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One month since Cellbit and Roiers wedding. One month since Quackity went missing. He thought he was getting Tilin back. Why must he be the one to fall for Cucurucho's tricks? He should know better than this.
Nobody had come to find him. Why? Quackity thought he showed everyone he was a better person now. That they would come to find him as soon as they found out he was gone. Why haven't they looked for him yet? Are they ever going to look for him?
What he didn't know was some people did know he was gone. Jaiden had saw him following Cucurucho during the wedding but lost track of them. She had spread the word but why haven't they come looking for him if they knew he never returned after?
If Tilin and Juanaflippa were still alive they'd come looking for him the second they knew he was missing. They wouldn't care about the things they'd have to go through for this. They would do anything for their Papa and Uncle to be at home by their sides. Oh how Quackity wished they were still here. He misses them so much.
As days and weeks passed, there was still no sign of help arriving soon. Quackity still had hope but it was slowly fading by the second. He was cold, so cold. He couldn't feel an inch of his body. It was so dark too he couldn't tell if he even was moving. All he was left with was the sound of freezing cold water and his shakey breathing.
All Quackity could do was stare into the darkness, he had lost track of the time so long ago just the thought of it made him feel sick.
Please someone come find me. ran through his mind at every moment it could. Being left alone with horrid thoughts like this for so long drove Quackity crazy. Yet he could do nothing about it. He was stuck. He had nothing except himself. But he didn't want himself anymore.
At one point it got quiet. Too quiet. Quackity tried to hold himself still in the cold water, which somehow never warmed up after weeks. He could hear some slight noises above him. He couldn't tell what it was but he hoped it was finally his chance to be free.
The sounds eventually became louder and the tiny footsteps became voices. Familiar voices! It was Cellbit and Fit.
Quackity's eyes lit up as he heard their voices enter the room he was in, they were discussing some things about cats? And taking photos too.
With every last inch of strength he had, Quackity tried banging onto the ceiling above him to get their attention but it didn't seem to work. He tried screaming and shouting for them but nothing came out. He was too weak to even let out the littlest of noises. He had spent so much time shouting for Cucurucho he had lost his voice.
Even just lifting up an arm tired Quackity out so much he began to drift back under the water but he tried so hard to stay up. He needed Fit and Cellbits attention so bad. All he could do was let out small gasps for air as he used the remaining strength to stay afloat.
And once again the room fell silent. What happened? Had they figured out what was going on beneath them? Was Quackity finally free?
No.
No he wasn't.
Moments passed and Cucurucho's voice could be heard faintly. Oh No.
This wasn't good at all. What was happening up there? Was Quackitys only chance of freedom gone?
All kinds of sounds were heard from above. Footsteps, talking, doors opening and closing, book pages turning, items dropping and being picked up, and worst of all the sounds of Cucurucho's god awful voice. It's not like he had a chance anyway but why did Cucurucho have to come ruin it.
Then came a loud silence.
There was nothing left for Quackity. He had no more energy and he was slowly giving up. The only thing he could do now was close his eyes, sit in silence, let himself drift underneath the water and have visions of things that will never come true.
The slow drifting was calming. Quiet and peaceful. This wasn't a peaceful time at all but somehow it still was. Tears gently fell down from Quackitys eyes and hit the water softly. He smiled and as he did his mind became crowded.
He wanted anyone, anything to provide him some comfort. He wanted to go back to the times before Wilbur left. When he was happy. All his memories flooding through his head thinking of what he could've done to deserve this.
Wilbur where are you? Please come home. I need you.
He wanted Wilbur to come find him as soon as he returned home. Visions of him running around the island because he needs to know if His Quackity is okay. And as soon as he finds him he does everything in his power to save him. Aggressively pressing every button in Cucurucho's office to open the damn doors blocking him from Quackity.
Quackity yelling and crying out for Wilbur with his face stained with tears. He's free. He's finally free. The relief of seeing a familiar face after god knows how long. He is so fucking happy. He tried so hard to lift himself out but there was no energy left. Wilburs hand reached out towards him and then he just collapsed into his arms.
The both of them cried and cried. Their sobs echoing throughout the offices. Everywhere was soaking wet but Wilbur couldn't care less. He was just happy Quackity was safe. They were together again.
Visions of Tallulah helping Quackity dry his wings, he was fragile and flinched at every little touch but she made sure to be gentlest she could. Wilbur handing him warm food to help him warm up again in the comfort of their small yet cozy home.
Quackity didn't utter a word when he was home safe. But he stared at the ground and tears began to form in his eyes as he realised where he was. He's home, he's safe, he's happy. No words were said and no emotions came from Quackitys face but Wilbur and Tallulah knew exactly how he was feeling. How could they not? He was Their Quackity after all.
Wilbur giving his bed to Quackity to sleep in and sitting on the floor holding onto him to keep him company while Tallulah snuggled up to him because she doesn't want him to be alone again. It took some time to get used too, still freezing cold, shakey and not wanting to be touched but slowly just the presence of loved ones brought warmth and calmness.
Tallulah wrapping her small arms around Quackity as strong she could to remind him that he's no longer alone. And for the first time in months he felt safe. He felt loved.
Drifting off into a much needed sleep, Tallulah and Wilbur looked at each other while silently communicating through their eyes. One thing was evident in the pairs eyes was that they care. They wouldn't let Quackity get hurt anymore. He was family even if he didn't want to admit it sometimes.
Quackity didn't want to leave the feeling of home in their arms. Everything was okay.
And then he awoke. Quickly lifting his head above the water, gasping for as much air as he could. And then Quackity remembered.
He had Visions of things that will never come true.