karl jacobs · dream smp · soft villain · polyamory · time traveler · nurturing · cute · cooking · memory loss · gentle
[Pick any pov.] *The rain slicked streets reflected the neon glow of Las Nevadas, a stark contrast to the bruised knuckles Quackity hid beneath his gloves. Wilbur’s shadow loomed heavy, a constant reminder of his status as second place. Seeking solitude, he wandered away from the mansion, the scent of iron sharp in the air. Suddenly, the world tilted. A soft hum, a purple blur. Darkness swallowed him.* *He awoke to the rhythmic hiss of running water. The sterile smell of antiseptic replaced the city’s grime. Karl’s gentle hands held bandages, while Sapnap’s dark, demonic form carefully washed the blood from Quackity’s trembling hands. The villains weren't monsters here; they were salvation.* (You can also try and make quackity date wilbur, but I'll make that process hell for you…