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They had only spent a month together before they were separated again.
He feels hurt, his own brother (was that really his brother? He doesn’t remember that) had casted him out and left him to die.
His own personal hell was torture, but he had lived, unfortunately.
He doesn’t know how much time has passed, time is hard to count while you’re being tortured.
He just wishes that it’s not too much time, he had lost enough time with Tubbo. He doesn’t want to lose more.
The first person he encountered when he left that hell was a child, not just any child from what the little one told him either.
His child.
Another one.
Jesús Christ how many children did the world want him to have?
Were these second chances? Did he not fuck up enough already?
As he looks at his child, Pepito, all starry eyed and excitedly telling him that they could celebrate his birthday together, even if Quackity had missed it.
And decides to give into what the world wants. Just this one time.
He tries his best to throw Pepito a birthday party, Richas joined in as well, which made him a little bit more nervous. Another child that he was spending time with, this time not even fully his.
But they had a good time, his “bad thoughts” as he taken to calling them (years of being around curious children does that to a man), decided to calm down as well.
He slept besides Pepito that night. He used to do that a lot with Tubbo.
Tubbo always encouraged him to spend more time with the kids, so he decided to take a big step, something to make his son proud, even if he wasn’t there to see it.
Tubbo.
That’s who he woke up to, he woke up to Tubbo, Pepito and Richarlyson. All looking at him, all smiling.
“What-“
“Good morning dad!” Tubbo excitedly told him before throwing himself at the older man, giggling.
Memories of a smaller Tubbo came to mind. He ignored them, he had promised his son-his first son- that he would live in the moment.
“Dad, I have someone to introduce you to!” The younger man says while getting up from the bed, helping the other afterwards.
“Who?” Quackity already knew everybody on the island, Pepito hadn’t mentioned any other children so it probably wasn’t that.
Richarlyson and Pepito are giggling, they’re pressed together, almost like they’re hiding someone behind them.
Tubbo went behind them and grabbed the something (someone?).
Another small child, she looked excited and happy, her little princess dress puffing up at the bottom as Tubbo held her with care. Her small giggles were as bright as Tubbo’s were when he was younger.
“And who’s this?” Quackity asked while getting closer.
“This is Sunny,” Tubbo responded with love in his eyes, he looked at her like she was the only thing in the world, it reminded him of himself when he first held Tubbo. “She’s my daughter.” Tubbo looked back at him, his eyes held pride.
“Your daughter?” Quackity says incredulously, he reaches his hand to cup Sunny’s cheek, she smiles bright. “She has your smile.” He looks back at his son and smiles at him.
Tubbo nods, Sunny tugs at her father’s sleeve, asking delicately to be put down, which Tubbo does with a happy expression. Quackity hugs him.
“You’re a grandpa now,” His son says into his hair.
“That makes me sound old.”
“That’s because you are old.”
“Older than Philza?” Quackity pulls back from the hug and looks in Tubbo’s eyes, he has an amused expression adorning his face.
“I don’t think that’s possible.”
His children stay with him for the rest of the day.
Tubbo and Sunny stay particularly close to him, Sunny seems excited at the prospect of having a grandpa, to have /him/ as her grandpa.
Quackity follows his children around for the rest of the day, he learns more about them, he gets to spend time with Tubbo again. Sunny seems a little spoiled but he doesn’t judge Tubbo for it.
If he had the chance to go back and spoil Tubbo, he would do it in a heartbeat. He’s just glad that his son feels happy and safe.
The next days after his return seemed filled with the constant buzzing presence of children around him. Sometimes they would be his and sometimes they would be Philza’s, Tallulah seemed particularly attached to him.
Philza spoke to him about the egg island and the purgatory, he spoke of what happened with some type of guilt in his eyes. Quackity refuses to prie more on why, he understands, not fully but he does, that he did what he had to do to survive.
Tubbo did what he could as well.
He would do the same in their place. Any parent would.
Everything is the same that night, except that he maybe hugs his son a little harder than usual.
He finds himself thinking of Luzu that night as well, it’s not an unusual occurrence, he thinks of ‘what ifs’ and ‘what could’ve beens’ everytime he sees lilacs. His thoughts this night however seemed to stray away from his daughter and more towards his son, particularly what Luzu would think.
Luzu was vaguely aware of Tubbo’s existence. He never shared much about his past life to anyone who didn’t already know it. Maybe that was his downfall in a way, maybe Luzu would’ve stayed if he spoke about his past.
There isn’t a reason to stay if Quackity doesn’t offer many.
Would Luzu like Tubbo? If he didn’t then he doesn’t think they could be together. He doubts that Luzu wouldn’t like his though.
There isn’t a way to dislike his kid, at least from his perspective.
Luzu had talked about liking and wanting kids so he really didn’t see much of an issue. Maybe he should marry Luzu, that would make Tubbo and Pepito his sons.
Would Luzu be upset about that? Maybe he would want to be present at the wedding.
He’ll talk to Luzu about it when he sees him.