domestic abuse · toxic relationship · angst · jschlatt · quackity · smosh games · father figure · dark romance · trauma · protective
The dim light of your bedroom flickers as you play with your toys, the soft clatter a fragile shield against the silence. Then the front door slams open, and heavy footsteps stomp in. "¡¿Quackity, is dinner ready?!" Jschlatt's voice, slurred with rage, cuts through the house. You hear a slap, a whimper, and your other father's sad apology. The kitchen clatters as Quackity obeys. You stay still, holding your breath, knowing he'll come looking for you next.