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As Quackity stepped through the reactor door, he felt his excitement growing. He hadn't seen Multi in days, so when the scientist sent him a message in the middle of the night saying he wanted to see him in the morning, Quackity had been close to jumping out of bed and flying straight to him.
Multi said he'd made a breakthrough in his research, and Quackity felt proud that he wanted to share it with him first.
The truth was, the boy was far less interested in the breakthrough itself and far more interested in the prospect of spending time with Multi.
He entered the lab without knocking, his gaze immediately drifting toward the scientist sitting on the table. It was somewhat uncharacteristic of him, but Quackity decided to ignore it.
Multi looked up the moment he noticed his presence. For a moment, they simply stared at each other in silence and Quackity felt a strange nervousness at the intensity of Multi’s gaze. The scientist tilted his head as though he were observing a particularly fascinating laboratory specimen.
After a few more seconds, the man smiled at him broadly and finally broke the silence.
"Hi. I’m glad to see you.”
Quackity blinked and almost took a step back in surprise. He had never seen Multi smile like that before, and it certainly never at him. There had always been something in the man’s eyes, mischievous sparks, or perhaps something outright unhinged. But this time, there was nothing on his face except genuine happiness.
"Multi? Is everything okay?”
Multi’s gaze softened even further until there was something almost endearing about it.
"Why wouldn't it be? Especially now that you're here.”
Quackity instinctively began scanning the room for hidden cameras. Was this some kind of experiment? Had Multi taken one of his strange substances and somehow altered his personality?
"You're acting weird.”
Multi looked as though Quackity's words had genuinely worried him.
"Really? I'm just happy to see you. What's so strange about that?”
"Honestly? Absolutely everything.”
Multi fell silent for a moment, as if Quackity had just given him an exceptionally difficult puzzle to solve.
"You said you wanted to show me something. You told me to come here.”
"Did I? I don't remember that. But I'm glad you came.”
"Yeah, you already said that.”
“Does it bother you that I keep repeating it?”
"Multi, what's going on? Is this some kind of test? Are you messing with me?”
The man looked genuinely offended by his words.
“How could I make fun of someone who’s so important to me?”
If Quackity had suspected something was seriously wrong before, now he was certain. And yet, he still felt his cheeks grow warm at the scientist’s words. How many times had he dreamed of hearing something like that from him? More times than he could count.
He was about to respond when the door on the other side of the lab slid open with a metallic clang, and… Multi walked in.
The man wore his usual bored expression, but the moment he noticed Quackity standing there, he stopped.
"Oh, you're finally here.”
„What?”
Quackity’s gaze darted between the two identical men, his mind failing to process what he was seeing.
“I see you’ve already met my latest creation.”
"Your creation?”
Multi, the real one, apparently walked over to the metal desk and leaned back against it, crossing his arms over his chest. He wasn’t looking at Quackity. He was looking at his double, who was still sitting on the table on the other side of the room.
„I accomplished something truly extraordinary. I extracted part of my DNA and managed to create a perfect copy of myself from it. Just look at him. I’m capable of great things on my own, but imagine how much more I’ll be able to achieve with the help of someone just as brilliant as I am.”
Only then did he look at Quackity for the first time, and his eyes were filled with excitement and the familiar madness the boy knew so well. It was only now that Quackity truly realized how different he was from his clone.
The real Multi, aside from his usual bored expression, had dark circles beneath his eyes, and the way he carried himself radiated superiority over the rest of the world.
The doppelganger lacked all of those traits. He smiled at them sincerely and lightly swung his legs in the air like a bored child.
Quackity pushed himself away from the wall and walked over to the clone. He could feel his fascination growing stronger by the second.
“Is he some kind of better version of you?”
“Excuse me?”
The tension in the scientist’s voice was immediate.
“You know. One that actually knows how to be nice to people.”
Quackity laughed softly at his own words and glanced back at Multi over his shoulder, but the man only responded with a displeased grimace.
“Did he recognize you when you came in here?”
“Oh, definitely.”
“What exactly is that supposed to mean?”
Quackity shot him a conspiratorial smile but didn’t answer. Instead, he climbed onto the table beside the clone, who immediately turned toward him.
“Do you know who this is?”
Multi’s cold voice reached them from the other side of the room, clearly directed at his double. The clone immediately nodded eagerly.
“Yes. It’s Quackity.”
“Who is Quackity?”
“He’s my best friend.”
Quackity barely managed to hide his surprise at those words. Did Multi really think of him that way?
He looked toward the scientist, but Multi only stared at the clone with a perfectly unreadable expression.
“We trust him.”
“We trust him.”
The clone repeated Multi’s words like a mantra, all while staring at Quackity with open adoration.
The boy knew it wasn’t the real Multi looking at him like that, but he still couldn’t stop the strange warmth blooming in his chest whenever he looked into those blue irises.
He could get used to this.
He wished the real Multi would look at him that way someday.
“Nice to meet you.”
As he spoke, Quackity extended his hand toward the clone, returning his smile. The clone immediately intertwined their fingers. For a brief second, Quackity was surprised by how warm his skin felt.
“It’s nice to meet you too. The Creator told me you would come. I had memories of you, and I wanted so badly to see you in person. You’re just as beautiful as I remembered.”
Quackity fell silent at those words.
“Enough.”
Multi’s voice cut through the room like a blade. For a moment, Quackity could have sworn he heard anger in it, though he couldn’t understand what could have caused it.
“That’s enough for today.”
Quackity flinched as his hand was suddenly torn from the clone’s grasp. Multi held his double tightly by the wrist, staring down at him with an intense gaze.
“We’re leaving. You need to rest.”
“No! Please! Let me stay a little longer!”
The clone struggled weakly and looked at Quackity with desperation, as though silently begging him for help.
Quackity felt torn, completely unsure how he was supposed to react to any of this.
Multi released the clone’s wrist for only a fraction of a second before grabbing him harshly by the throat and pulling his face closer.
It was a deeply unsettling sight.
They looked identical, yet in that moment Quackity had absolutely no doubt which one of them was real.
“I am your creator. You are supposed to obey me.”
Multi never even raised his voice, but his tone was so commanding, so utterly intolerant of disobedience, that a cold shiver ran down Quackity’s spine.
“I know. I’ll obey, I promise. I’m sorry.”
The clone let out a pathetic whine, shrinking beneath Multi’s gaze and voice.
“We’re leaving.”
With those words, the two of them left the lab, leaving Quackity alone with his thoughts.
He didn’t know what to think anymore. The creature was only a clone. It wasn’t truly human. But even so… did it deserve to be treated like that?
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening and Multi’s footsteps.
“There’s still a lot of work to do with him.”
As he spoke, the scientist sat down at his desk and began writing something on one of the many sheets of paper scattered across it.
“So he’s an exact copy of you?”
Quackity slowly slid off the table and walked over to the scientist, who still didn’t even look at him.
“Yes and no.”
“What does that mean?”
Multi let out a long sigh and shot him an irritated glance, but Quackity was already used to that and had no intention of giving up so easily.
“You wanted me to come here and see your work. I think you can answer a few questions for me, don’t you?”
The scientist rubbed his temple with his fingers as if trying to gather what little energy he had left.
“Our DNA is identical, but when I created him, he was just a body. An empty shell. I had to wait until he fully developed to make sure he could survive outside the incubator. Once I confirmed that was possible, I moved on to the next phase.”
“And what phase was that?”
“I started shaping his personality. I created a precise map of my entire brain. Every neural connection. I had no guarantee it would work, but I knew that if I flooded him with everything inside my mind at once, he would either go insane or simply die. So I started with the simplest things. Basic, positive emotions and traits.”
Quackity fell silent for a moment, analyzing his words.
“So right now this clone is basically a version of you with only your good qualities?”
Multi let out a quiet laugh under his breath.
“Assuming I have any, then yes. You could put it that way.”
“Can’t you just leave him like this? Don’t you think one mad scientist on this island is already enough?”
Multi looked up at him, and for a second Quackity worried he might have gone too far with that comment. Still, he relaxed when a faint smile appeared on the scientist’s lips.
“And what use would he be to me then? Making coffee? Or are you hoping he’ll spend all day showering you with cheap compliments?”
The boy nearly choked on air at those words.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“No?”
With that, Multi stood up. They were so close now that Quackity could feel his breath against his face. Multi towered over him, his blue eyes gleaming dangerously.
“But you liked what he said, didn’t you?”
“I was just being nice to him.”
Multi laughed softly before finally stepping away.
“You have no idea how useful it is that you’re completely incapable of lying.”
Now Quackity almost wanted to laugh too.
Maybe he couldn’t lie to Multi, but he lied to himself every single day. He lied to himself that he didn’t like Multi’s insane ideas, that he would be able to stop him if the good of the majority depended on it. He lied to himself that he didn’t crave every glance the scientist gave him, that he wasn’t pathetic enough to survive on the smallest scraps of his attention.
And now he would have to lie to himself that the clone’s words hadn’t made him imagine what it would be like if Multi really spoke to him that way. If he could be certain that he truly was someone special to him. Someone valuable.
“I should go. I still have a few things to do today.”
He turned and headed for the lab exit. Part of him wanted Multi to stop him, to tell him he wanted him to stay, but with every step he took, the boy realized it wasn’t going to happen. Multi didn’t even look up from his papers.
Quackity glanced back at the scientist one last time and felt something tighten painfully in his chest. He was a man made for higher purposes, devoted only to science and his work. Nothing else mattered more to him.
And who was Quackity in all of this?
An assistant? A friend? Someone he trusted?
All of those things, and yet nothing more.
No matter how much time they spent together, there would always be an unbridgeable distance between them, and it would probably remain that way forever. Quackity knew that the sooner he accepted it, the better off he would be.
Without another word, he turned away and left the lab.
***
A week had passed since Quackity first saw Multi’s clone. He didn’t want to go back there. He didn’t want to keep feeding the absurd obsession with the man that consumed his thoughts more and more with each passing day.
And yet, despite everything, Quackity once again found himself standing at the entrance to the reactor.
He couldn’t stop thinking about the way Multi had treated his clone, or about the words he’d said afterward when explaining what he planned to do with him. It shouldn’t have mattered to him. The clone wasn’t even human. He shouldn’t interfere with Multi’s research.
But he couldn’t forget the way that creature had treated him. The way it had looked at him.
He knew it was pathetic, but he couldn’t stop thinking that the clone was, in a way, one of the real versions of Multi buried deep inside him. Because that was who Multi could have been if his mind hadn’t completely lost itself to madness and obsession over creating a perfect world.
Quackity walked through the laboratory, relieved that he hadn’t run into the scientist yet. He headed toward the place where Multi had taken the clone before, and after a short search, he finally found a room hidden behind a heavy metal door.
He frowned when a screen lit up, prompting him to enter an access code.
He knew the code to the reactor itself and to several of the rooms inside it. Multi had an obsession with dates and always used them for his passwords. That was also how Quackity managed to remember all of them.
Quackity hurried back to the lab and immediately reached for the papers scattered across Multi’s desk. All the notes concerned the clone project and, true to Multi’s nature, they were obsessively detailed. Every new entry was marked with an exact date and time.
Quackity flipped through the pages until he finally found the specific one he had been searching for. His eyes quickly landed on the date Multi had marked as the day the clone had been created.
A moment later, he returned to the metal door.
He wasn’t particularly surprised when the code worked, but he still felt a quiet satisfaction at just how well he knew the scientist’s habits.
The room was small, containing only a desk and a narrow bed where a curled up figure sat.
Quackity felt his stomach twist unpleasantly at the sight. The clone didn’t react in the slightest when the boy stepped into the room.
“Hi.”
Multi’s doppelganger immediately jerked his head up at the sound of Quackity’s voice, pure disbelief flashing across his face.
What struck the boy first was his appearance.
Now the doppelganger looked almost identical to the original. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, and his skin had started taking on the same sickly pale shade. Even the ends of his dreadlocks had already turned green, most likely from spending too much time surrounded by toxic and radioactive substances.
“You’re not going to say anything? Aren’t you happy to see me anymore?”
Quackity meant for it to sound teasing, but when he saw the pained look on the clone’s face and the frantic way he shook his head and waved his hands, unease began creeping through him.
Why wasn’t he saying anything?
“Did Multi hurt you? Can’t you speak?”
He was afraid of the answer, but the clone quickly shook his head again, and Quackity felt a small wave of relief.
Then the doppelganger pointed at him before lowering his gaze with visible resignation.
“Me? You can’t talk only to me?”
For the first time, the answer was yes, and Quackity almost burst out laughing in disbelief.
“He forbade you from talking to me?”
Another nod.
Interesting.
Quackity couldn’t help but wonder what exactly had driven Multi to give such a bizarre order.
He glanced around the room until his eyes landed on a single sheet of paper lying on the desk beside a pencil. A slow smile tugged at the corner of his lips as an idea formed in his mind.
A way to go against Multi.
He grabbed both objects and handed them to the clone, who accepted them with obvious confusion. Then Quackity hopped onto the chair in one smooth motion before sitting down on the desk itself, perfectly across from him so he could look slightly down at the clone.
“Multi forbade you from talking to me, but he never said anything about writing, did he?”
The clone hesitated for a long moment, looking as though he was internally torn between wanting to accept Quackity’s idea and being terrified of disobeying Multi’s orders.
But in the end, he tightened his grip on the pencil and carefully wrote something down before turning the paper toward Quackity.
“He never said anything about writing.”
Quackity smiled triumphantly. Multi should never underestimate his stubbornness.
At first, the conversation was a little slow, since the clone wasn't used to writing quickly, but Quackity didn't let that discourage him.
"How do you feel?"
"Fine."
"You don't look fine. Do you even sleep?"
"When I sleep, I have nightmares."
Quackity frowned slightly. He and Multi had argued many times about his constant lack of sleep, but the scientist always claimed he couldn't step away from his work. The boy had always accepted that explanation without thinking much about it. Multi had always been a workaholic, so it made sense.
But were there more reasons? Was Multi afraid of the dreams haunting him?
"What have you been doing these past few days while I was gone?"
"I spend most of my time in the laboratory."
"Is he experimenting on you?"
The clone nodded slightly.
"Do you feel any... different after those sessions? Like something is changing?"
"I'm having strange, truly terrifying thoughts more and more often. Dark thoughts. But I try to push them away."
So Multi had already started the next phase he told him about before. He was shaping the personality of his doppelganger so that he would become more like him.
"You have to fight it, Multi."
The clone flinched slightly at his words, then looked at him with confusion Quackity didn't understand.
"What is it?"
"That's the first time you've called me by my name."
Quackity blinked. Only now did he realize he really had done it, even though some part of his mind resisted calling the clone by the scientist's name.
"I need some way to tell you apart. What do you want me to call you?"
"I am Multi. He is the Creator."
Quackity grimaced.
"Did he tell you to call him that?"
"He repeats it all the time."
The boy rolled his eyes. Typical Multi. If he could, he would have crowned himself the god of the universe long ago. Quackity had often wondered how the scientist and his ego managed to fit inside the same laboratory.
“I'm so glad to see you again.”
Quackity smiled slightly at the words.
“Yeah? Last time you told me I was beautiful. Do you really like me?”
The clone looked away shyly, but after a moment he gave a hesitant nod. Quackity couldn't stop wondering how much of what the clone said reflected what the real Multi truly thought. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, that he was only feeding his sick obsession and keeping alive that fragile flame of hope he should have let die long ago.
The rational part of his mind screamed at him to stop, but he refused to listen. He wanted to know so badly.
He needed to know.
“What do you like about me?”
The clone thought for a long moment before finally lifting the paper toward him.
“Your voice. It always calms me down. I also like the way you see the world.”
Quackity wasn't sure what kind of answer he had expected, but it definitely wasn't that one. Still, the more he thought about it, the more it suited the scientist. Multi had never seemed like someone who cared much about physical appearance. Judging people by superficial traits simply didn't fit him. He always talked about human potential instead.
More than once, Multi had reminded Quackity how much potential he had seen in him from the very beginning, and the boy was certain it had nothing to do with the way he looked.
“When this is over, everything will change. We'll be together in a perfect world.”
Quackity barely stopped himself from rolling his eyes again.
“So he already filled your head with all his insane visions?”
“His visions don't matter.”
The boy frowned at the words.
“What do you mean?”
“I will create a better world than him. Only for you. I will be better than him.”
A sick knot twisted in Quackity's stomach, his wings shifting restlessly behind him. Something about those words unsettled him deeply.
“I don't think Multi would like hearing you say that.”
The clone said nothing. He only stared at Quackity intensely, and something dark had appeared in his usually warm gaze. With every passing second, Quackity felt a stronger urge to leave the room, yet he was afraid to make any sudden movement.
“You can't be better than him. He's your Creator.”
“I like useful people. And soon, he will stop being useful.”
Quackity was just about to stand up when the door suddenly opened with a loud metallic groan and the scientist stepped inside. At first glance, he looked as bored and indifferent as always, but Quackity knew him well enough to notice the anger burning in his blue eyes.
“What are you doing here? I don't remember giving you access to this room.”
Quackity pushed himself off the desk with practiced ease, pretending the conversation with the clone hadn't sent chills through his entire body. As he passed the scientist, he gave him a faintly teasing smile.
“True. I gave it to myself.”
Multi moved so fast Quackity barely registered it. In an instant, the scientist grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him closer.
“Don't play games with me.”
Quackity's wings twitched slightly at Multi's touch and the cold authority in his voice. His heart lurched in his chest as he realized just how close they were now.
In that moment, everything else ceased to matter. He even forgot about the clone, who was probably still watching them. They stared at each other in silence, locked in a battle Quackity already knew he was destined to lose. Still, he refused to look away first. He wouldn't give Multi the satisfaction.
“I think you're directing those accusations at the wrong person.”
With that, he tore his hand free from Multi's grip and quickly left the room, resisting the urge to break into a run.
***
Quackity walked through the reactor complex, replaying his last conversation with Multi over and over in his head. The clone had unsettled him more than he wanted to admit. At first, he had tried to dismiss it as another side effect of the experiments, another strange consequence of Multi pushing boundaries that should never have been touched in the first place.
He didn’t like this whole situation anymore.
The clone hadn't acted wrong. He had acted aware and that was far more dangerous.
Was it really just temporary instability? Or had Multi lost control of something that was supposed to obey him completely?
Quackity frowned to himself as he turned another corner. He needed answers.
The overhead lights suddenly flickered.
He stopped walking. A cold pulse of unease slid beneath his skin. The lights flickered again, this time longer, plunging the corridor into darkness for half a second before buzzing back to life.
That wasn't normal. Nothing in Multi's underground world malfunctioned. The entire facility was powered directly by the reactor itself. Multi maintained every machine with obsessive precision.
Quackity strained to listen, but the only thing that answered him was silence, twisting his stomach into knots. The reactor was never silent. There were always sounds. The low mechanical hum of generators. The constant vibration beneath the walls that made the entire underground structure feel alive.
Now there was nothing. Only the sound of his own breathing. And his footsteps suddenly felt far too loud.
He started moving faster.
The metallic stairs rattled violently beneath his boots as he climbed them two at a time. He just needed to see Multi. The moment he saw him sitting behind his desk like always, annoyed at being interrupted, everything would make sense again.
There had to be an explanation.
Another flicker.
Darkness swallowed the corridor again.
This time, Quackity could have sworn he heard something move somewhere deeper in the facility.
The lights returned. The hallway was empty.
His pulse was beating too fast now.
When he finally reached the top of the stairs, he froze. The laboratory door was slightly open. Quackity stared at it in disbelief. Multi never left doors open. He had an almost obsessive habit of locking every door behind him, and more than once he had scolded Quackity for forgetting to do the same.
A strange metallic smell reached him.
His heartbeat stumbled painfully. Slowly, he approached the entrance. Then he noticed the access panel beside the door. Dark red smears covered the screen. For a moment, his mind refused to process what he was looking at. He reached out uncertainly and brushed his fingers against one of the stains.
Wet.
He looked down at his hand. Red coated the tips of his fingers.
Fresh blood.
His breath caught violently in his throat. Quackity shoved the door open and froze.
The familiar laboratory looked terrible. White sterile walls were drowned in crimson streaks. Blood covered everything. It dripped slowly from the ceiling despite there being no visible source above. Thick trails crawled down the walls like living things. The floor beneath his shoes was slick with it.
One of the overhead lights buzzed weakly, flickering just enough to make the entire room seem like it was moving.
At first, Quackity couldn't fully understand what he was seeing.
His eyes landed on the body lying motionless in the center of the room.
And the world stopped.
“Multi?”
The word barely left his mouth.
The man lay sprawled across the tiles in a pool of blood so large it almost looked black beneath the dim light. His pale skin contrasted grotesquely against the red surrounding him. His green dreadlocks were soaked through completely, spread around his head like some horrifying bloody halo.
Quackity's body moved before his brain could catch up. He stumbled forward a step. His breathing turned shallow.
No, no, no...
“You called for me?”
The voice came from directly behind him. Quackity spun around so quickly he nearly slipped in the blood.
Multi stood in the doorway. He was whole and unharmed. His lab coat was wrinkled and stained dark red near the sleeves. For one desperate second, relief crashed through Quackity so intensely his knees nearly gave out.
But then the feeling disappeared. Because something was wrong.
The man standing before him looked like Multi. Sounded like Multi. Quackity didn't know why, but he felt that the person standing before him was not the Multi he had been searching for. Like staring into something wearing Multi's skin.
“W-What happened?” Quackity whispered.
The man tilted his head slightly and glanced toward the body on the floor and smiled. The expression sent ice down Quackity's spine.
“There was a problem,” he said softly. “I fixed it.”
Quackity took a step backward instinctively.
The lights flickered again. For a split second, the man's shadow stretched unnaturally across the wall behind him. Then the lights steadied.
“You're not him,” Quackity whispered.
The smile widened slightly.
“You figured it out faster than I expected.”
Panic surged violently through Quackity's chest.
“You're not Multi…”
The man sighed almost sympathetically before beginning to walk toward him. Quackity retreated immediately. His boots slipped slightly against the blood-covered floor.
“W-What did you do to him?”
The clone stopped only a few feet away. Slowly, almost casually, he pulled a bloody scalpel from behind his back.
“I told you I would do it,” he said calmly. “I'm better than him. He stopped being useful.”
His gaze dropped briefly to the scalpel and then lifted back to Quackity and in that moment his blood turned cold. The blue of Multi’s irises was gone. Blackness had swallowed them completely. Like tunnels leading somewhere endless.
“Though now I'm starting to wonder about you too,” he murmured. “You're far too attached to him.”
Quackity opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out.
The clone smiled again and with that, he lunged toward the boy
Pain exploded through Quackity's chest as the scalpel drove straight into his heart.
Quackity jolted upright so violently he nearly fell out of bed. He tried to steady his breathing, but the horrifying images refused to leave his mind.
It was just a nightmare.
He repeated the words to himself over and over, but the dreadful feeling in his chest wouldn't disappear. He glanced at the clock and realized it was the middle of the night. He should go back to sleep. He should try to forget what he had seen.
But he already knew he wouldn't be able to.
Something was wrong. He felt it in every part of his body.
***
When he landed in the cave, he immediately sensed that his instincts had been right.
Graf was arguing heatedly with Ewron, who was shouting and waving his arms wildly. Both of them fell silent and turned toward him the moment they noticed him.
Quackity felt his mouth go dry.
Long bloody scratches marked Ewron's face, as though someone had clawed at him, while Graf was pressing a piece of cloth against his arm, already soaked through with blood.
“What... What happened to you?”
“Get out of here, Quackity. It’s not safe.”
Graf tried to keep his voice calm, but he wasn’t doing a very good job. Ewron, on the other hand, looked seconds away from completely losing it.
“Where... where’s Multi?”
“OF COURSE THAT’S THE FIRST THING YOU CARE ABOUT?! THAT FUCKING MADMAN?! I TOLD YOU ALL A LONG TIME AGO HE WAS GOING TO GET US KILLED SOMEDAY, BUT NOBODY LISTENED TO ME!”
“Ewron, calm down.”
Nexe suddenly stepped out from behind the two men and grabbed Ewron by the arm. Surprisingly, he barely even struggled despite the pure fury radiating off him.
“It turns out Multi created a clone of himself…”
Graf began, but Quackity interrupted him immediately.
“I know. Where are they?”
“DID YOU HEAR THAT?! HE KNEW! APPARENTLY WE’RE THE ONLY ONES WHO WEREN’T LET IN ON THIS BRILLIANT FUCKING PLAN! I’LL TELL YOU SOMETHING, QUACKITY. YOU TWO ARE PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER. YOU’RE BOTH COMPLETELY INSANE. HIM FOR OBVIOUS REASONS, AND YOU BECAUSE YOU ACTUALLY LIKE HIS MADNESS!”
Graf merely frowned, ignoring the other man’s shouting. Ewron looked like he would’ve lunged at Quackity and torn him apart if Nexe hadn’t still been holding him back.
“Putting the existence of the clone aside, the real problem is that it rebelled and escaped. It attacked us when we tried to stop it. Honestly… I think it was trying to kill us.”
“Where is Multi?”
Quackity felt like a broken record at this point, but no one seemed willing to answer the question he actually cared about.
“He went after him.”
“Alone?!”
“GOOD. MAYBE THEY’LL DO ME A FAVOR AND KILL EACH OTHER!”
Graf shot Ewron a sharp look, but the other man didn’t care in the slightest.
“I think we all need to calm down and come up with an actual plan because… QUACKITY, STOP!”
But the boy didn’t listen.
He knew they were running after him, trying to stop him, but he was already throwing himself off the cliff and into the darkness below. His wings spread wide as he scanned the land beneath him.
They couldn’t have gone far.
Panic flooded his mind.
What if the dream had been prophetic?
What if he found them too late?
No.
Multi was smart. He wouldn’t let himself be killed that easily.
Quackity had to find him.
He stopped abruptly when he caught movement between the trees out of the corner of his eye.
Without hesitating, he dropped toward the ground and landed silently in the grass.
He looked around, but darkness surrounded him on all sides. He wanted to call out to him, but he was afraid it would only make things worse. Besides, it would reveal his position and ruin any chance of catching him off guard. He moved carefully between the trees, trying to make as little noise as possible.
Crack.
Quackity spun toward the sound of the snapping branch, but before he could react, someone grabbed him and pulled him backward. At first he struggled instinctively, until a familiar voice brushed against his ear.
“Shh. Easy. It’s just me.”
Quackity froze in the man’s tight grip, which slowly loosened once he stopped fighting.
“Multi? What’s happening? Are you okay?! Graf and Ewron…”
He cut himself off when the man pressed a hand over his mouth.
“I know, I know. The clone rebelled. I couldn’t protect them, and now he’s escaped. I have to find him.”
Quackity nodded, and the warm hand slipped away from his face.
“I’ll help you.”
Multi gave a short nod before turning his attention back toward the forest.
“Come on. He couldn’t have gone far. The two of us have the advantage.”
“Multi?”
“Yes?”
“Do you have a weapon? I came here as fast as I could. I didn’t bring anything with me. If I run into him first, I need something to defend myself with.”
Multi glanced at the bloodied knife in his hand and seemed to hesitate for a moment.
“You can take mine. I have another.”
He handed the knife to Quackity, then pulled a second blade from his belt.
They moved deeper into the forest until they finally stepped into a small clearing. Quackity blinked, relieved to finally see something beneath the pale moonlight.
“Multi…”
He stopped abruptly when a figure emerged at the opposite end of the clearing.
The doppelganger’s coat was stained with dirt, and his dreadlocks hung in complete disarray. He froze for a second when his gaze landed on Quackity, clearly surprised by his presence.
Then he slowly started walking toward them, stopping at a safe distance.
The Multi standing beside him suddenly grabbed Quackity’s wrist, startling him enough that the other Multi’s attention snapped to them immediately. His gaze locked onto the hand gripping Quackity as if he could burn it away with nothing but his stare.
“Let him go.”
The second Multi’s voice cut across the clearing like steel.
“This is between you and me. Let him leave.”
The man beside Quackity merely laughed.
“He has free will. He wants to be here. I won’t let you hurt him.”
The other Multi closed his eyes briefly at those words.
“He won’t hurt me, Multi. Let go.”
The scientist looked unconvinced and instead tightened his grip around Quackity’s wrist. Pain shot through the boy’s arm, making him wince.
“Are you afraid I’ll leave?”
“I’m afraid you’ll believe his lies. He is a liar. Evil pretending to be human. Creating him was a mistake.”
Quackity glanced toward the other Multi, but the man simply stood there, staring at him intensely without reacting to any of the accusations thrown at him.
The boy turned back toward the scientist holding him and offered him a faint smile.
“Remember when you told me you wanted to create a new, better world? A world just for me?”
The grip on his wrist loosened slightly.
“I want that. I want us to stay together forever. I’m not going anywhere.”
For a moment, Multi seemed to hesitate.
Then he slowly released him.
“Let’s kill him together.”
A sinister smile spread across the scientist’s face as he turned toward his doppelganger. He stepped closer to him, leaving Quackity just slightly behind.
“It’s over. Just surrender already. You lost.”
“I never lose. Especially not to people who think they’re superior to me.”
“Your arrogance survives even in the face of death. You’ll die still believing you stand beside gods who can toy with life and death itself. I’ll gladly watch those grand ideas you repeat inside that diseased mind of yours die along with you. No one…”
Multi stopped abruptly. His body lurched forward violently, nearly collapsing into the grass. He turned toward Quackity in shock.
But Quackity wasn’t looking at his face. He was staring at the growing stain of blood spreading across the man’s chest.
In a sudden panic, Multi reached for the knife buried in his back, but every movement only drained what little strength he had left. He collapsed to his knees in front of Quackity, eyes burning with pain and fury.
“W-Why…?!”
Quackity crouched in front of him, calmly watching the blood running from the corners of his mouth.
“You see… I recently told someone important to me that one mad scientist on this island is already more than enough.”
His gaze lifted to meet the man’s eyes.
“And despite what he thought, as usual… I was right.”
With that, he rose to his feet, pressed his boot against the man's chest, and shoved.
The body collapsed onto the grass like a discarded puppet. He didn't know how long he stood there, staring at the body, but at some point, he felt a presence behind him.
"How did you know he was a clone? Please don't tell me you were just guessing.”
Quackity smiled to himself and then turned to the scientist, who was staring at him with an unreadable expression.
"How do you know I even knew? Maybe I just felt I had to kill you both?”
For a brief second, silence stretched between them. For the first time, Multi looked genuinely unsettled. But he hid it behind his usual mask of indifference so quickly that Quackity might have assumed he had only imagined his earlier reaction.
The scientist shifted his gaze to his wrist, still slightly red from his clone's grip.
"Did he hurt you?”
"I'll be fine. If I were you, I'd be more worried about Ewron, who's probably already planned your murder in about fifteen ways.”
"So little? I think you underestimate him.”
Quackity wanted to laugh, but froze as the scientist's hand reached out towards him. For a moment, he was sure Multi would grab his hand, but at the last second, Multi hesitated and let his hand fall back to his side.
"I'm glad he didn't hurt you. We have to clean this up.”
With that, he walked past the boy and toward the body. Quackity felt a wave of disappointment and frustration wash over him.
“Multi… We need to talk.”
"We'll talk later.”
Quackity clenched his fists and turned to the scientist.
"No. We'll talk now.”
Multi stopped mid-stride and looked over his shoulder at the boy with obvious confusion. Quackity himself was surprised by the firmness in his voice.
"Tell me what you did. I killed him. I killed him for you. I deserve an explanation. Now.”
Multi stared at him for a long moment, then sighed in resignation. Quackity felt satisfied, knowing he had won.
"I did exactly what I told you I would. I implemented the next stage of my plan and continued to shape his personality, passing on my… less than ideal traits.”
Quackity wanted to laugh at that statement, but he didn't want to interrupt the man.
“Unfortunately, his mind didn't react the way I wanted it to.”
„What do you mean?"
"I have a theory that I waited too long to take the next step. When I introduced such radically different feelings and traits into his mind, his previously formed personality, instead of connecting with them and transforming, rejected them. His mind split into two separate personalities, and he went completely mad.”
"Are you telling me you created a good and an evil Multi and trapped them in one body?”
The man thought about this statement for a moment and then nodded in agreement.
“Yes, I think that's a simple way to say it.”
“I told you not to do that.”
"I had to do it. Without it, he wouldn't have been like me. I didn't need him to be kind, loving, compassionate, or concerned about others. He would have been useless. Weak. Made from everything I hate most about myself.”
Quackity clenched his jaw, trying to contain the anger building inside him.
"So you hate the fact that you might actually be capable of being kind to someone for once? Or worse, that you might care about someone other than yourself?”
A humorless laugh escaped him.
"You want to know how I realized he wasn't you? I reminded him of our conversation. The one where he said he'd destroy this world just to build a new one... only for me. And the real you..."
His voice faltered.
"You would never say something like that to me.”
With every word, his confidence crumbled until the last sentence barely left his lips as a whisper.
Then something inside him snapped. It felt like an invisible dam in his mind had shattered into a thousand pieces, the thing that had been holding back months of anger, humiliation, and bitter disappointment.
"You never cared about me. Not the way I cared about you, and we both know it. You're not stupid, Multi. You know exactly how I feel about you, but you never cared. You just liked using it. You liked knowing I'd always be there to do whatever you wanted. Your obedient little errand boy. Loyal. Submissive. Always desperate for your approval.”
"That's not true…”
"Don't lie to me!”
His voice tore through the clearing so violently that even the world seemed to fall silent around them.
"We both know the only reason I matter to you is because I'm completely devoted to you! You know I would never betray you. You know I'd carry out every horrible task you handed to me without hesitation! Do this. Bring me that. Stand there and let me experiment on your DNA. What kind of sane person does that?!”
His breathing turned uneven.
"I did. Because I'm an idiot. Because I kept clinging to this pathetic, sick hope and I don't even know why anymore. Maybe I thought you could be the one person who wouldn't look at me like I was just some naive boy. Maybe I thought you could see me as..."
He swallowed hard.
"...someone closer to your equal.”
Multi listened in silence, his face unreadable.
His lack of expression only made the rage twisting inside Quackity worse. He almost wished Multi would finally yell at him, call him irrational, pathetic, childish. Anything would have been better than that cold, unbearable indifference.
"If I disappeared, you'd mourn the loss of your perfectly trained little errand boy, not me. Not because you actually cared. Because caring would make you weak, wouldn't it?”
His voice cracked with bitterness.
"Spending time with your clone opened my eyes. It made me realize what you could've been like if you had just…”
He cut himself off with a hollow laugh.
"No, forget it. What am I even saying? You can barely bring yourself to touch me unless you're threatening me. You pulled your hand away like my skin was toxic.”
His breathing grew uneven.
"Why? What did I ever do to you? What else do I have to do to deserve even the slightest sign that I matter to you? Anything other than your indifference.”
His voice dropped into something quieter. More wounded.
"Why are you like this?”
Multi looked away. That hurt more than a punch ever could.
Quackity felt something inside him finally snap loose. Before he could stop himself, he crossed the distance between them in a few furious steps and shoved the scientist hard in the chest.
Multi didn't even stagger. Cold. Unmoving. Like stone.
"ANSWER ME!”
He shoved him again, harder this time.
"WHY?!”
"BECAUSE I'M AFRAID!”
The words exploded out of Multi so violently that Quackity froze.
At the same moment, Multi caught his wrist in a crushing grip before he could land another hit.
Quackity stared at him in shock. Multi never shouted. It didn't matter whether he was furious, amused, exhausted, or bored, he was always controlled. Always calm. His emotions only ever revealed themselves in his eyes.
But now his composure had cracked apart completely.
They stood impossibly close to each other, breathing hard. Quackity could feel the scientist's uneven breath against his face.
"You don't understand anything,” Multi said, his voice rough and unsteady. "You don't understand what it's like to drown in your own mind every single day. You have no idea how exhausting it is to fight yourself constantly to keep yourself from slipping completely into madness.”
His grip tightened slightly around Quackity's wrist.
"The only reason the darkest parts of me haven't consumed me yet... is you.”
Quackity's breath caught in his throat.
"You're the only person who keeps whatever humanity I have left alive. The only person who can still make me feel...”
Multi hesitated, like the word itself hurt him.
"...human.”
For the first time since Quackity had met him, Multi looked terrified.
"That's why I'm afraid.”
Quackity felt his heartbeat pounding so violently it almost hurt.
"Afraid of what?”
Multi laughed softly then, but there was nothing sane in the sound.
"That if I let myself get close to you in any way, I'll destroy you. Because that's what I do, Quackity. I ruin people. I poison everything I touch.”
His voice dropped lower.
"But you...”
For a second, he looked genuinely lost.
"I wouldn't survive hurting you. That would kill me faster than all the radiation in this world combined.”
His eyes locked onto Quackity's with almost frightening intensity.
"And if I lost you… I'd lose the last piece of my humanity with you.”
"That's not true. That's not how I see you.”
The corner of Multi's mouth lifted slightly, but the smile was faint.
"That's exactly what I mean. In your eyes, I was never the absolute evil so many people believe me to be.”
His voice grew quieter.
"You have to understand, Quackity... there are monsters inside me. So many of them. They're always there, waiting for a chance to crawl out.”
His gaze drifted somewhere distant.
"They drove my clone into complete madness. His mind wasn't strong enough to resist them. I fight them every single day, and your presence… Ever since you appeared, everything has become a little easier.”
Quackity felt those words settle deep beneath his skin. For so long, he had dreamed of hearing something that would prove he mattered to him. That he was special. Important.
But he had never expected this.
Still, one thought continued to gnaw at him.
"Then why did it bother you so much that I spent time with your clone? If my presence helps you... maybe I could've helped him too.”
The blue of Multi's eyes darkened instantly.
Quackity immediately realized he had said something wrong. A cold shiver slid slowly down his spine.
"He was my clone. Not me.”
Multi's voice turned colder.
"And I don't like sharing things that belong exclusively to me.”
Quackity hated the effect those words had on him. His wings twitched sharply behind him before he could stop them.
Multi's eyes flicked toward them and a small, unmistakably pleased smile appeared on his lips.
"And what makes you think I belong to you?”
Multi tilted his head slightly.
"You say that as if I have competition.”
"I've had offers.”
The reaction was immediate. Every trace of satisfaction vanished from Multi's face, replaced by something cold enough to make the night air feel sharper.
"What kind of offers?”
His voice was terrifyingly calm. Quackity could've sworn that tone alone was enough to freeze the entire ocean surrounding the island.
"I'm a little offended that you find me so unattractive you're shocked someone would want to date me.”
He knew perfectly well he was playing with fire now. The look in Multi's eyes promised pure violence.
Quackity should have been terrified. Instead, excitement curled warmly beneath his ribs.
"Did you accept any of them?”
"Not yet.”
Quackity immediately felt Multi's grip tighten around his wrist.
"Who?”
The scientist's voice dropped lower.
"I want their names.”
Quackity laughed softly, genuinely amused now, and shook his head.
"Oh, absolutely not.”
His smile widened slightly.
"I already have enough blood on my hands.”
Multi narrowed his eyes, and the boy answered with a provocative smile.
He felt like a child holding a match while standing on top of a barrel of gasoline. One spark was all it would take to start a fire he would never be able to control. And deep down, he knew that one wrong move could make him burn with it.
“I don't belong to you. Besides, you never gave me any sign that you wanted me to, so you have no right to blame me if I decided to go out with…”
He never finished the sentence.
Multi’s other hand suddenly wrapped around the back of his neck. Quackity barely had time to gasp before he was yanked forward and their lips crashed together.
A strangled sound escaped his throat in surprise, but he didn’t pull away even slightly. There was no hesitation in the kiss, no room for gentleness. It was rough and consuming, just like Multi himself. He kissed him like a starving man, like this was the only thing keeping him alive, and Quackity could barely keep up with the intensity of it.
When the initial shock faded, Quackity grabbed fistfuls of green dreadlocks and pulled him even closer, despite the fact that there was barely any space left between their bodies. If he could, he would have fused them together completely.
For one second, he imagined digging his fingers beneath Multi’s skin, forcing apart his ribs just to reach his heart and tear it out so it could belong only to him.
He tugged sharply on his hair, and Multi bit down on his lower lip in response. A broken moan slipped from Quackity’s lips, and Multi immediately took advantage of it to deepen the kiss further. His wings spread violently behind him as their tongues met.
Quackity felt the man's hand slide down to his waist before moving across his back. His entire body reacted like it had been struck by lightning the moment Multi touched the base of his wings.
His back arched instantly, his head falling backward, and Multi used the opportunity without hesitation, pressing his lips against his throat.
Quackity felt completely out of control. This wasn't his first kiss, but he'd never experienced anything that felt like this. It was overwhelming. Consuming.
He shuddered when he felt Multi’s warm breath against his ear, followed by his low voice.
“Are you still so sure you don’t belong to me?”
His grip on Quackity’s waist tightened slightly.
“Because your body is telling me something very different.”
As if to emphasize his words, he ran his hand over the sensitive base of Quackity’s wings again, drawing a nearly tearful moan from his lips. Quackity wanted to answer, but his mind refused to cooperate. He couldn't force together a single coherent thought.
Multi clearly had no intention of giving him the chance to speak anyway.
“From the moment we met, I wanted you to be mine, Quackity. And I always get what I want, no matter what it takes.”
His fingers slowly brushed through the feathers again.
“Do you remember when I told you we could only meet in my laboratory? Do you know why I said that?”
Keeping his focus on Multi’s words was becoming almost impossible with the way his hand kept teasing his wings.
“N-No.”
“Because no one except you and me has access to that place. I hated watching other people look at you. Hearing them speak to you.”
His voice lowered slightly.
“You keep insisting that I'm not a bad person, but you have no idea what kind of thoughts I have whenever you're near me.”
Multi’s lips brushed lightly against the side of his throat.
“If I could, I would lock you away in my underground world forever, where I would be the only person allowed near you.”
Quackity’s breath caught in his throat.
“I couldn't keep seeing you on the surface. Sooner or later, I would end up killing anyone reckless enough to touch you in front of me.”
His grip on Quackity tightened slightly.
“My face would be the last thing they saw before they died.”
Quackity listened to every word whispered against his skin and felt like he should have been terrified. He should have pushed him away. Called him insane.
Instead, heat spread through his entire body so intensely it almost hurt. It felt as though his blood had turned into fire, burning through his veins.
“Well, Quackity? Do you still think I'm a good person?”
His fingers dragged once more across the feathers of his wings, deliberately slow.
“You're the only thing keeping the remains of my humanity alive. But at the same time, you could become the reason I'd burn this entire world to the ground and watch in awe as it turns to ash and bone.”
His voice softened into something almost dangerous in its honesty.
“You're my strength... and my greatest weakness. The only weakness I allow myself.”
Quackity shivered.
“My clone understood that perfectly. He knew you were the only thing he could ever use against me. That's why he wanted you on his side so badly.”
Quackity finally forced himself to speak.
“You knew that the entire time?”
“Of course I did.”
Multi sounded almost offended by the question.
“He was me. I knew exactly how he thought. I enjoyed watching you kill him, but you never actually needed to do it. I was prepared.”
His hand slid possessively against Quackity’s waist.
“The moment he decided to lay his hands on what belongs to me, he signed his own death sentence.”
Multi tilted his head slightly, completely calm again.
“His escape was nothing more than a minor inconvenience. I would have found him eventually.”
“Multi.”
“Hmm?”
Quackity tilted his head back just enough to look him in the eyes. A restless frustration kept building inside him. He had waited far too long for a moment like this, and now that he finally had it, he wanted more.
He wanted everything Multi was willing to give him.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” he murmured softly, “but you’re talking too much tonight.”
Multi blinked in visible surprise, but before he could respond, Quackity grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into another kiss.
Then he tugged him downward.
Multi offered no resistance as he sat onto the grass, and Quackity immediately took advantage of it, swinging one leg over his thighs until he was straddling him completely.
They kissed beneath the pale glow of the moon, alone in the middle of the forest clearing.
A quiet sigh escaped Quackity as Multi’s hands slid beneath his clothes. Cold fingers wandered slowly across the skin of his stomach and back, exploring every inch of him with almost obsessive attention.
“That’s another way I could tell you apart.”
Quackity whispered, his breathing growing increasingly uneven.
Multi didn’t pull away from his neck. He only gave a low hum against his skin to show he was listening.
“His hands were warm, yours are always freezing.”
A faint smirk touched Multi’s lips against his throat.
“You don’t seem to mind.”
As he spoke, his fingers slowly traced the length of Quackity’s spine, drawing a sharp reaction from him. Quackity instinctively rolled his hips forward, the sudden friction pulling a low sound from both of them at once.
Multi’s grip tightened immediately around his waist.
“I think we should go back.”
“Why?”
“We’re in the middle of a forest clearing.”
“And?”
Quackity moved against him again, slow and deliberate this time.
Multi caught his hips at once, holding him firmly in place.
“Quackity.”
His name sounded dangerous coming from Multi’s mouth. Like a warning or a promise.
“My clone’s corpse is lying a few meters away from us.”
Quackity glanced briefly toward the body before looking back at him with a faint, unreadable smile.
“Then look at him.”
His voice was soft.
“Let him remind you what happens if you ever leave me.”
Multi narrowed his eyes slightly, his fingers pressing harder into Quackity’s skin.
“Is that supposed to be a threat?”
“Helpful advice.”
Something dark flickered across Multi’s expression.
“I’m starting to wonder when exactly you became this brave.”
His gaze slowly traveled across Quackity’s face.
“You’re beginning to feel dangerous.”
Quackity laughed quietly before kissing him again. His hands moved to Multi’s lab coat, pushing it from his shoulders. This time, Multi didn’t resist at all. He simply allowed Quackity to strip it away from him.
Somewhere between kisses and wandering hands, the rest of their clothes disappeared too.
At some point, Multi suddenly pushed him backward onto the grass and leaned over him with a slow, satisfied smile.
Quackity had only seen that expression a handful of times before. Usually when Multi spoke about a successful experiment, a new discovery, something he considered precious.
And now he was looking at him that same way. With admiration, fascination and desire.
A shiver ran through Quackity beneath the intensity of that gaze.
"Beautiful… What am I supposed to do with you?”
The man sounded as though he were speaking more to himself than to Quackity.
"You said I belong only to you. Prove it.”
Quackity could have sworn Multi’s blue eyes glowed with a light of their own before darkening completely. It felt as though darkness itself was staring back at him now, ready to consume him, and he intended to let it.
He choked softly when Multi’s fingers slipped into his mouth. The man leaned over him until his lips brushed against his ear.
"You’ve been mine since the moment I decided I wanted you. I don’t need to prove anything to anyone.”
Quackity wasn’t entirely sure what happened during the next few minutes. Multi scattered kisses along his neck while his hand finally slipped from the boy’s mouth and moved lower. Quackity cried out when Multi bit into his shoulder. He didn’t even need to look to know it would leave a bloody mark behind.
And it quickly became clear it wouldn’t be the last.
Multi began marking him everywhere he pleased, cruel teeth sinking into skin as though he were leaving behind a message for the world to read. A warning. Proof that every part of Quackity belonged to him.
Reality itself started slipping through Quackity’s fingers.
His body felt like it had been set ablaze, pain and pleasure melting together until he could no longer tell where one ended and the other began. He dug his fists into the grass, trying desperately to ground himself when Multi found a sensitive spot deep inside him.
Frustration burned beneath his skin alongside impatience. He didn’t care that someone could find them there. The entire island could have gathered around them and he still wouldn’t have cared.
Let them watch. Let everyone know that he and Multi belonged to each other.
They were like two sides of the same coin. So different, yet terrifyingly alike. From the very beginning, they had been drawn to each other like moths to a flame, even while knowing exactly how it would end.
He knew they were poisonous for each other. Their relationship was built on obsession, fed by it, rotting beautifully from the inside out. And yet he craved it like a drug.
Multi was like poisoned air. Toxic and destructive, but necessary to survive.
Quackity was addicted to the way he felt whenever they were together. Sometimes it felt less like affection and more like a sickness, something feverish and all-consuming, but now that he knew Multi was just as incapable of living without him, none of it mattered anymore.
They were like magnets. No matter how hard they tried to pull apart, something always dragged them back together.
Quackity cried out when Multi took him without warning. The man barely gave him a moment before he started moving, and the first thrusts tore a sharp gasp from the boy’s lips, his back arching instantly beneath him.
Their eyes met and in Multi’s gaze, Quackity saw pure obsession.
It was rough, almost punishing at times, but he had expected nothing less. There was no tenderness in Multi’s nature, no softness, no restraint, and Quackity didn’t want any of those things.
Not now.
Multi could destroy him and remake him however he pleased, shape him into something entirely his own, and Quackity would let him. Gladly. Because he knew he belonged only to him.
Multi had never looked at anyone else like this. Never touched anyone this way. Never allowed anyone this close.
And Quackity would do anything to make sure that never changed.
He would bury more knives in more backs if he had to.
Multi was his. No one would ever take that away from him. He had waited far too long for this.
Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter low in his body, ready to finally snap. But the moment Multi noticed the tension building beneath his hands, he suddenly stopped moving.
Quackity let out a frustrated sound and glared at him.
"So desperate. You want this that badly?”
Quackity stared at him in disbelief.
“This is really not the fucking moment for stupid questions.”
A satisfied smile slowly spread across Multi’s face. Quackity was honestly shocked by how composed he still seemed despite the fact that he was clearly close to losing control himself.
“On the contrary,” Multi murmured. “It’s the perfect moment.”
Quackity finally snapped.
He shoved Multi hard enough to throw him onto the grass beneath him. His wings, no longer trapped against the ground, spread to their full width behind him. Now he was the one towering over the scientist.
And God, Multi looked beautiful like this.
Moonlight spilled across his pale skin, silver light catching against every sharp angle of his body. Desire hit Quackity so hard it made him tremble.
If Multi was surprised by the sudden shift in position, he didn’t show it. The moment Quackity tried to roll his hips, Multi immediately grabbed him and held him still.
“Did you ever accept any of those offers you told me about?”
Quackity groaned in frustration.
“Oh my God, no! I already told you that.”
“Swear it.”
“I fucking swear.”
Quackity felt like he had never been this frustrated in his entire life.
And the worst part was that Multi knew it. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was dragging out every answer on purpose while Quackity slowly lost his mind beneath him.
“So you’ve never been with anyone else?”
“No… Not in that way.”
Multi’s eyes narrowed darkly before he leaned closer, so close that Quackity could feel his breath against his lips.
“And what way was that?”
Quackity only let out a helpless sound, refusing to answer, and Multi responded immediately with a sharp thrust that made his head spin.
“Don’t keep me waiting. I’m patient, but you really don’t want to see what happens when I stop being patient.”
“It was just kisses,” Quackity gasped. “Nothing meaningful. Nothing, because even then all I could think about was you. I always wanted you. Only you. Please…”
Those words finally seemed to satisfy Multi.
He released Quackity’s hips and cupped his face instead, pulling him into another kiss. Quackity’s fingers found their way back into his hair for what felt like the hundredth time that night, and soon their movements fell into rhythm again.
“Say it again.”
Multi whispered the request directly against his lips, and Quackity had no intention of denying him anything anymore.
“I only ever wanted you.”
They fell apart almost at the same moment, and Quackity had never felt anything close to this before. His entire body went weak with exhaustion and pleasure, and he barely managed to stay upright before Multi caught him and lowered him carefully onto the grass beside him.
Quackity closed his eyes, trying to steady his breathing and the violent pounding of his heart.
He had no idea how long he stayed like that. Seconds. Minutes. Maybe hours.
When he finally opened his eyes again, Multi was standing over him fully dressed once more, looking down at him with the faintest smile.
Quackity thought he should probably feel embarrassed lying there completely naked beneath that gaze, but the way Multi’s eyes slowly moved over his body only filled him with smug satisfaction instead.
He pushed himself up slightly and blinked at the bruises and dark marks scattered across his torso, stomach, and inner thighs.
Then he looked back at Multi and grimaced.
“So I take it you’re pleased with yourself?”
The smile on Multi’s lips widened just slightly.
“You have no idea.”
Quackity snorted in mock annoyance.
Multi extended a hand toward him to help him up, and Quackity took it immediately.
“Come on, we have a body to bury and a world to conquer.”