Ayo :] could I request a quackity x reader who has horns(cause ya know schlatt). Specifically some angst headcannons

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Even after Schlatt was gone, his presence was still lingering around the area. There is no escape from the past and he was a great example of that. Coins littering the street, the sight of his old office and the lasting wounds on citizens and friends alike. Schlatt may be gone, yet somehow in the afterlife he still is hurting others. Quackity faced the shorter end of the stick for a while. Working directly under the cruel man was difficult for him. Not only did he experience emotional abuse, but physical too. Yet, as time went on he and the lands began to recover from Schlatt’s rule. Together, he and his friends rebuilt L’manburg and hid any traces of the goat’s presence. Everything was fine, until you arrived.

Sure, you didn’t look exactly like Schlatt but you both share the same horns. The sight sent Quackity into a panic attack, the man taking refuge in his house for days on end. As he ran away, he caught view of your saddened eyes. But, the horns, oh how they sent a pain through his body. How your eyes reminded him of long nights and bloody moments. He became a recluse for a week, not wanting radar Adam4Adam com inicio de sesión to risk seeing you. It took Sapnap and Karl days of convincing to lure him out of his house once more. They could easily tell something is off, as Quackity feverishly glances around, staying on edge. But while the walk continues, and there is no trace of you or your horns, he eases up. His laughs are dry but he can feel more energy entering his system.

That is, until you round the corner. Your eyes light up and you wave to the group. Karl waves back, not noticing how tense his friend is. When your gaze meets his own, he freezes. His hands get clammy and he tugs at his sleeves. He can feel his breath quicken, and Sapnap’s hand meeting his shoulder but his eyes are stuck to yours. It is natural that a ram hybrid would resemble Schlatt, but he isn’t prepared for facing his past so soon.

You’re talking to Sapnap and Karl, occasionally looking to Quackity. But, whatever you are saying doesn’t reach his ears. He can only hear his own heartbeat thundering away. His throat feels tight, reminding him of when Schlatt would yank on his tie. Unconsciously, his hands travel up to his throat, fingers gracing his skin gently. He has to leave, now. Not saying a word, he runs away from the three, his legs taking him farther than expected. His body burns, with humiliation and fear. He hides again and this time Sapnap and Karl don’t attempt to make him leave the house.

The third time he meets you, is unintentional. It is cold and the wind pushes against his skin. Despite the lurking danger of monsters roaming about, he can’t sleep and feels the need to get out for once. He finds himself resting on top of a hill, close enough to the population but far enough from the dangers of the forest. He lets out a deep sigh, closing his eyes as he lays back in the grass.

He felt childish reacting like this, he hates himself for it

He sits up straight, turning to look at you. He is startled from the question, not expecting anyone else to be around this late. Although he finds an uncomfortable feeling rising in his stomach, he nods his head, gesturing to the spot next to him. You don’t say much, appearing to be in a solemn mood for some reason, as you sit next to him. With a heavy huff, you fall back into the grass. Quackity slowly lowers himself back into the grass as well, reminding himself that you aren’t Schlatt. It is quiet again, not even a cricket can be heard chirping. He periodically looks over at you, surprised to find that your eyes are closed completely.