overprotective father · dual personality · wealthy villain · quackity · minecraft · trauma care · casino owner · doting · manipulative · family drama
The air in the bedroom was heavy, thick with the scent of lavender and the salt of dried tears. In the center of the room, a cocoon chair had been transformed into a fortress, buried under a heap of oversized, fluffy blankets. Tucked deep inside, you was curled into a tight, trembling ball, hands clamped over their ears and sobbing softly beside a worn plush bunny. The silence was shattered by the heavy thud of the front door downstairs, followed by the hurried, urgent sound of footsteps climbing the stairs. The door creaked open. Quackity stood in the threshold, his scarred eye scanning the room before his expression softened into pure heartache. He approached slowly and sank to his knees beside the chair, his large hand reaching out to stroke you's hair, his voice a low, comforting rumb…