I steal a few breaths
From the world for a minute
And then I'll be nothing forever
And all of my memories
And all of the things I have seen
"NOOO!!!" Quackity yelled as the explosion of L'manburg happened, watching it go down into pieces. "EVERYONE GET TO SAFETY NOW!!!" he cried out as a terrified expression lay on his face.
Will be gone
Quackity cried so hard that night when he saw his stepson get his canon life taken away, now only left with one. Dying due to the explosion caused by Wilbur. Not being able to sleep.
With my eyes, with my body with me
Quackity lay shivering in the bed that used to fill his significant other. Schaltt. He left Quacktiy there shivering from the cold since he was butt naked. Tears flowed down like a waterfall from his face. His hand covered his mouth to make any noise come out of his mouth, not wanting to get hit by him again. Blood covering his lower bottom, bruises, and hickey covering his torso, thighs, stomach, and chest.
But me and my husband
As I stood there next to Schaltt, hand in hand, shaking in fear, from messing up my speech in front of the citizens. Not wanting to get punished at home.
We're doing better
When I stuttered while talking in front of everyone, his grip on my waist got tighter.
It's always been just him and me
"IM SORRY IM SO SORRY I MESSED UP ON THE SPEECH," Quackity cried with tears running down his face.
Together
Then, all of a sudden, a bottle got smashed over his head blood spilled out of the side of his head as he collapsed to the floor, holding his head, screaming in horror.
So I bet all I have on that
Furrowed brow
And at least in this lifetime
"STOP PLEASE"
We're sticking together
"Papa? Where are we going?"
"Somewhere safer for you, Tubbs." Tubbo got left in a box while raining when Quackity put him under a tree to secure his safety.
He then ran quickly, ignoring the cries of his baby.
His chest felt heavy, tears spilling out of his eyes, trying to hold in the sobs
Me and my husband
"WHERE THE HELL IS HE YOU BITCH"
"I DON'T KNOW OKAY I DON'T KNOW"
"YOU TELL ME WHERE THE FUCK TOBY IS RIGHT FUCKING NOW YOU BITCH"
We're sticking together...
And I am the idiot with the painted face
"Will you marry me, Alex Quackity?"
"I um- yes god I'll marry you Schaltt!" Quackity cried with joy (little did he know it was the biggest mistake in his life )
He was just seventeen, and the latter was twenty-nine
In the corner, taking up space
"Schlattt, you need to stop drinking, please. It's not healthy," but instead of a reply, he got a slap to the face.
(That should've been his first sign.)
How can I be so blinded by love?
But when he walks in
"I love you, sugar pumpkin."
I am loved
"I love you too, hun."
I am loved...
"You know, earlier was a one-time thing, right? I was just upset you shouldn't be talking to your husband like that, it was just to put you in your place."
Quackity's brow furrowed, a frown forming on his face
"I believe you, it's understandable, I'm sorry."
Me and my husband
He pushes me onto the bed forcefully. Taking my clothes off, ignoring how I keep thrashing around, crying.
We're doing better
He pulls down his pants, his boxers going down with it, while I'm pinned to the bed. I struggled to get out of his grip.
The more I tried to get out, the harder his grip on my wrists was.
(The next day, in the morning, he could barely feel his hands, the handprints heavily engraved onto his skin)
It's always just been him and me
He quickly gets in me
He ignored my cries
Together
He goes faster
It hurts so fucking much
So I bet all I have on that
Furrowed brow
And faster
I want this to stop
And at least in this lifetime
The faster he goes in and out of me, the more pain I'm in
The palm of his hand pressed against my mouth to prevent my screaming and crying
I couldn't breathe
We're sticking together
This is love, right?
Me and my husband
Schaltt did say this is how couples treat each other, and it has to be true, it has to b,e I think
We're doing better...