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Quackity sat in the bathroom, hands shaking and desperately trying to hold back tears. His worst fear was now a reality, and he had no idea what to do; how far-a-long was he? He took another look at the test, a month, it read.
What would Schlatt say? He wouldn't be impressed, that was for sure. He didn't really expect anything from Schlatt, but still, how would he react?. He refuses to let Tubbo call him father and Tubbo's his son. What would make Quackity think that Schlatt would give their child that privilege?
He slowly got up from his seat, walking over to the tap and turning on the water. He washed his hands, perhaps hoping to clean his hands off his mistake … no … secret.
Yes, the child wasn't planned, but he wasn't going to blame them for his predicament; he left the bathroom. He'll tell Schlatt, pray that his reaction isn't as negative as he'd imagine, and would ask for leave. He'd leave when he was five months and come back when the baby was old enough.
He strolled down the hallway, and it was silent, which wasn't surprising since it was so late; they probably all went home. He reached Schlatt's office, knocking on the door and saying, "Schlatt can I come in" he received a drunken mummer and decided it was probably a yes.
He entered the room to find Schlatt sitting on his chair with at least ten bottles messily placed on his desk and floor near him. "Quackity, you won't believe" Schlatt then starts coughing, leaving Quackity to wait for him to finish his coughing fit. After the coughing dies down, Schlatt takes a swing of his drink then continues, "Tubbo betrayed me hiccup he's gone and sided with that Tommy boy."
"Shit," Quackity internally said, Tubbo was in trouble that was for certain "what are you going to do?" he asked. Schlatt replied without hesitation, "Kill him," before taking another sip of his alcohol "at the festival tomorrow". "No!" Quackity screamed before covering his mouth "yes, tomorrow! He'll be executed after the speech" Quackity felt sick. Tubbo had been planing the festival and without realizing it was planning his funeral.
"He's your son!" he spat out, trying to get Schlatt to see reason "no son of mine is a traitor," was the simple response. Schlatt then continued "so tomorrow I'm going to have him shot after the speech" Quackity tried to talk but was cut off by Schlatt "would you like to disagree with me Vice President" Quackity could hear the venom in Schlatt's voice, he was almost daring him to challenge his authority.
"No sir," a smirk spread across Schlatt's face, "good, now what are you here for?" Quackity considered stuttering out a response but instead choose to remain quiet about his situation "I just came to check on you." Schlatt nodded his head, taking a sip from his bottle and waving at Quackity to go away.
He slowly turned around, grabbing the door handle and swinging it open, then "oh and Quackity," he froze "yes," he whispered." I trust you, don't make me regret it" he regained his composure and swung the door open fully "I wouldn't dare sir" He heard a grunt before dashing out the door. He prayed that Schlatt would forget what he said to him; perhaps he would wake up, and the thought of executing Tubbo would fly out the window.
Quackity was delusional for thinking that Schlatt wouldn't go through with the threat, and he knew it. He lay in bed wide awake, shaking at the thought of watching Tubbo die tomorrow; he kept telling himself that Schlatt wouldn't do it. He wouldn't kill his son. No, he'd let him off with a warning, he tried to reason to himself, but it didn't help.
At midnight an idea popped into his mind, he'd take Tubbo, himself, and his unborn child away from Manberg. They'd go and live out in the woods, hopefully once Schlatt died, which was bound to happen eventually, they'd return.
His mind wandered to a spot a couple of islands away, and it sat on a beach, there were wild animals everywhere so they could catch them for food, and they could build a garden to plant food in.
His feet moved on their own, guiding him around his room to pick up things. He placed 64 pieces of wool, multiple stacks of wood, a bed, a furnace, a crafting table, a bunch of different types of meat, chickens, veggies, and wheat into his inventory. He picked up a couple of photos placed around his room and a couple of other sentimental items.
He strolled out of his room after, of course, getting changed and made his way to Tubbo's house. He reached the front door and found it wide up, panic sank in, and he quietly opened the door, tiptoeing through the house to where he prayed Tubbo was sleeping peacefully.
He reached Tubbo and sighed in relief when he found him asleep; he walked up to the bed, shaking Tubbo slightly. Tubbo jumped up startled. He frantically looked around the room when his eyes met Quackity's figure; he screamed, causing Quackity to lunge at Tubbo, trying to covering his mouth.
"It's me Quackity," he whispered, the fear in Tubbo's eyes flickered away. "Big Q, what are you doing here?". Quackity sat on his bed "Tubbo I need you to come with me" a curious look appeared on Tubbo's face "why?". Quackity didn't want to tell him that he would be executed tomorrow, but he'd have to if he wanted Tubbo to leave with him.
"Tubbo, Schlatt's ordered your execution for tomorrow," Tubbo's face remained neutral "oh," he said, "yeah," Quackity responded. Then the events of tomorrow hit Tubbo like a rock flying through a window "they're going to kill me," he whispered; all Quackity could do was nod.
"Yeah, that's sad," he responded; he internally scowled himself for the comment and then said, "that's why I'm here, Tubbo. I want you to come with me" Tubbo looked up at him, surprised "really?". Quackity gave him a serious look. "Tubbo I know I'm not the most serious guy, I'm flirtatious, silly, annoying, and perhaps I seem as if I don't care, but really I do, and Tubbo, I don't want to see you dead".
Tubbo looked down at his feet. "I care about you too, you're a good friend Quackity, and I don't say that about many other people" Quackity placed an arm over his shoulder, trying to comfort him. "That's why Tubbo, I want you to come with me; we can leave! I know a small area a good distance away from here where we can set up a house, will come back once Jflatt has hit the bucket, and you'll be reunited with Tommy without fear of execution. Doesn't that sound good?!"
He sadly nodded "it doesn't sound too bad" Quackity stood up, "so come with me then, because tonight, either way, I'm leaving" then Tubbo screamed, "Wait, you're LEAVING!". Quackity rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly before quietly whispering, "yes, Tubbo, I am" tears appeared at the corner of the boy's eyes.
"No, you can't! I'll be all alone, no Tommy, no Wilbur, no you and Schlatt, doesn't care much for me in the first place … I'll be all alone in my final hours … I don't want to be alone surrounded by people who want me dead".
Tubbo looked up miserably at Quackity, tears falling down his face; he grabbed onto his hoodie arm "don't leave me." "I don't want to leave you Tubbo, that's why I want you to come with me!" Tubbo started sobbing into his hoodie, Quackity patted him on the shoulder, trying to comfort the distressed boy.
"Will come back, right?" Quackity pulled him into a hug in an attempt to comfort him "absolutely the moment Schlatt drops" that seemed to be the deciding factor for Tubbo because he got up, walking over to his chest, and started pulling stuff out of it.
"What do I need?" a smile worked its way across Quackity's face "bring stuff that's important to you and supplies like blocks, food, and wool" Tubbo started yanking out stuff from the chest, putting it in his inventory, then he paused, taking a long look at a piece of paper. "Are you okay, buddy?" Tubbo continued to stare and then whispered "yeah" before placing it into his inventory.
Silently they left Tubbo's house; they remained in the shadows, both praying not to be spotted by anyone that would try to stop them. No one would notice their disappearance until tomorrow if they noticed it at all, Quackity thought to himself. Actually, no, they'd notice Tubbo's disappearances and would go searching for him, granted some for the wrong reasons, but Quackity, well … that's a different story.
Quackity wondered who would miss him. Hopefully, Tommy would remember and miss him alongside George, Karl, and Sapnap. Schlatt might care, but he doubted it would be for any other reason than losing his sexy ass. He shook his head; it's best not to think about it, they continued on.
Halfway there, they placed a spawn point and continued traveling. They walked and swam through the night and the day and then the night again; they only rested when they were at low health or needed food. The trip was quite nice, with the two chatting the whole time and telling each other stories. Eventually, they reached the island, and just as he hoped, Tubbo loved it.
"This place looks great, Quackity!" Tubbo excitedly said, "we can build a house here!" he pointed to a large clear grass area "we can mine there!" he pointed to a large mountain and then turned his attention to the ocean, "and we can fish there."
Quackity chuckled; happily, this was going much better than expected. "I knew you'd like it!" he exclaimed and started building a foundation for the house. "I think the house should be two stories, will have a kitchen, lounge room, and bathroom downstairs, and then have the three bedrooms upstairs." Tubbo turned around and raised an eyebrow at him asked, "three?" as he continued placing the blocks, he said, "yeah, one for you, one for me, and one for the baby."
"Baby!" Tubbo yelled, startling Quackity "Ohhh, so that's why you wanted to leave" Quackity realized he had forgotten to mention that detail, "yeah, I'm a month pregnant." Tubbo inspected Quackity tummy and asked, "is it's Schlatt's?" Quackity shyly nodded.
Tubbo sighed, muttering, "so he was going to abandon two children" Quackity heart shattered at the statement; he stopped placing the blocks and walked over to Tubbo, embracing him in a hug. "Hey, it's okay, he's not here, and besides, you'll now have a young sibling! Isn't that exciting" a sad smile appeared on his face "can I name it?" Quackity shrugged "if you want."
"Timmy" Quackity was surprisingly okay with it "if it's a boy, they will name it Timmy and will come up with something for a girl." Tubbo quickly responded, "Tilly" well, it wasn't the worst idea. "I'll consider it."
"Will I get to play with them?" Quackity nodded "of course, you'll be living with us so you'll be able to see them whenever you like and when we return you can come over whenever you feel like" the sad smile turned happy "I guess having a younger sibling could be nice" an evil smirk appeared on his face "I can train him to do whatever I say" Quackity fearfully chuckled, afraid for what Tubbo might try to encourage his child to do.
"Perhaps as long as it doesn't hurt them or others, and also you'll finally not be the youngest" again, Tubbo excitedly said, "yeah,". They remained in the embrace for a couple more minutes before letting go and continuing to build the house.