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“Tobias! Come back!” Alex ran after Tubbo, trying to grab at him only to trip. He quacked and rubbed his ankle, “Ow!” He whimpered and looked around, “Toby?!” Schatt makes this look so damn easy! His wings flared in distress.
“Toby, mi amor, come back! Please! Oh god oh god- Schlatt’s going to kill me- it’s a tiny cabin! Where’d he go?!” He quacked again in distress. Swirling around to find the small boy. He ran through the cabin, upstairs, downstairs, inside, outside. Nothing. Nothing at all. He whined and collapsed into an armchair eventually. He’d never fucking find this kid! Schlatt would hate him. Wonder why he took him in. He’s still learning english and he’s already lost Schlatt’s fucking kid.
It was an hour sitting there in agony before he heard a small bleat and sat up to find Tubbo sitting at his feet, tail wagging.
“Perra..” he picked the child up and scowled at his yawn, “Oh you’re tired?!” He took him upstairs and laid him in his crib, watching him curl up and sleep. He shut the light off and went to the kitchen to start dinner, shaking his head. This fucking kid, man.
He entered the kitchen and began to cook, sighing. He was beginning to calm down when he dropped a plate and that was the final straw for the poor bird. He let out a frustrated yell and fell to his knees in the kitchen, in front of the plate. His hands covered his face as inevitable tears flowed, ugly sobs wracking his small body. He cried, and cried, and cried into his hands, sobbing loudly. It was a miracle Tubbo didn’t hear. His wings, small as they were, curled around him as minor honks escaped past his lips. He didn’t hear the front door open.
“Pumpkin?”
He went rigid. Schlatt couldn’t see him like this. Nonono! But it was too late. Before he knew it he heard the stove click off and suddenly he was scooped up into someone's arms. Schlatts. He could tell by how gentle he was.
“Hey, hey, Pumpkin, Alex, what's the matter? What happened? Did you get hurt?” Alex felt guilty as he peered up into worried brown eyes. He opened his mouth to speak only to whine and bury his face in Schlatt’s chest.
Schlatt let out a soft worried bleat and sat down with him, placing the small man into his lap, “..Quacks? You’re worryin’ me, Ducky.. What’s wrong?”
Quackity took a few deep breaths and looked up at him, “I-I- so many things have gone wrong today… fuck- f-fuck! I was try-trying to have dinner done for you by the time y-you got home- h-had to chase Toby around, thought I f-fucking lost him! Went to cook- dr-dropped a god damn plate! I’m so t-tired..”
Schlatt’s gaze softened and he pressed a soft kiss to Quackity’s forehead, “Pumpkin, shh.. Shh, it’s okay.. Breath.. Just breath.. I’m here..”
Quackity breath. Breathed again. He calmed to hiccups and nuzzled Schlatts cheek, sniffling. Schlatt smiled softly, “Theres my Ducky.. I love you, Pumpkin.”
“Te amo, mi Amor..”