would use it against him. Mining like he hadn't before. The duck frightened and backing away. Charlie only used mock innocence to lore him back. Because why would Quackity ever say no to him? He had Quackity wrapped around his finger. The richest man on the fucking server.
He was proud of his accomplishments. Acting stupid even when he was kissing Quackity. Making him feel loved and dragged into a sense of security. Just to hang out with Ranboo the next day and get dragged back to the powerful mans side.
Quackity would probably think of Charlie as the pet and he as the master. In reality Charlie owned Quackity. If he ever needed something he just asked Quackity. The loyal man listening and getting him what he desired.
He wasn't undetected however. Sam seeing through his clever disguise. Telling him to get away from his son, but never around him. He knew Charlie would only play dumb. Make him out to be the bad guy. The slime was clever. It was concerning.
Fundy was nightmare induced. Tired and panicky, but he too saw through the slime. Holding Quackitys hand and mindlessly rambling on. The leader of his residence just amused and comfortably chatting along with him. It struck him as odd. How was the slime so close to someone like Quackity? The answer was obvious. He was simply using him.
Purpled knew from the start. He hadn't minded when he met the slime trying to use his mind games on him. He minded when he saw it was affecting Quackity. The slime following and watching. Keeping an eye on someone. An eye on Quackity. It was disturbing, but the alien knew he wouldn't get through to Quackity.
Wilbur wasn't a residence of Las Nevadas and even he noticed. The clingy behavior striking him as odd. Weirder when the slime kissed Quackitys lips before he went out. Wilbur didn't wanna believe someone like Quackity had his mind tooken over by a slime. Quackity was a smart man, but it was blatantly obvious what had happened to him.
Everyone feared Charlie for he had strong allies. Because the slime knew what he was doing. He knew it as he ran a hand through Quackitys hair. Just brushing it out. He knew it when he pulled a little two hard on his feathers just grooming them. He knew it when he kissed Quackity goodnight. He had someone on his team that no one would dare to fight.