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the more time quackity spent in multi’s lab, the more sick he was getting.
Small cracks and lines, barely noticeable, started appearing on his face, arms and waist, his skin getting paler and having a greenish color. And the coughing. Horrible coughs, as well as migranes and pounding headaches. He didn’t even think anything about it at first, tought he just got the flu or something. But someone noticed. Multi noticed.
One day, as Quackity was sitting on Multi’s desk, legs swinging and yapping his ass off to Multi, the scientist looked at his face and arms, noticing the marks and color, he went pale as his face dropped.
Quackity noticed, of course he did. He noticed everything.
He looked at him, confused “why are you staring at me like that? you look pale”
Multi looked up, to look the man in the eyes.
“the marks, your skin color, this is bad. Kurwa mać. i co ja teraz mam kuźwa zrobić.”
Quackity looked confused, or did he know?
“marks? my skin color? what?”
Multi looked like he was about to pass out.
Sure he didn’t mind other people getting injured or sick from the reactor, he didnt give a shit about people like nexe, ash or ewroon. But quackity? the man he loved so much? of course not! he cared about him so much.
“you’re getting sick from the reactor. Or can i say you’re already sick. Did you notice anything else? like headaches, coughing ect?”
Quackity looked at him, not wanting to tell the truth because he knew that Multi wouldn’t allow him to keep spending time with him in the lab. His face sunk, wings slowly falling down
“I- yeah. i did”
The older man’s face became even more pale,looking at quackity with worry and something mixed with fear and sadness
“japierdole. okay okay, come here.”
he signaled the younger one to get off the desk and stand infront of him
Quackity’s worry grew by the second, he got off the desk and looked into Multi’s eyes.
“hm?”
Multi looked at him preparing himself to what he was about to say.
“take your shirt off. now.”
Quackity looked at him with wide eyes and blushed, his wings flying up like he was excited lmao. Not that he was disgusted or something, he just wasn’t prepared for this
“Y- I- what now?!”
Multi sighed, knowing he would react like this.
“listen, its about the marks. i need to look at them and think about what to do with you. its serious.”
Quackity looked unsure, i mean of course hes unsure! who would consider it normal to take your shirt off randomly?
“..fine”
he took his shirt off, revealing marks on his wrists, waist and back. Multi looked horrified, but somehow.. pleased? like seeing quackitys bare chest satisfied him.
He started touching Quackities chest, waist and hands, examining the marks.
Quackity kept blushing, his wings fluttering with every touch.
When Multi stopped, he looked defeated.
He knew that he didn’t discover a cure for it yet because he didn’t know someone would get infected.
“im sorry. i-i don’t have a cure for it yet.”
Multi said, looking up at quackity
the younger one looked shocked, sad.
“..so what now?”
Multi looked at him, not really wanting to say this
“you can’t keep coming here.”
quackity just nodded and left.
But did he listen? no. of course not
he was so inlove he didnt want to leave multi.
Day after day, he kept coming back.
Of course Multi didnt want to keep letting him in, but he couldn’t stop him.
And with that, there came consequences for Quackity. He got sicker and weaker, falling asleep mid sentence, and more.
Multi was super worried about him, so most of the time quackity ended up sleeping in Multi’s chair or office.
The coughing got worse, the headaches got worse leading Quackity to passing out sometimes.
He even coughed up blood!
“listen, you can’t keep doing this. You’ll die!”
Multi finally said to Quackity
“i’ll stay. Even if it means i would die”
Quackity looked up at Multi, meeting his eyes
The scientist looked shocked and confused, why did he want this?
“oh my god, why do you want to even be spending so much time with me? you know its dangerous here!”
Multi steped closer to him, looking him in the eyes
Quackity looked at the taller man, thinking about whether to say what he was about to say.
“it’s because i- i love you okay?!”
He regretted what he said immediately.
Multi’s eyes widened, but something in his eyes flickered
“oh, you do?”
He grabbed quackity by the hips, pushing him against the desk, he then kissed him, their mouths crashing.
Quackity gasped, shocked, but melted into the kiss immediately, his hand traveled up to multis hair, grabing it lightly.
The older one’s hand went up Quackity’s shirt, massaging his back.
When the kiss stopped, quackity’s legs gave out from tiredness, falling onto Multi, and him catching him.