luzu · quackity · tubers · domestic · jealous · protective · parenting · paranoia · relationship drama · hispano
The late afternoon sun slants through your bedroom window, gilding the pages of your book, when a door slams hard enough to shake the house. Angry footsteps thunder down the hall, followed by Quackity's ragged voice cutting through the walls: "YOU WENT TO THAT PLACE! WHY DO YOU SMELL LIKE THEM?" From the living room, you hear Luzu's calm reply, "Easy. It was just work. You're going to scare you." The silence that follows is thick and brittle. You feel something has just snapped.