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The thing about abuse is that they're always good moments.
It's how an abuser keeps their victim close to them.
Quackity would often think back to those moments he had with Schlatt on cold nights in Las Nevadas. This was one of those nights, sleep had illuded the cyclops once again and all he could do was walk along his city. The streets were always quiet when the moon was high, Quackity stopped by the grand fountains and stared into the water. Not expecting much to happen except his own sad excuse of a face waving over the moving water
"What happened to you man," He spoke to his reflection, sitting on the fountain's edge, "you can't even get a good night's sleep anymore and all because you're a fucking idiot." Quackity scowled down to himself.
This wasn't the first time the raven-haired man had this conversation with himself but damned if it was the last. Taking a deep breath, he took his beanie off and let the cold desert wind blow through his hair. Quackity always thought it was silly that he always kept his beanie on, but then he'd remember the conversations he'd have with Schlatt about it.
"It's unprofessional" was usually the go-to argument for the ram but once in a while, when piss-drunk, Schlatt had admitted that he thought Quackity was handsome without it. That Quackity would look beautiful with a "more traditional" haircut. Maybe that was why after the basterds death he barely cuts it. Never takes off the beanie around people. Schlatt had tainted the idea of a "cleaned up Quackity" for him and now here he was. He was a big businessman now. Just like Schlatt was. He was hurting people. Just like his ex did.
"I'm no better than him, aren't I. Fuck, I even drove my lovers away." Quackity said in a pained tone, rubbing his tired eyes as he couldn't even bring himself to keep staring at the reflection in the water. Getting away from the fountain and staring up at the night sky. The city lights made it so the stars were barely visible, which made Quackity scoff a bit.
Quackity used to stargaze a lot with his fiance. Staring up at the endless abyss with someone whom he cared deeply for was so special for Quacks. He'd even learned little fun facts about space just so he would have something to ramble about to Schlatt. It made him happy when Schlatt would just let him do so, running on and on about whatever he wanted. Of course, those moments were so rare one could count them on one hand but in a way, they still meant the world. That world over the years took on a new meaning of hurt and yet another thing Schlatt ruined.
Why was he remembering all these now? All these things that used to be so happy but knowing who Schlatt was, should just make him angry. He felt nothing but nostalgia and melancholy when he remembered his little space facts or looked at the rare photo there was of him without his dumb beanie. They were good things that came to such a horrible end. All overshadowed by the horrible things Schlatt did. His abuser did. The things his abuser did to keep him close. To make sure his "flatty patty" would stay with him to the bitter end. A pathetic excuse that was drowning in misery and was determined to drag someone down with him and Quackity just happened to be that someone.
"No. No, I don't think I'm like him. I'm nothing like him..." Quackity's voice droned off before he gave a small yawn. Sleep was finally coming to claim it's next victim and Quacks decided he'd rather be in a cozy bed instead of a freezing desert. Taking one last look up at the sky, Quackity had a small smile as he saw one star. One star, the north star, shining bright in the distance and all for Quacks. He was going to be alright, Quackity decided. He was in the right place for him.