#i miss watching quackity stream... i can barely ever catch them anymore

[hitracks]

thinking about that stream where schlatt is on call with quackity just eating taco bell (i think?) and keeps doing the trick where is looks past the camera and it makes your eyes so a silly thing and quackity is laughing so hard (please i don’t remember what vod it is save me if you know)

WUHHH i think abt this all the time ... its from a ( labeled ... ) phasmophobia stream. THE ORIGINAL STREAM WAS DELETED Everyone was worried that Q couldnt get a copy of it... THEY DIDNT EVEN PLAY THE DAMN GAME I CANT STAND THEM. gnf jumpscare warning sorry. I love this stream sooo much I remember watching it on a school night LMFAOO

[god1ngs]

Dying.

Dying.

Dying.

Quackity died.

How could he have forgotten that? How could he have left him alone after that? He tugs a hand through his hair, pulling hard enough it stings, but that doesn't stop him. He deserves the pain. He deserves to hurt like Quackity did, and worse. He's a failure of a partner, a failure of a man- did they really not tell Quackity about Kinoko? He did, he's sure he did, but he can't even trust his own memory anymore.

Silent tears leave streaks down his face as he meets Quackity's eyes, hand loosening it's hold on his own hair in- anticipation? fear?- in something that coils dark and heavy in his stomach. Quackity pulls two rings out of his pocket, and Karl's eyes widen- no, no please no, please don't, please- and he throws them at Karl's feet, and a sharp pain cuts through the numbness where his heart once resided.

He falls to his knees to collect the rings, staring after Quackity as he leaves, powerless to do anything to stop him, unable to even form words. The lights in the distance emphasize Quackity's silhouette as he leaves and he's still so, so beautiful. Karl watches him until he disappears, and the second he's out of sight is when he truly breaks. Still kneeling on the desert sand he falls forward, barely catching himself with the hand not holding Quackity's abandoned rings as he sobs.

"It's over" plays on repeat in his head. Quackity told him to tell Sapnap if he can remember, and he deserves the harshness of his words. He deserves every cutting remark piercing into his every insecurity. He deserves this.

He cries until he runs out of tears, until his head is pounding and he's choking on his own sobs, unable to even breathe properly. His knuckles are white with the strength he's clutching the rings, the edges digging into his palms in a way that's sure to leave an indent for ages after he lets them go, if he can ever bring himself to. Between gasping breaths is a constant mumbled stream of "I'm so sorry, Quackity" that gradually fades into silence once his tears have run dry. He pushes himself up enough to sit on his knees again, looking up at Bones with red-rimmed eyes, dulled of their usual brightness. He looks nearly as broken as he feels.

He- I- ... Thank you, for helping me find him. I'm sorry you had to... see that. You can go to him, you don't have to stay here with me. You- you should go to him.

Karl is the one that deserves to be alone now, not Quackity. His voice is startlingly level, numbness settling in his veins, but he can't meet aer eyes. He isn't sure where he'll go from here. He isn't sure where he can go. Sapnap is still missing somewhere- not all too unusual, it would be far from the first time a little exploration trip stretched into days away- but he can't go back to Kinoko alone. He's not sure if he could stay there even if Sapnap were there, how could he even look at his library knowing it was at least partially responsible for the hurt in Quackity's voice? Maybe he'll just stay here, let the desert wind bury him in the sand. Maybe he'll go wander the forest until nightfall, let the skeletons and the zombies take him.

Maybe he'll be a coward and find somewhere safe to cry over Quackity again, unable to let go of something he never deserved in the first place. He's painfully aware of where Quackity's ring sits on his finger, but he can't take it off. That's his reminder, he can't forget Quackity, he won't let himself, even if it would hurt so much less.

He's forgotten too much already. He'll suffer the pain to remember what little he still has control to. He owes him that much, loves him so desperately he'll do anything to retain the memory of even this moment, aware it could be the last time he's ever permitted so close to him again.

c!karl

karl... it isn't— it isn't entirely your fault. you know why we forget. we can't— we can't help that.

xe kneels on the ground beside him, the rings gleaming in the sunlight. it's bright, as expected, yet the scene tbat had unfolded had been anything but bright. time traveling is a terrible, terrible gift— karl and bones know this, but they have to do it. the price of memory loss is supposed to be a small one. however, when it's forgetting the ones closest to you, everything seems to crumble at your fingertips.

aer fingers twitch as voi stays beside him, brows furrowed and a frown on its lips. xe didn't expect this would happen— karl only wanted to see quackity, but perhaps... it wasn't the best idea for them to come here. the images of all the times xe's comforted quackity play in voids mind, frowning as voi shuffles closer to karl.

i'll go to him soon, karl. i will, just... let me stay here with you for a little bit... please.

its fingers brush past karl's hand, remembering how they had held hands not too long ago. he looked so happy, talking about quackity— now he was here, sobbing in the sand. xe knows it's not xyr fault, yet the overwhelming guilt the creeps up voids neck makes him shudder.