'Maybe if you paid more attention this wouldn't have happened [ṙ̷̫̝͍͌͛̓e̴̱̳̤̳̦̹̟̱̻̝͋͝͠ḓ̸̼͚̽à̴͓̫͓̌̏̎͒c̸̛̭̘̰͇̯͈̬͖̆̾̄̄́̀͐͘͝t̷̳̬̞̰͔̱̼̮̖̰͒̏e̵̛̮͋͒̒̊̏͗́d̶̡̦̘̤̻̰̽͋͑̍̀̌͠͝]

-+ The next day. +-
!!CW: Panic attack, Ab*s*!!
SCHLATT POV
**switches to third person bc Lee's stupid**
I deserved this. Laying in bed damning myself to lurk in a pool of regret for my shameful actions. Leaving a child alone in a box because he couldn't pay rent? Pathetic. Q softly knocked on the door the series of patters a silent spell waiting to be cast.
"For f*cks sake... Doors open."
Quackity opened the door, his eyes held clouded empathy for his friend.
"How you holding up?"
Schlatt sat up wiping the tears he hadn't know he'd shed. Q sat on the edge of the bed, his surprisingly bright eyes full of concern. It hurts. Why does it hurt? Did I do something wrong? What's wrong? Why is it wrong? I'm sorry I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

"Hey! Hey are you okay dude? Hellloooo? Can you hear me?"
No response. Schlatt was fixated on Q's eyes, his own wide and watery. When was the last time somebody looked at him like that?

*+= MAJOR TW: AB*S3, M-*D3R PLEASE SKIP ITALICS IF SENSITIVE TO THIS KIND OF MATERIAL =+*

A loud thud followed by a Yelp of pain rang through his ears his sister pressed into his side sniffling and trying not to listen to the cruel man in there with their mother. Suddenly the prays and screams for mercy stopped. Everything stopped. Right after a loud crack everything froze. Puffy stopped squeezing his sleeve and went motionless, Schlatt looked down at his younger sister in shock. Her eyes wide, full of concern and genuine terror for her mother. Their mother.

"Schlatt? Schlatt! Hey hey hey snap out of it!"

He was brought back to earth by Quackity shaking his shoulders looking confused and worried. Blinking he felt fresh tears roll down his face, when had he started shaking?

"Quackity?"

A comforting embrace wrapped itself around Schlatt, who was not used to affection in the slightest, the few tears falling down soon became a downpour of despair. The liquid melancholy drenching Q's shoulder as he grasped for some form of comfort.

"I'm sorry...."

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"Don't be, that's what friends are for right?"
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"Guess your right. Thanks dork..."
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"No problem gramps, try not to knock your teeth out with all that crying okay?"

Maybe I can learn to like this kid.
[Chapter complete!]
{Sending you home . . .}

[HOLY MACARONI THAT WAS SOME ANGST ARE YA'LL DOIN ALRIGHT?]
[ALSO I POSTED THIS EARLY BC I GET WAY TOO EXCITED TO KEEP UP SCHEDULES]