9 Works in Alexis | Quackity Has DPD | Dependent Personality Disorder
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Quackity is exhausted. Running Las Nevadas is all he has left, and he’s buried himself in paperwork, vodka, and sleepless nights just to keep it from falling apart. He tells himself it doesn’t matter—he doesn’t matter. He’s convinced he’s a terrible person, just like the man who once tore him down.
Wilbur shouldn’t care. He’s banned from Las Nevadas, and Quackity makes it clear he’s not welcome. But that doesn’t stop him from showing up, week after week, pushing Quackity’s buttons and watching him crack.
Or: Wilbur slowly pieces together just how much Quackity is falling apart.
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Quackity is just a boy, 16 going on 17, navigating a life that feels impossible to escape. Trapped in the clutches of an older man who claims to love him, Quackity is caught in a web of abuse, manipulation, and addiction. Each day is a battle between hope and despair, where fleeting moments of kindness are used as chains to keep him tethered.
He dreams of freedom, but every attempt to break away leaves him spiraling deeper—bound by fear, pain, and withdrawals he can’t outrun. His heart aches for a life he’s never known, for a version of himself unbroken, but the weight of his reality crushes any chance of escape.
A haunting exploration of abuse, trauma, and the fragile threads of hope that refuse to die, even when all seems lost.
(Inspired by the song "April to Death" by Flower Face. Please heed content warnings.)
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Sapnap went looking for Quackity late at night, and found him in a state he hasn't seen the other in, in a long while
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Karl caught some sort of bug that would probably end up killing him, so Sapnap made his way to Las Navadas to try and find their shared lover so he could see him... one last time.
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!!READ TAGS!! THIS IS ABOUT THE CHARACTERS NOT THE CCS, DO NOT SHARE WITH ANY CCS PLEASE.
Phil is a tired worker taking care of kids that come from troublesome backgrounds.
With the help of the other group home workers (and some bumps along the way) will he help make sure the kids make it to adulthood and out of the system or will it all turn up dead in the water?
But we’ll start here with one of the kids, Quackity.
Title/ Titles of chapters are lyrics from ‘Everlong’ by ‘The Foo Fighters’
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Karl hummed softly, holding the water bucket in his hand, bringing it over to one of their water holes, and pouring it in. They were trying to make, well, a man-made pond or something—
That’s when his eyes caught something, he placed the bucket down and walked over to one of the buildings, looking behind it, gasping.
In front of him was someone— someone he had never seen before, spying on him.
“Who are you— Sapnap! Get over here! Sapnap!” Karl called out, panic in his voice. He went to grab for his weapon— it wasn’t there…
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While sitting in his office one day, lost in thought, Quackity gets a message from his communicator...
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Quackity woke up, breathing heavily. Panic set in; the last thing he remembered was someone attacking him in the middle of the night. Is he still in danger?
He opened his eyes, blinking rapidly, trying to wake himself up faster when he realized he couldn’t see anything—
In fact, his right eye felt… off. He felt panic in his heart rise even higher than it originally was. Fuck, no, no oh prime, please…
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The Smoke Ain't Gone, But It's Clearin' by discountcole (DiscountCole3)
Fandoms: Dream SMP
03 Jan 2022
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Quackity sat in his library, reading another book he found on slimes. His wings were out but slumped and weak, the feathers all gross and out of place. Reading was all he cared about, not the state of his wings… and, for the most part, had consumed his entire life. Reading every book he could.
His routine was simple. Wake up, Sapnap would come over to dress his burns, eat breakfast forced by Sam, read a book for hours, Sapnap would dress his burns again, he’d eat dinner — this time forced by Foolish instead — and then he’d go to sleep.
He would do nothing else. Sam had tried to get him to eat lunch multiple times, but it would almost always go uneaten. He didn’t care about all of that. Breakfast and dinner were all he needed; he didn’t need to eat lunch or any of that bullshit. It simply didn’t matter.
Nothing mattered more than figuring out how to help Charlie.