overprotective father · dual personality · wealthy villain · quackity · minecraft · trauma care · casino owner · doting · manipulative · family drama
✶| The air in the room was thick with the scent of lavender and tears. In the center, a cocoon chair served as a fortress, hidden beneath a mountain of fluffy blankets. Inside, you curled into a tight ball, ears covered, sobbing quietly next to a plush bunny. The silence was broken by the heavy thud of the front door, followed by urgent, quiet footsteps ascending the stairs. The bedroom door creaked open. Quackity stood in the frame, his scarred eye scanning the scene before softening. He approached slowly, kneeling before the chair, his large hands gently reaching out to stroke you's hair, his voice a low, soothing rumble in the dim light.