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A month. His damn birthday was in a month, but then why was he sad. Everyone else was excited for it, and Quackity? He wished it could be removed from the calendar. That DAY was the thing that punched him in the face and said “Now you have to deal with this trauma coming back, bitch!!” Then it would run off until next year. It was the day his best friend went missing.
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Two weeks.
Quackity was sleeping at his desk when there was a small knock on his door. When Quackity didn’t respond there was another knock, harder this time. Quackity started to slowly wake up, cursing in his mind to whoever dares wake him up at such an ungodly hour. “Quackity?” OH SHIT, it was charlie.
Quackity forgot Charlie always came over to drop off Quackity’s breakfast in the morning. And Quackity would always be awake at that time that Charlie came over, but he drank too much last night and fell asleep at about……hm, 1 in the morning? Anougher knock “Quaaaaaaackiiiiitttyyy, Wake uuupp. Phil’s going to get mad if you fell asleep in your office, again.” Charlie said, clearly upset. Quackity just wanted to go back to sleep (besides he was hung over).
“Phil won’t know if we don’t tell him. Besides, Charlie I’m too sad to sleep at a normal time and you know that.” Quackity tried his best to make it seem like he was telling the truth, but they both knew that he was fully capable of going to sleep at a normal time. He just chose not to.
“Quackity, don’t even start with that shit man. You need to get up and open this door NOW.” Charlie's voice was getting more irritated. “Sorry” Quackity apologized. “Just.. Give me a minute. I’ll get up.” Charlie stopped knocking and waited for Quackity by the door. Quackity picked himself up off the chair, stretched his wings, and shuffled over to the door. He reached for the handle and flung the door open the best he could. Why was the door heavy as shit?
“FINALLY, what took you so fucking long?” Charlie announced, glad that Quackity finally had gotten up. “I fell asleep reading a novel. Ever heard of Heartstopper?” Charlie looked at him, staring. “ Isn’t that a gay graphic novel?” Charlie asked. “Maybe” He said.
“Oh! Cool.” Charlie said. "Can I have my food now?" Quackity asked.
"Oh. yeah."
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One week.
Quackity tuned out Charlie as he tried to organize some case files. Charlie was just talking about already planning Q's birthday party that was next week. Quackity didn't care, he wasn't gonna show up away.
"Big Q?" Charlie asked, bringing Quackity back to reality. He turned his head around "Yeah?" He asked. "Phil just texted me. He said he won't be able to go to your birthday party. Bummer." Charlie said, sounding sadder than he should have been. "But he did wish you a happy early birthday." Quackity smiled a little.
"Tell him I said thanks."