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There was a goat child,,,,sitting,,,, on the sidewalk outside of his office.
Quackity did not know why there was a goat child sitting on the sidewalk outside of his office. He did not know why it was that of all the places a goat child could sit Tubbo had chosed the sidewalk outside of his office, but considering he was a nearly divorced, never wed, toxic and overall walking disaster of a duck man, he was not going to judge the life choices of a smol, chestnut-haired goat boy.
Instead, he would go out to greet the little childer, and see what he may be needing.
He shambled out into the hotass Las Nevadas sun and looked to see what Tubbo was up to. Right now the boy was sat on the gray sidewalk with his eyes focused on the sky. He was kinda maybe sorta staring into the sun? But not really because that would be VERY BAD please DO NOT let your little goat children look into the sun OR ELSE THEIR EYES WILL FUCKING BURN.
Tubbo made a lil "beh!" sound as Quackity approached.
"Heya Tubbo!" The duck man said happily when the boy turned his head round to look at him with those big ol beautiful baby blue eyes of his. "Whatcha doin' out here, Kiddo? Waiting for Tommy?"
Tubbo answered with a small nod and a tiny frown. "Beh!"
Quackity went "aweeee" and quicky crouched down next to him. It was not a very good idea to leave smol goat childer unattended. You never know what they might get up to. They could get lonely! Or go off and made a fuck ton of nukes while hiding out in the swanky mansion they got built for them and their amnesiac hubbuns. That was never any good.
Unfortunately, Quackity didn't actually have any time to Tubbo-sit today. He was busy man! There was paperwork to fill out, files to sort, budgets and finances he had to deal with. There was only ONE duck man in this city that could keep order, and it sure as HELL was(nt) Him! Also, Charlie kept on trying to eat the shredder. Quackity had to get back inside and make sure he didn't do that.
Tubbo beh'ed again, this time while frowning deeply down at the sidewalk. Quackity felt all soft and shit and kinda forgot how to English. That happened a lot.
"¿Dónde está tu mamá?" He asked gently while tilting his head. If he couldn't watch the goat child, might as well figure out where his actual fucking parent person was so they could do it instead.
"Beh!" Tubbo answered. His ears were all droopy and floopy. Hehe. Floopy. Funny word, good word, very silly and sweet.
Quackity repeated his question in an extra soft voice. "¿Dónde está tu mamá? ¿Dónde?"
"Beh!"
"¿Dónde...?"
"Beh...."
This was,,,,not going,,,,very well. Quackity did not speak goat. He spoke English, Spanish, weird bird noises and also Bitch. Goat was not among the languages he was versed in, so he was truly grateful when the sky was split asunder by a heavenly ray of godly god shit IDK fucking glowly lights ooooooo very pretty yesssss please clap.
XD floated down just as Tommy popped up from around a corner and hurried over to join them. Tubbo smiled the second he realized the god and boy were there, and Quackity had hardly any time to register what the shit was going on, he was already bolting over to greet them both and flinging himself into Tommy's arms. XD had a wine glass. They were shit-faced and very cool about it.
"Hello Duck Man Thank You For Watching One Of My Boy Childer." They said while Tubbo clung onto Tommy like he was some kinda koala. "You Have Earned Your Daily Wages. By Which I Of Course Mean Me Not Slapping You Because Yknow That's The Point I've Gotten With Sum Yall. You Live Today, Duckie Boy."
Quackity could only stared and watch in awestuck wonder as they all walked away. Tubbo kept shaking as Tubbo tried to pull him off. Tommy eventually gave up and accepted his cuddly goat boy fate.
From inside the office, a happy voice called out.
"QUACKITY FROM LAS NEVADAS, I HAVE SUCCEEDED IN EATING THE SHREDDER AND WILL NOW BE MOVING ON TO MY NEXT VICTIM: THE PRINTER."
it was,,,,,,,an okayish day........yea