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Everyone knows that Techno is really, really good at the Jackbox rap battles, and sometimes, he even manages to completely destroy the other person, gaining a unanimous vote other than a few lone fans who pity the person he goes up against. Usually, when that happens, everyone laughs it off, forgetting about it within a few minutes.
Until Techno gives Quackity a particularly scathing verse, and Karl can’t seem to let it go.
“Dumpster fire,” Karl says with a laugh after Quackity does slightly less than average.
“Crash and burn,” Karl says when Quackity comes last in a challenge.
The others get in on it, too.
“Fire extinguisher,” Sapnap complains when Quackity shuts down playing rap battles again.
“Burning trash,” Techno says in a monotone after he gets a Quiplash against Quackity’s prompt.
Quackity tries his best to joke with them, laughing along with them, but he can’t help but feel like they might be being serious. What if they really don’t like him? What if they just want him to go away?
This doesn’t have anything to do with how fuzzy he’s been feeling today.
It doesn’t.
The thoughts are perfectly logical.
He won’t go baby in the middle of the stream.
His chat notices.
quackity whats wrong
QUACKITY WHY ARE YOU ABOUT TO CRY
SOS QUACKITYS GONNA CRY
why does he look like hes gonna cry
baby???
After the last message, Quackity’s chat goes crazy.
SOS QUACKITYS BABY ON LIVE
ITS OKAY QUACKITY YOU CAN CRY
baby baby baby baby baby
STREAMER PEOPLE QUACKITY IS BABY
someone get his husbands!!!
baby baby baby baby baby
“Chat, I’m not crying, I think it’s funny,” Quackity says finally, just to placate chat, completely ignoring the accusations of him being baby. “My contacts are just being strange today.”
“You’re crying?” Karl asks, sounding horrified at himself for pushing him.
“I said I’m not,” Quackity tells him. A lie. “Just my contacts. Probably need new ones.”
OH
SORRY STREAMER MAN
baby baby baby baby baby
NOT BABY THEN???
OHHHHH
GET NEW CONTACTS IDIOT
youve had those for more than a month havent you
“Yeah, chat, technically I should’ve replaced then about a week ago,” Quackity lies. It was true that he needed to replace them a week ago, except he actually did replace them.
Everyone moves on from that, but not from the rap verse. Karl keeps. Bringing. It. Up.
Finally, an hour later, stream ends. Quackity does his outro faster than normal, blaming it on the “fact” that his contacts are starting to sting and that he needs to take them out. Chat understands, just telling him goodbye, other than a few people.
BYE
BYE QUACKITY
YOURE BABY THOUGH
GOODBYE
baby baby baby baby baby
SEE YOU NEXT STREEEEEEAM
BYEEEEEE
quackity still baby???
Since he’s out of the Discord call now, he just sighs and tells chat, “Guys, I told you, I’m not going to be baby on stream. I just told you guys about this whole age regression thing, and I might do a baby stream in the future, but not for a while. Alright? Which means I’m not baby right now. Stop asking if I am.”
SORRY STREAMER MAN
BABY STREAM EVENTUALLY???
MAYBE BABY STREAM POG
(this message has been deleted by moderators)
BYEEEEE
Someone in chat keeps asking if he’s baby, but the mods get to them first, which is good. Quackity isn’t in the mood to ban anyone himself right now. He says goodbye again, then ends stream.
He double- and triple-checks that he actually ended stream, and as soon as he’s sure that he’s safe, he hits his fist on his leg and sobs. The offices in their house are soundproof, so Karl and Sapnap shouldn’t be able to hear him. He buries his face in one hand and keeps hitting his leg with the other hand as he cries. He knows he shouldn’t be doing that, his husbands have told him not to, but why does it matter?
They hate him.
They hate him, they hate him, they hate him!
Just because of one stupid verse Techno did, now he knows knows knows that they hate him. They can’t take it back now!
He gets up and goes to take his contacts out in the bathroom across the hall from his office. When he gets back, he locks the door to his office, then looks around. He keeps a stuffie on his desk in case of emergency regression in the middle of stream for if he goes really baby, but other than that, he doesn’t have any littlegear in there. He whines softly, picking up the stuffie (a pig he named The Blade after his friend) and hugging him to his chest, then curls up on the couch that’s against the far wall of the office from his streaming setup.
He sticks his thumb in his mouth, tears still slipping down his face.
They hate him.
After stream, Karl finds Sapnap laying on the floor of their living room. So, obviously, he lays down on top of him.
“What are you doing?” Sapnap asks.
“What are you doing?” Karl counters. “Why are you not on the couch?”
“Didn’t feel like going that far.”
Karl picks his head up to stare at the couch, which he could probably touch from where him and Sapnap are laying. Then he puts his head back down on Sapnap’s shoulder and says, “Understandable. You want anything to eat?”
“Eh. Not that hungry. What does Q want?”
“Haven’t asked him yet. I was going to but then I saw you in the living room and figured it was a great time for some cuddles.”
“Let’s go ask him.”
“Alright,” Karl says reluctantly, getting up and helping Sapnap up. He doesn’t let go of Sapnap’s hand, which makes Sapnap sigh in mock annoyance.
Karl laughs quietly, tugging the other down the hall to their bedroom, where Quackity always goes after stream so he can be baby for a bit. Karl and Sapnap are prepared to take care of baby Quackity, but when they go in, he’s not there.
Karl lets go of Sapnap’s hand to check in the closet and under the bed to make sure Quackity isn’t playing hide-and-seek, then he turns back to Sapnap and says, “Maybe he has some work he needs to finish up in his office.”
Sapnap takes Karl’s hand again, knowing Karl will do it anyways, and they make their way to Quackity’s office.
The door is locked.
“Quackity?” Karl calls through the door, not wanting to use any nicknames in case he’s big and trying to do work. “Are you in there?” He knocks on the door.
“Quackity?” Quackity hears Karl call. “Are you in there?”
“Go ‘way!” Quackity shouts, then pushes his thumb back into his mouth.
There’s a moment of silence before Sapnap asks, “Are you baby?”
“Maybe,” Quackity mumbles.
“What was that?”
“Maybe,” Quackity says, a bit louder.
“Can we please come in, Quacky-baby?” Karl asks.
“Go ‘way!” Quackity yells again.
“Let’s come back later,” Sapnap says quietly. Quackity has to try hard to hear the words through the door. “He’s just in a bad mood for some reason. Maybe he’ll feel better in a bit.”
“If you say so,” Karl says, then, louder, “We’re going away now, alright, Quacky-baby? If you want any food, come let us know.”
“Not hungry,” Quackity tells them.
He listens closely to their footsteps going away, then he jumps up from the couch, hugging The Blade close to his chest, and makes his way to the door. He looks carefully after them, making sure they’re gone, then quickly tip-toes to their bedroom, shutting the door behind him.
He gets his littlegear box out from under the bed and sorts through it to find his favorite paci, a black one with a few white jewels and letters on the handle that say “Quacky-baby”. He pops it in his mouth, then pulls out a coloring book and some crayons. Sapnap and Karl had put it together specially for him, commissioning wholesome coloring-book-style lineart of Dream SMP characters from multiple artists and putting all of the pictures together in one book.
Quackity plops down on his and Karl’s and Sapnap’s bed with his back against the headboard, turns to a picture of anime Techno, and starts coloring his hair bright pink.
Quackity only realizes that he didn’t lock the door when it opens.
He quickly closes the book, takes the paci out of his mouth, and hides the book, crayons, and paci under a blanket next to him.
“Not baby,” he tells them before they can say anything.
“I think you are, Quacky-baby,” Karl says gently.
“What’s wrong?” Sapnap asks when Quackity crosses his arms and pouts, not looking at either of his caregivers.
They should know what’s wrong! They hate him!
Sapnap sits on one side of Quackity, a bit in front of him, and Karl sits on the other. They both look at Quackity, concerned.
It’s fake. They aren’t concerned. They hate him!
They both hate him!
“Quacky-baby, we can’t help if you don’t tell us what’s wrong,” Karl says softly, tucking Quackity’s hair behind his ear.
Quackity shakes his head, pulling the piece of hair back out. “You doesn’t care.”
“We do care,” Sapnap insists. “We love you.”
“No you doesn’t!”
Karl and Sapnap look at one another, looking confused.
“What are you talking about, Quacky-baby?” Karl asks.
Quackity fights back tears, scrubbing his eyes and blinking hard. “You hates me.”
“Of course we don’t hate you!” Sapnap says quickly. “We love you so, so much. Otherwise we wouldn’t have married you!”
Quackity shakes his head, not believing him.
“What makes you say we hate you?” Karl asks.
Quackity stares at him. He knows. Quackity knows he knows. Why won’t he just say it?
After a minute or so of waiting for Quackity to answer, Sapnap realizes he won’t answer on his own and asks, “Did something happen?”
Quackity nods, not looking at either of them.
“Was it more than a week ago?”
Quackity shakes his head.
“More than five days ago?”
Shake.
“Less than three days ago?”
Nod.
“Today?”
Nod.
Karl sucks in a breath and pokes Sapnap in the shoulder over and over again, then, when Sapnap turns to him, all he says is, “The bit.”
Sapnap gasps as well, then turns back to Quackity. “Did you think we hated you because of the bit?”
“Maybe,” Quackity mumbles.
“Oh, poor baby,” Karl coos, scooting closer to Quackity and hugging him tightly. “We were just joking, Quacky-baby. We don’t actually hate you. You can tell us if something is making you sad.”
Quackity stares at Karl and Sapnap in disbelief. It was a joke? A bit?
But they wouldn’t’ve done it if they loved him!
Quackity feels tears slipping down his face again. Karl and Sapnap make soothing noises, brushing the tears from his face and running their fingers through his hair and rubbing circles on his back. He pushes them away half-heartedly, then gives in, letting himself be cuddled. Eventually, the tears stop, and he mumbles, “Doesn’t believe you.”
“What do we have to do to get you to believe that we love you, Quacky-baby?” Karl asks softly, running his hand through Quackity’s hair again.
Quackity shrugs, playing with The Blade’s floppy ears. “Dunno.”
“What if we spend all the rest of the day playing with you?” Sapnap asks.
Quackity hesitates. “Maybe.”
“You want a bottle?” Karl asks.
“‘M not that baby,” Quackity tells them. He started at about six or seven, but he’s been getting slowly smaller since then, and maybe he is at bottle age now. They don’t have to know that, though.
Sapnap looks carefully at Quackity. “You’re sure, Quacky-baby?”
Quackity gives in. He shakes his head, another tear slipping out of his eye.
Karl wipes it away. “It’s okay, Quacky-baby. I’ll make you a bottle.”
Quackity nods and watches Karl get up and leave, then he turns to Sapnap.
“Want to go with Daddy,” Quackity demands, pointing out the door and then making grabby hands at Sapnap.
Normally, Sapnap would tell him to just walk. But he must be trying extra hard to love on Quackity today, because he stands up and picks up Quackity, balancing him on his hip like an actual baby. Quackity giggles, clapping his hands, then wraps his arms around Sapnap’s shoulders.
Sapnap carries Quackity to the kitchen, but when he tries to put him down on the counter, Quackity whines, holding on tighter. Sapnap laughs softly, completely picking Quackity up again.
“Hi, Quacky-baby,” Karl says, booping Quackity’s nose on his way past with the milk to pour it in the bottle. Quackity giggles.
On his way back past to put the milk back in the fridge, Karl taps Sapnap on the nose jokingly and says, “Hi, Sapnap.”
“Papa,” Quackity corrects, sticking his tongue out.
Karl laughs. “Sorry, Quacky-baby. Hi, Papa.”
Quackity nods, satisfied.
He watches carefully as Karl adds vanilla and sugar into the bottle, then as he puts it in the microwave for two minutes. While it’s microwaving, Karl comes over and talks to Sapnap. Quackity listens closely at first, but then he realizes they aren’t talking about anything fun, so he presses his face into the place where Sapnap’s shoulder and neck meet and closes his eyes.
“Don’t go to sleep, Quacky-baby,” Karl says, gently tapping Quackity on the chin. “You have contacts in.”
Quackity shakes his head, pointing at his eyes and mumbling, “Bye-bye.”
“You already took them out?” Sapnap confirms.
Quackity nods, smiling widely at being understood.
“If you say so,” Karl says, smiling back. “I just didn’t want you to hurt your eyes.”
The microwave beeps. Quackity lays his head back down on Sapnap’s shoulder, watching closely as Karl takes the bottle out, shakes it a bit to make sure everything’s all mixed up, then puts some on his wrist to make sure it’s not too hot.
“Alright, Quacky-baby,” Sapnap says, booping Quackity on the nose. “Who do you want to give you your bottle? Daddy or Papa?”
Quackity looks back and forth between Karl and Sapnap, eyes wide, then he shakes his head with a whine and buries his head in Sapnap’s shoulder again.
“Aw, poor baby,” Karl coos gently, running his fingers through Quackity’s hair. “Can’t make a choice?”
Quackity whines again, shaking his head.
“How about we both help?” Sapnap suggests.
“Yeah,” Quackity mumbles. “Bof.”
Sapnap brings Quackity into the living room and sits down with his back to the couch, turning Quackity so he’s sitting sideways on Sapnap’s lap, then Karl sits down beside Sapnap on the side Quackity’s facing. Sapnap puts his hand flat against the side of Quackity’s head and presses it into his chest while Karl reaches over to give Quackity the bottle.
Quackity coos happily.
Quackity starts drifting off, but then he’s not drinking warm milk anymore, just air. Karl takes the bottle away, and Quackity opens his eyes a bit, whining.
“You hold him, I’ll go get his paci,” Sapnap tells Karl, handing Quackity over. Quackity whines softly, watching with wide eyes as Sapnap leaves. He turns and stares at Karl, cooing pitifully, curled up tightly in Karl’s lap.
“Papa’s gonna be right back,” Karl soothes, running his hand through Quackity’s hair, but it doesn’t help.
Quackity bursts into tears, wailing loudly. He just wants his Papa to come back!
Sapnap skids on his socks into the living room, plopping down quickly in front of Karl and brushing the tears from Quackity’s face. “Hey, hey, I’m here, Quacky-baby, I’m here.”
Quackity stops crying, staring at Sapnap. Sapnap smiles gently, giving Quackity his paci, which he takes. Karl reaches over and clips it to the collar of Quackity’s shirt.
Quackity coos softly, then he sees Karl’s nails, painted black, and grabs his hand. He babbles softly to himself, gently touching each nail and smiling up at Karl.
Eventually, he gets tired of that, and he closes his eyes, leaning into Karl. He’s vaguely aware when Karl picks him up and brings him into their bedroom, and by the time he’s been tucked in and Karl and Sapnap are curled up beside him, he’s almost completely forgotten what he was even angry about.
Why did that bit matter again?
Chapter 2
Summary:
On the one year anniversary of him telling his chat that he age regresses, Quackity does a baby stream.
Notes:
first ever spontaneous part two yay, i’m surprised it didn’t happen before now but this is the first storyline i’ve been invested in. what, i don’t have a newly formed karlnapity obsession, what are you talking about lmao, i’m definitely not planning on writing karlnapity as the next few fics i do haha what (update: i wrote this two weeks ago and have moved on already lmao. one more karlnapity fic to come then i’m working on a platonic dnf agere, a fundy agere, and a dream team agere, don’t get too attached to any of those i may not finish any of them but like maybe yknow), oh and there are some deleted messages in chat check the end notes for what those are
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Karl points out, kissing Quackity on the cheek. “Your fans will still watch the stream even if you aren’t baby.”
“I want to,” Quackity insists. “Besides, some people are getting angry. A few weeks after I told everyone about me being baby, I said I’d do a baby stream eventually, and they’ve started getting frustrated.”
“That doesn’t mean you have to do it,” Karl points out.
“I want to,” Quackity repeats.
“If you say so.”
Quackity reaches out from his seat on the couch, which he’s moved so that it’s in front of his streaming setup, and goes to start the stream.
“I’ll make the tweet,” Karl says, opening Quackity’s phone and tweeting that he’s going live. Quackity hesitates, then presses the button to go live as Karl hits the button to send the tweet.
Within seconds, thousands of people are watching, and Quackity and Karl tell them all hello.
“Today we’re doing a bit of a different stream,” Quackity says after he’s given people a few minutes to come in. “You guys have been asking for this stream for one year today. Any guesses?”
WE NEED TO GUESS???
we have one collective braincell streamer man you really think we can guess
I HAVE NO IDEA
TELL USSSSS
BABY????
WHAT IS IT
Quackity calls out the username of the person who sent the second to last message and says, “You got it!” He picks up The Blade from his desk and shows it to the camera. “Baby stream!”
NO WAY
WHATT???
FINALLY WEVE WAITED SO LONG
BABY QUACKITY
BABY STREAM POGGERS
“We need to set some baby stream boundaries first, alright, chat?,” Quackity says. “No sex jokes, alright? Not even calling it out when someone says something that could be sexual. I know, you guys aren’t used to that. But just don’t. Especially because whenever I’m mentally younger than nine or ten, I have nicknames for Karl and Sapnap. I call Sapnap ‘Papa’, and Karl is ‘Daddy’. And you guys are not going to say it’s sexual. Or make any violent jokes, or curse, or be mean in general. Act like I’m an actual child. Got it?”
OKAY STREAMER MAN
awww that’s so sweet
(this message has been deleted by moderators)
where IS sapnap???
“Sapnap will be here soon,” Quackity tells them, too embarrassed to say that he’s currently fixing a bottle that’ll just need to microwaved if Quackity goes super baby, as well as a sippy cup of juice.
“I’m going to make a tweet on Quackity’s Twitter with the boundaries,” Karl tells chat. He also adds text on screen saying to check Quackity’s Twitter for stream rules.
“I might not be able to be baby,” Quackity warns chat. “Don’t get too excited, alright? I might just be showing off my littlegear.”
OKAY STREAMER MAN
YOU CAN ALWAYS TRY AGAIN
baby baby baby baby baby
WE DONT CARE
“Alright, thanks chat,” Quackity says. “First up, this is The Blade.” He holds the pig plushie up again so chat can see. “I named him after Techno, since he’s my role model when I’m small. And no, that’s not a joke, when I’m baby, I legitimately want to grow up to be like him - which, I guess I already am, since I’m a Minecraft streamer.”
He pauses for a moment as chat spams ‘awwww’, then puts The Blade down in his lap and takes the thing on the top of his littlegear box that Karl’s holding. It’s his favorite paci, the black one with white jewels.
“This is my favorite pacifier,” he tells chat. “It says ‘Quacky-baby’ on the handle, cause that’s what Daddy and Papa call me.” He doesn’t know why he was so worried about not being able to be baby. He’s already about seven.
SO CUTE
AWW QUACKY BABY
CAN WE CALL YOU QUACKY BABY??
baby baby baby baby baby
YOU ARE ADORABLE
“Only Daddy and Papa can call me Quacky-baby,” Quackity tells chat. “You guys aren’t allowed to. ‘S the rules.”
He looks closely at the paci, then pops it into his mouth instead of putting it with The Blade. The next thing he grabs is his Dream SMP coloring book.
He takes his paci out briefly to tell chat, “Colorings,” then he puts it back in and shows off the pictures he’s colored. Mostly Techno, but some of himself, a few of Dream, some of Karl, two of Sapnap, and one of Wilbur.
YOURE SO GOOD AT COLORING
(this message has been deleted by moderators)
awww that’s so sweet
PINK HAIR TECHNO SUPREMACY
“Yeah!” Quackity says around his paci. “Pin’-hair Tenno ‘premacy!”
“Quacky-baby!” Sapnap calls, sliding into the room on his socks, holding out a black translucent sippy cup with white sequins floating around inbetween the outside layer of plastic and the inside layer.
“Papa!” Quackity cheers, reaching for the sippy cup. Then, once Sapnap’s sat on his other side, he turns back to the camera and takes his paci out briefly to tell chat, “Das my Papa. Bestest Papa ever.”
BABY QUACKITY IS SO PRECIOUS
(this message has been removed by moderators)
sapnaps his papa thats so cute
(this message has been removed by moderators)
“Yeah,” he tells chat, taking a sip of his apple juice. “He my Papa. Oh, and dis my favrit sippy!” He holds it up so the camera can see. “Pretty.”
I WANT ONE
okay that’s actually really cool though
id love a cup like that honestly
I HAVE THAT SIPPY OMG
“Has the sippy?!” Quackity says, bouncing in his seat. “You’s baby too?!”
QUACKITY YOU HAVE SO MANY BABIES IN CHAT RN
YES I BABY TOO!!!
like half your fanbase is baby lmao
im a baby too! dont have that sippy tho
“How many babies?” Quackity asks. He turns to Karl. “Daddy, makes a poll! Wants to know how many babies!”
“Alright, guys,” Karl says a few seconds later. “Do the poll. Let’s see how many of you are baby like Quacky-baby here.”
Karl ruffles Quackity’s hair as he watches the poll results.
“Lotsa baby,” Quackity mumbles, watching the poll numbers go up. At the end, it’s 80%-20% with babies being the bigger group.
“Woah,” Karl says.
“I didn’t actually expect that,” says Sapnap.
“So many baby!” Quackity says, bouncing up and down, taking another sip of his juice.
YEAH WE TOLD YOU
baby baby baby baby baby
ALMOST EVERYONES BABY WHAT
HOW DOES THAT CHECK OUT LMAO
you have more gear??
“Oh!” Quackity puts the sippy down and pops his paci back into his mouth. “More gear! Yeah!” He takes out the next thing from the box, which is a smaller box of all of his less favorite pacis, all of which are solid color. “Das green, n dat one’s yellow, n dere’s a boo one!”
SO MANY COLORS WOW
id cry from happiness if i had that many pacis
(this message has been deleted by moderators)
THATS SUCH A PRETTY BLUE
baby quackity is so dang precious
Quackity smiles proudly, then puts all of the pacis back in the box and puts it on his desk. Next in the bigger box, he has a couple of teethers.
He takes his paci out to say, “Dese is water teevers. ‘Pos’ta be cold n icy. Papa, can you go puts dem in cold box?”
“Course, Quacky-baby.”
Sapnap kisses Quackity on the forehead, then leaves.
HES SO NICE
i wish i had a cg as good as yours are
the cold box, so silly lmao i love it
YOU MEAN THE FREEZER???
“Nope, ‘s a cold box,” Quackity says solidly. “‘S called a cold box.”
“You gotta listen to Quacky-baby,” Karl says, smiling at the camera. “He’s always right, isn’t he?”
YES OF COURSE
baby man is always right
YUP ITS A COLD BOX CAN CONFIRM
yup cold box, im the ice i know
“You’s ice?” Quackity asks, eyes going wide.
“They were joking, Quacky-baby,” Karl says, hugging Quackity from the side.
“Oh,” Quackity mumbles. He’s quiet for a second, then his eyes light up and he asks, “Is it cold?”
HES SO SWEET
yes very cold its okay though i like it
STREAMER MAN I LOVE YOU SM
im so glad you decided to do this i love this stream
Sapnap pokes his head back into the room. “Quacky-baby, you baby enough to want a bottle?”
Quackity thinks for a second, then nods. “Yeah. Angel milk!”
“Alright,” Sapnap says, saluting, then he sprints off again.
BOTTLE ON STREAM??
THIS IS GONNA BE SO CUTE
i cannot wait this is gonna be adorable
dont you fall asleep when you do the bottle???
“Sometimes I gets s’eepy,” Quackity admits. “‘S ‘kay. Been live for-“ he checks quickly. “Hour n a half. ‘S ‘kay ‘f I s’eepy. Daddy can stop live ‘f I falls s’eep!”
AWWW TIRED BABY MAN
this is gonna be adorable
(this message has been deleted by moderators)
KARL OR SAPNAP GIVES THE BOTTLE???
“Daddy’s turn,” Quackity tells chat. “Papa gaves bottle las’ time, so ‘s Daddy’s turn!”
At that point, Sapnap comes back in with the warm bottle. “Daddy’s turn, right?”
Karl nods, taking the bottle. “Thanks.” He kisses Sapnap briefly, then pulls Quackity onto his lap.
EWWW
NO KISSING IN FRONT OF THE BABY
HES LIKE THREE WHY ARE YOU KISSING IN FRONT OF HIM
(this message has been deleted by moderators)
WAIT QUACKITY HOW OLD ARE YOU???
“‘M baby,” Quackity informs chat. “Baby baby. One ‘r two, thinks.”
Karls turns Quackity sideways on his lap so he’s leaning against one arm and presses Quackity’s head to his chest with that hand, using the other to give Quackity the bottle.
Quackity, halfway asleep almost instantly, vaguely hears Sapnap entertaining chat, but they’re just content to watch Quackity be adorable.
LOOK HOW CUTE HE IS
i would do anything for him
adorable streamer man!!!
ranboo could never
ay dont diss ranboo they could if they wanted to!!
A few minutes later, Quackity finishes his bottle and curls the fingers of one hand into Karls shirt, putting the thumb of his other hand into his mouth. Sapnap gently pulls his thumb out, replacing it with the paci, which gets clipped to his shirt.
“You gonna say goodnight to chat?” Karl asks softly, kissing the top of Quackity’s head.
Quackity smiles shyly at the camera, waving a hand sleepily. “Nini…”
GOODNIGHT STREAMER MAN
this stream was infinitely better than i anticipated
best quackity stream ever???
GOODNIGHT BABY MAN
awww hes so baby!!
(this message has been deleted by moderators)
can we call you little q when youre baby???
“Hey, Quacky-baby,” Sapnap says softly, then, when Quackity opens his eyes a bit, “Can chat call you Little Q instead of Big Q when you’re baby?”
“Baby Q,” Quackity mumbles. “‘M Baby Q.”
“You heard him, chat,” Karl says. “Baby Q it is.”
I should do baby streams more often, Quackity thinks lazily.
He barely notices when Sapnap turns the stream off and comes to cuddle on the couch.
“Love you, Quacky-baby,” Karl whispers softly.
“Love’u,” Quackity mumbles back.
Then he drifts off to sleep.
Notes:
don’t ask me how that was an hour and a half of content lmao. also in case anyone wants to know these are the deleted messages, in order (maybe don’t read if you’re baby, check context first):
1. ooh karl’s your daddy ;)
2. you went outside the lines though
3. i would kill someone for baby quackity
4. I WOULD DIE FOR HIM
(note for #3-4: mods were just being extra careful there, since quackity said no violent jokes)
5. f**k pacis you have anything thats actually interesting
6. daddy karl ;)
7. baby baby baby baby baby
(note for #7: same person has been spamming that all stream. mods eventually got tired of it)
8. what the f**k is this ew why does he have a pacifier
(note for #8: relatively new Quackity viewers who just joined stream)
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