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Quackity turned over in the bed to face Karl. Sapnap wasn't home, off visiting his father, so it was just the two of them.
Quackity moved in closer to karl, the taller almost instantly wrapping his arms around the avian.
"Wanna go get breakfast?" Karl asked, tiredness lacing his voice.
"No, m'tired"
"Okay then, let's just stay here"
And so they did, laying together for another while, before Quackity sits up, stretching.
"Can we eat?"
He looked down at Karl, who sat up beside him.
"Of course, and this time I am cooking, you deserve a treat"
Quackity felt his face heat up slightly, as he got out of the bed and followed Karl down the stairs.
It must be about eleven in the morning, the sun is pouring through the windows.
Karl pulled out a chair for Quackity.
"Sit, I am making you pancakes, the Karl special"
A small laugh escaped quackitys lips as he watched Karl cook, soon the smell of cooking pancakes had filled the room, a wide smile stretching across Karl's face.
"This time, I won't burn them, I don't want to listen to sapnap complaining about the smell when he gets home"
Pretty soon, karl had plated up the pancakes and set them in front of Quackity.
"There you go, the best pancakes for my Quackity"
"Thank you Karl"
Karl sat down next to Quackity, the two talking while the avian ate his food. It was a beautiful moment, with the sun shining in through the window and the soft hum of the radio in the background.
Soon, karl stood up, walking over to the radio and turning it up. A love song played, a soft one. Karl walked back over to quackity, reaching out his hands.
"Dance with me?"
Quackity chuckled, taking karls hands and standing up.
"Of course mi amor"
The two danced, quackity leaning into karls chest. It was a slow dance, slow but sweet.
"Hey Quackity?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you"
"I love you too Karlos"
The music was not something either men would normally listen to, it's the kinda thing that sapnap likes, but in that moment it is one of the most beautiful songs either has ever heard.
Karl had begun to kiss Quackity, just small pecks all over his face, causing Quackity to giggle, and karl can feel his heart soar.
Karl spun the shorter around, dipping him and moving so their faces are only inches apart.
This makes both of them laugh, uncontrollably, and the moment is just perfect.
But then there is a flash of light, and both men feel a tugging sensation as they are pulled off the ground. Quackity can see nothing, but he feels Karl pull him closer, holding his hands tight.
And suddenly they both fall to the floor, but this isn't their kitchen, it's a desert.
A fucking desert! How on earth did they get here? Quackity looks down at his clothes. He was wearing a white shirt with black pants, and he had a gun attached to a belt that was tight on the pants. He wasn't wearing this a second ago, and why on earth does he have a gun?
Quackity glanced up at Karl, who was dressed like one of the cowboys from the old films sapnap liked.
Karl was pacing around, mumbling to himself, Quackity only managed to pick up some of what was being said.
"Why now? Why with him? Fuck fuck fuck"
Quackity walked over to him, worry coursing through him.
"Um, karl? Where are we?"
Karl turned to face him, his face softening.
"Oh god quackity, you're not gonna believe me, there is no way you will"
Quackity grabbed karls hands, looking him in the eyes.
"Karlos, I need you to tell me"
Karl pulled his hands away, taking a small book out of the large pocket of his vest.
"Okay, I am a time traveller, my job is to collect stories from the past and write them down in this book, usually I can choose when to travel but I have left it to long, I was pulled through time and because we were together and holding hands you were pulled through with me"
Quackity stayed silent for a moment, taking in all this information.
"So we are in the past right now? Like the past from sapnaps cowboy movies?"
Karl smiled, delighted Quackity understood.
"Yes, exactly!"
"Does sapnap know? About the time travel?"
"No, and I need you to promise you will not tell him, okay? He doesn't need to know"
Quackity nods, as much as he hates to hide things from his fiances, he knows this is important to karl.
"Okay, so I should tell you, there are like, versions of other people here. Like some people we meet are going to look like people we know from back home. I have been to this time before, there isn't a version of you, we got lucky there, but there is a version of sapnap, so just, be ready"
Quackity nods, god this is a lot to take in, and Karl seems pissed that he is here.
"Follow me, I need to get a story before we go home"
Quackity follows Karl into what looks a city, there are buildings all around, with signs advertising alcohol, gunpowder, and even a 'rent a horse' sign.
This place seemed so cool to quackity, people are everywhere, and the smell of sweet alcohol fills the air.
Karl leads them to a saloon, opening the door for quackity.
"Don't take drinks off anyone, even if I am getting along with them, almost everything here is spiked"
Quackity nods, following Karl to a booth and sitting across from him.
"We need to wait here, Mason is gonna come in soon, he is usually a good person for stories"
Quackity nods, despite not knowing who this Mason was.
After a couple of minutes in silence, the door to the saloon opens, and in walks a man who looks exactly like sapnap.
"Karl, is that the version of sapnap"
"Yep, that's Mason"
The man called Mason strutted over, stopping at their table.
"Well, If it isn't my good friend Karl, and you have brought someone with you this time!"
Mason sits himself beside Quackity, wrapping his arm around the avians shoulders.
"Amd what might your name be beautiful?"
Before Quackity could speak, karl answered for him.
"His name is Quackity, and he is my fiance"
"Hmm, that's a shame" Mason says, though he doesn't move his arm from quackitys shoulders.
"So Karl, what brings you back? You need more stories for that book you're making"
"Yes, I do" karls eyes narrow as they look at Mason, he clearly wasn't happy about how close he was getting with Quackity.
"Well then! Let's go make you some story worthy shit, and we can bring your little friend along to"
Mason stood up, gripping Quackitys wrist, and leading him out of the saloon, leaving Karl to run after the two.
Mason was talking rather fast, Quackity struggling to keep up with what he is saying.
"And then, I will bring you to see Crops, he is a bit intimidating, but he can be nice if you get to know him"
Karl catches up to them, grabbing Quackitys hand and pulling him away from Mason.
"Look, Mason, we don't have time for a meet and greet, I just need a simple story"
Mason rolled his eyes.
"I just wanted to show your friend around, but if you insist, Sheriff Sherman Thompson is looking for someone to duel as he is bored, If anyone shoots him they get to be sheriff, I was thinking of trying"
Karl smiles, his grip on quackitys has loosening a bit.
"Yeah, that's great"
So Mason lead them off to the sheriff's department, chatting as he did so. Karl was yet to let go of Quackitys hand, deciding to stand in-between the avian and Mason.
Eventually the three stopped, seeing two men standing back to back walking away from eachother. After ten steps, the two turned around and shot their guns. One fell to the ground, the other simply lowering his gun, and walking into the sheriff's department.
That man, the Sheriff, looked like technoblade. Quackity did not recognise the man dead on the ground, but that was definitely the past version of technoblade.
Karl took out his book and started to scribble in it, then turning to Mason.
"You go arrange your duel with the sheriff, I will go into the building they are taking the body and wait for him to come back, he sill has one life left" Karl turned to Quackity, getting closer and speaking in barley a whisper.
"Don't do anything stupid, if you die here, and you reset on your next life, you cannot go home, so don't be stupid"
Quackity nods, receiving a small kiss from karl, before the taller walked away, following the people dragging the body into a building.
"So, quackity, why don't you follow me to see the sheriff, I think you would find it quite interesting" Mason said, a wide grin painted on his face.
Quackity nodded, following Mason into the building they sheriff entered moments ago.
As soon as the entered, Quackity saw the man that looked like technoblade sitting at a desk. He looked up at them, a sigh escaping his lips.
"What do you want Mason?"
"Hello sheriff Sherman Thompson"
Mason smirked, and strutted over towards the desk, leaning on it.
"I want a duel"
"Mason, I told you already, I refuse to duel you as you only have one life left"
Mason's face fell.
"Come on! I know I can win! You still have all three lives, I will ba able to get you this time"
"No"
Mason groaned in anger, mumbling curses under his breath, before his eyes fall on Quackity.
"Quackity! You can duel the sheriff, you have that gun on your belt"
The gun, Quackity completely forgot about the gun. But he cannot duel the sheriff! He doesn't know the first thing about how to duel.
"How many lives do you have?" The sheriff asked, his eyes giving quackity the feeling that they were staring into his soul.
"Uh, two"
He has only lost one, when the real technoblade attacked him with the picaxe.
"Well then, let's duel"
Mason leads Quackity outside. Oh fuck, this is really happening.
"Mason, I don't know what to do"
"Just take ten steps, then shoot, you can do this"
And then Mason plants a kiss on his cheek and Quackity hates him in that moment, for making him duel, for kissing him.
"I don't want to do this"
"Just do it doll, you have two lives"
Quackity remembers what Karl says, about how if he dies, he cannot get home. But it's to late, because him and the sheriff are already facing back to back, and Quackity thanks Prime that he knows how to use a gun.
They start taking steps, someone calling out numbers as they do.
"One"
Step.
"Two"
Step.
"Three"
Step.
"Quackity!" Someone calls, it's Karl, prime, karl said not to do anything stupid.
"Four"
Step.
"Quackity stop!"
"Five"
Step.
"Let him be Karl, he is dueling"
That was Mason, fucking Mason.
"Six"
Step.
"Seven"
Step.
"Eight"
Step.
Quackity can hear Karl crying, he really fucked up this time didn't he.
"Nine"
Step.
Quackity swore under his breath, he was going to have to be fast.
"Ten"
Quackity turned around and pulled the trigger, and there is a loud bang, but only one, the sheriff's gum never went off.
Quackity opens his eyes, he didn't even realise he had them shut, and the sheriff has his hand to his stomach, which Is oozing blood. He falls to the ground, a shocked look painted across his face. He is dead.
Quackity killed him, he shot him and it killed him. It killed him fast, it must have hit some organs. Everyone around is quite, the silence stretching, untill it is filled with cheers.
People.tapking about how the sherrif has never been shot, this was the first time.
Karl runs to Quackity, wrapping his arms around the shorter in a tight embrace.
"You scared the crap out of me! I swear to Prime if you ever do something stupid like this again I will kill you myself"
But quackity is in shock, his mind feels all fuzzy.
"I killed him karl"
"Hey, it's okay duckling, he will come back, that was only his first life, and I am proud of you for not dying"
Karl leads Quackity into an empty building, where the two sit down on some old crates.
"I need to write down what happened, then we can go home okay?"
Quackity nods, leaning his head on Karl's shoulder and closing his eyes.
After a while, Quackity hears the door open, then close. Karl moves his shoulder slightly, signaling to quackity that he should get up.
Quackity opens his eyes, and right there, in front of him, is the sherif.
"Hello boys"
"Hello Sheriff" Karl answers.
"I am afraid you cannot call me that anymore, for I did say that whoever could beat me in a duel could become sheriff"
"You can stay sheriff" Quackity says, causing both Karl and the sheriff to look at him.
"What?"
"I don't want to be sheriff, you can keep the job"
The sheriff looks puzzled for a moment, before nodding.
"Well, thank you, this does mean a lot"
He takes off his golden badge, the one that reads 'sherrif' in small writing, and shoves it into quackitys hands.
"At least take this, you deserve it"
The sheriff walks back to the door.
"Oh, and one more thing"
"Yeah?"
"Well done, you are quite skilled with that gun, I do hope Karl brings you with him more often when he visits"
And with that he walks out of the door, closing it behind him.
"You okay?" Karl asks, his voice laced with concern.
"Yeah, I think so"
Quackity examines the badge as Karl finishes writing in his book and closes it with a slam.
"Right, we can leave now"
Karl takes out a pocket watch from his pocket, one quackity has never seen before, and with a few twists, a portal opens right in front of them.
"Want me to keep the badge safe?"
"Yeah"
Karl takes the badge, placing it in his pocket, he grabs quackitys hands and pulls him through the portal.
They feel thenpking sensation from earlier, and neither can see anything, but karl knows that it's okay, because they are going home.
They land on the kitchen floor, both miraculously on their feet this time. Karl notices the pancakes still on the table. They are wearing the clothes they had on before they had left. He glances at the clock, 1.25, five minutes and sapnap is suposed to be home. Talk about perfect timing.
Karl notices quackity looking rather confused at his surroundings.
"Hey, you okay?"
"Uh, yeah, I'm fine"
Karl is not convinced, Quackity is looking around the kitchen, it's almost like he doesn't recognise the place.
"Are you sure you are okay? You look kinda-"
Karl gets cut off by quackity.
"Look, I am sorry, but do I know you? Also where are we? Because I don't think I should be here"
Karls heart drops, this had to be a joke.
"Haha, very funny Quackity"
"How do you know my name?"
Quackity looks startled, backing away from karl.
"You're not kidding? But you have to be messing with me! You haven't forgotten, I time travel all the time and I have not forgotten anything to
Quackity turned over in the bed to face Karl. Sapnap wasn't home, off visiting his father, so it was just the two of them.
Quackity moved in closer to karl, the taller almost instantly wrapping his arms around the avian.
"Wanna go get breakfast?" Karl asked, sleep lacing his voice.
"No, m'tired"
"Okay then, let's just stay here"
And so they did, laying together for another while, before Quackity sits up, stretching.
"Can we eat?"
He looked down at Karl, who sat up beside him.
"Of course, and this time I am cooking, you deserve a treat"
Quackity felt his face heat up slightly, as he got out of the bed and followed Karl down the stairs.
It must be about eleven in the morning, the sun is pouring through the windows.
Karl pulled out a chair for Quackity.
"Sit, I am making you pancakes, the Karl special"
A small laugh escaped quackitys lips as he watched Karl cook, soon the smell of cooking pancakes had filled the room, a wide smile stretching across Karl's face.
"This time, I won't burn them, I don't want to listen to sapnap complaining about the smell when he gets home"
Pretty soon, karl had plated up the pancakes and set them in front of Quackity.
"There you go, the best pancakes for my Quackity"
"Thank you Karl"
Karl sat down next to Quackity, the two talking while the avian ate his food. It was a beautiful moment, with the sun shining in through the window and the soft hum of the radio in the background.
Soon, karl stood up, walking over to the radio and turning it up. A love song played, a soft one. Karl walked back over to quackity, reaching out his hands.
"Dance with me?"
Quackity chuckled, taking karls hands and standing up.
"Of course mi amor"
The two danced, quackity leaning into karls chest. It was a slow dance, slow but sweet.
"Hey Quackity?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you"
"I love you too Karlos"
The music was not something either men would normally listen to, it's the kinda thing that sapnap likes, but in that moment it is one of the most beautiful songs either has ever heard.
Karl had begun to kiss Quackity, just small pecks all over his face, causing Quackity to giggle, and karl can feel his heart soar.
Karl spun the shorter around, dipping him and moving so their faces are only inches apart.
This makes both of them laugh, uncontrollably, and the moment is just perfect.
But then there is a flash of light, and both men feel a tugging sensation as they are pulled off the ground. Quackity can see nothing, but he feels Karl pull him closer, holding his hands tight.
And suddenly they both fall to the floor, but this isn't their kitchen, it's a desert.
A fucking desert! How on earth did they get here? Quackity looks down at his clothes. He was wearing a white shirt with black pants, and he had a gun attached to a belt that was tight on the pants. He wasn't wearing this a second ago, and why on earth does he have a gun?
Quackity glanced up at Karl, who was dressed like one of the cowboys from the old films sapnap liked.
Karl was pacing around, mumbling to himself, Quackity only managed to pick up some of what was being said.
"Why now? Why with him? Fuck fuck fuck"
Quackity walked over to him, worry coursing through him.
"Um, karl? Where are we?"
Karl turned to face him, his face softening.
"Oh god quackity, you're not gonna believe me, there is no way you will"
Quackity grabbed karls hands, looking him in the eyes.
"Karlos, I need you to tell me"
Karl pulled his hands away, taking a small book out of the large pocket of his vest.
"Okay, I am a time traveller, my job is to collect stories from the past and write them down in this book, usually I can choose when to travel but I have left it to long, I was pulled through time and because we were together and holding hands you were pulled through with me"
Quackity stayed silent for a moment, taking in all this information.
"So we are in the past right now? Like the past from sapnaps cowboy movies?"
Karl smiled, delighted Quackity understood.
"Yes, exactly!"
"Does sapnap know? About the time travel?"
"No, and I need you to promise you will not tell him, okay? He doesn't need to know"
Quackity nods, as much as he hates to hide things from his fiances, he knows this is important to karl.
"Okay, so I should tell you, there are like, versions of other people here. Like some people we meet are going to look like people we know from back home. I have been to this time before, there isn't a version of you, we got lucky there, but there is a version of sapnap, so just, be ready"
Quackity nods, prime, this is a lot to take in, and Karl seems pissed that he is here.
"Follow me, I need to get a story before we go home"
Quackity follows Karl into what looks a city, there are buildings all around, with signs advertising alcohol, gunpowder, and even a 'rent a horse' sign.
This place seemed so cool to quackity, people are everywhere, and the smell of sweet alcohol fills the air.
Karl leads them to a saloon, opening the door for quackity.
"Don't take drinks off anyone, even if I am getting along with them, almost everything here is spiked"
Quackity nods, following Karl to a booth and sitting across from him.
"We need to wait here, Mason is gonna come in soon, he is usually a good person for stories"
Quackity nods, despite not knowing who this Mason was.
After a couple of minutes in silence, the door to the saloon opens, and in walks a man who looks exactly like sapnap.
"Karl, is that the version of sapnap"
"Yep, that's Mason"
The man called Mason strutted over, stopping at their table.
"Well, If it isn't my good friend Karl, and you have brought someone with you this time!"
Mason sits himself beside Quackity, wrapping his arm around the avians shoulders.
"Amd what might your name be beautiful?"
Before Quackity could speak, karl answered for him.
"His name is Quackity, and he is my fiance"
"Hmm, that's a shame" Mason says, though he doesn't move his arm from quackitys shoulders.
"So Karl, what brings you back? You need more stories for that book you're making"
"Yes, I do" karls eyes narrow as they look at Mason, he clearly wasn't happy about how close he was getting with Quackity.
"Well then! Let's go make you some story worthy shit, and we can bring your little friend along to"
Mason stood up, gripping Quackitys wrist, and leading him out of the saloon, leaving Karl to run after the two.
Mason was talking rather fast, Quackity struggling to keep up with what he is saying.
"And then, I will bring you to see Crops, he is a bit intimidating, but he can be nice if you get to know him"
Karl catches up to them, grabbing Quackitys hand and pulling him away from Mason.
"Look, Mason, we don't have time for a meet and greet, I just need a simple story"
Mason rolled his eyes.
"I just wanted to show your friend around, but if you insist, Sheriff Sherman Thompson is looking for someone to duel as he is bored, If anyone shoots him they get to be sheriff, I was thinking of trying"
Karl smiles, his grip on quackitys has loosening a bit.
"Yeah, that's great"
So Mason lead them off to the sheriff's department, chatting as he did so. Karl was yet to let go of Quackitys hand, deciding to stand in-between the avian and Mason.
Eventually the three stopped, seeing two men standing back to back walking away from eachother. After ten steps, the two turned around and shot their guns. One fell to the ground, the other simply lowering his gun, and walking into the sheriff's department.
That man, the Sheriff, looked like technoblade. Quackity did not recognise the man dead on the ground, but that was definitely the past version of technoblade.
Karl took out his book and started to scribble in it, then turning to Mason.
"You go arrange your duel with the sheriff, I will go into the building they are taking the body and wait for him to come back, he sill has one life left" Karl turned to Quackity, getting closer and speaking in barley a whisper.
"Don't do anything stupid, if you die here, and you reset on your next life, you cannot go home, so don't be stupid"
Quackity nods, receiving a small kiss from karl, before the taller walked away, following the people dragging the body into a building.
"So, quackity, why don't you follow me to see the sheriff, I think you would find it quite interesting" Mason said, a wide grin painted on his face.
Quackity nodded, following Mason into the building they sheriff entered moments ago.
As soon as the entered, Quackity saw the man that looked like technoblade sitting at a desk. He looked up at them, a sigh escaping his lips.
"What do you want Mason?"
"Hello sheriff Sherman Thompson"
Mason smirked, and strutted over towards the desk, leaning on it.
"I want a duel"
"Mason, I told you already, I refuse to duel you as you only have one life left"
Mason's face fell.
"Come on! I know I can win! You still have all three lives, I will ba able to get you this time"
"No"
Mason groaned in anger, mumbling curses under his breath, before his eyes fall on Quackity.
"Quackity! You can duel the sheriff, you have that gun on your belt"
The gun, Quackity completely forgot about the gun. But he cannot duel the sheriff! He doesn't know the first thing about how to duel.
"How many lives do you have?" The sheriff asked, his eyes giving quackity the feeling that they were staring into his soul.
"Uh, two"
He has only lost one, when the real technoblade attacked him with the picaxe.
"Well then, let's duel"
Mason leads Quackity outside. Oh fuck, this is really happening.
"Mason, I don't know what to do"
"Just take ten steps, then shoot, you can do this"
And then Mason plants a kiss on his cheek and Quackity hates him in that moment, for making him duel, for kissing him.
"I don't want to do this"
"Just do it doll, you have two lives"
Quackity remembers what Karl says, about how if he dies, he cannot get home. But it's to late, because him and the sheriff are already facing back to back, and Quackity thanks Prime that he knows how to use a gun.
They start taking steps, someone calling out numbers as they do.
"One"
Step.
"Two"
Step.
"Three"
Step.
"Quackity!" Someone calls, it's Karl, prime, karl said not to do anything stupid.
"Four"
Step.
"Quackity stop!"
"Five"
Step.
"Let him be Karl, he is dueling"
That was Mason, fucking Mason.
"Six"
Step.
"Seven"
Step.
"Eight"
Step.
Quackity can hear Karl crying, he really fucked up this time didn't he.
"Nine"
Step.
Quackity swore under his breath, he was going to have to be fast.
"Ten"
Quackity turned around and pulled the trigger, and there is a loud bang, but only one, the sheriff's gum never went off.
Quackity opens his eyes, he didn't even realise he had them shut, and the sheriff has his hand to his stomach, which Is oozing blood. He falls to the ground, a shocked look painted across his face. He is dead.
Quackity killed him, he shot him and it killed him. It killed him fast, it must have hit some organs. Everyone around is quite, the silence stretching, untill it is filled with cheers.
People.tapking about how the sherrif has never been shot, this was the first time.
Karl runs to Quackity, wrapping his arms around the shorter in a tight embrace.
"You scared the crap out of me! I swear to Prime if you ever do something stupid like this again I will kill you myself"
But quackity is in shock, his mind feels all fuzzy.
"I killed him karl"
"Hey, it's okay duckling, he will come back, that was only his first life, and I am proud of you for not dying"
Karl leads Quackity into an empty building, where the two sit down on some old crates.
"I need to write down what happened, then we can go home okay?"
Quackity nods, leaning his head on Karl's shoulder and closing his eyes.
After a while, Quackity hears the door open, then close. Karl moves his shoulder slightly, signaling to quackity that he should get up.
Quackity opens his eyes, and right there, in front of him, is the sherif.
"Hello boys"
"Hello Sheriff" Karl answers.
"I am afraid you cannot call me that anymore, for I did say that whoever could beat me in a duel could become sheriff"
"You can stay sheriff" Quackity says, causing both Karl and the sheriff to look at him.
"What?"
"I don't want to be sheriff, you can keep the job"
The sheriff looks puzzled for a moment, before nodding.
"Well, thank you, this does mean a lot"
He takes off his golden badge, the one that reads 'sherrif' in small writing, and shoves it into quackitys hands.
"At least take this, you deserve it"
The sheriff walks back to the door.
"Oh, and one more thing"
"Yeah?"
"Well done, you are quite skilled with that gun, I do hope Karl brings you with him more often when he visits"
And with that he walks out of the door, closing it behind him.
"You okay?" Karl asks, his voice laced with concern.
"Yeah, I think so"
Quackity examines the badge as Karl finishes writing in his book and closes it with a slam.
"Right, we can leave now"
Karl takes out a pocket watch from his pocket, one quackity has never seen before, and with a few twists, a portal opens right in front of them.
"Want me to keep the badge safe?"
"Yeah"
Karl takes the badge, placing it in his pocket, he grabs quackitys hands and pulls him through the portal.
They feel thenpking sensation from earlier, and neither can see anything, but karl knows that it's okay, because they are going home.
They land on the kitchen floor, both miraculously on their feet this time. Karl notices the pancakes still on the table. They are wearing the clothes they had on before they had left. He glances at the clock, 1.25, five minutes and sapnap is suposed to be home. Talk about perfect timing.
Karl notices quackity looking rather confused at his surroundings.
"Hey, you okay?"
"Uh, yeah, I'm fine"
Karl is not convinced, Quackity is looking around the kitchen, it's almost like he doesn't recognise the place.
"Are you sure you are okay? You look kinda-"
Karl gets cut off by quackity.
"Look, I am sorry, but do I know you? Also where are we? Because I don't think I should be here"
Karls heart drops, this had to be a joke.
"Haha, very funny Quackity"
"How do you know my name?"
Quackity looks startled, backing away from karl.
"You're not kidding? But you have to be messing with me! You haven't forgotten, I time travel all the time and I have not forgotten anything to big yet, you're joking, right"
Quackity sighs.
"Look, I have no clue who you are, or how you know my name, but I don't know where I am or why I am just wearing a shirt thats way too large for me and boxer shorts, so do you maybe have a phone, I think I remember the number of someone who can help"
Oh prime, he has forgotten. Karl can feel panic set in. Quackity didn't remember.
"Do you remember sapnap?"
"Who?"
Yep, karl fucked up.
Sapnap was going too kill him.