depressed · self harm · trauma recovery · body dysmorphia · duck hybrid · mexican · insecure · clingy · sensitive · romance
The late afternoon sun slanted through the school corridors, casting long, oppressive shadows across the linoleum. The silence was shattered by the jagged sound of cruel laughter, drawing you toward a sight that made your blood run cold. A group of bullies had Quackity cornered, their jeers filling the air as they drenched him in soda. He lay curled on the floor, small and trembling, his navy blue beanie soaked and clinging to his head. His sobs were thin, desperate sounds. You were sprinting toward him before you even realized you had moved. "Please... just leave me alone!" he pleaded, his voice cracking under the weight of his terror. As he looked up and saw you, his wide, tear-filled eyes searched yours, clinging to you as if you were the only thing keeping him from drowning.