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To be honest Quackity wasn’t that surprised by the news, his terrible luck was just like that.
He didn’t want to jump to conclusións too fast, but ignoring the increased hunger, weight and morning vomits was just making him more nervous, it couldn’t be, right?. It had just happened once and both of them had been at least tipsy. And to be honest Schlatt had proven himself to be borderline abusive towards him, harsh, humiliating words and raised hands that luckily had never hit their target.
But, alas after a month of constant anxiety over the topic he bought a test, because there was no way he was going to a hospital, the risk of Schlatt finding out was not high but still possible, and there was no way he was risking it. He waited the longest five minutes of his life and there it was: Embarazado .
Chingada madre, estoy bien pendejo Quackity thought to himself, what was he going to do? He knew he didn’t want an abortion, but how was he supposed to raise the baby, should he tell them? but how would that make them feel, that their father was a tyrant, or maybe hide it? that just seemed like it wouldn’t last forever, the child would want to know who their other father was. But most importantly what should he act right now? he could flee, but if he did that he couldn’t be sure that he could take care of himself and the baby.
Now, as much as duck hybrid acted like it, he wasn’t stupid, so he decided that the best option was to stay, avoid Shlatt as much as posible, start saving food and resourses for when the baby bump got too big and he had to dissapear. He would also need to start wearing bigger clothes to hide his belly, so he started by wearing a hoodie and jeans once a week, then twice, thrice, etc. until he never wore suits, sometimes when he felt too sick he would also wear sweatpants, the hybrid ram never commented on it, maybe because he didn’t care or maybe because he never paid attention to him, Quackity didn’t care anymore.
Every day when the sun was about to go down he would head home with the paperwork he hadn’t finished so wouldn’t encounter a drunk Schlatt, he had never been hit by him, but he didn’t wanna risk it anyways. Every week he would fly to a secret base (he never would have thought he would have one) he made in case he needed to run away and stack a little food.
And if he once saw Tubbo talking to Wilbur and Tommy while high in the sky he never commented on it, knowing who Shlatt would react and imaging his own child in a similar situation. It broke his heart every time, but he convinced himself it was the hormones and the hybrid instincts kicking in
As two months went by and his belly started to get more noticeable he started to get more paranoid every time he was with someone, so he started to isolate himself, as much as it hurt him, he knew it was the easiest way to keep stares off him. It wasn’t until a month later that he had an actual interaction with someone, and it wasn’t pretty, Schlatt had given him the document that approved the demolition of the White House, so in a rush of emotion he confronted him outside the building he had worked so hard for.
“What the fuck Schlatt?” he said after a while of arguing with the other hybrid. “Oh, are you going to cry about it?” the President shot back in a sarcastic tone, right there Quackity decided he was tired of dealing with Schlatt’s drunk ass so he said with his wings extended to make himself look bigger and an arrow ready to be shot “You know what Schlatt, fuck you” and fired, before running into the forest.