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I’m going to sleep… Good night!

𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚃𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 >>>

Hey. Are you stressed out ? Go the Fuck To Sleep. Now. No arguing. Plug your phone in. Phone off. Sleep.

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howdy! For the ask prompts can you please write 1 with Giant!Shlatt and Tiny!Quackity? -⭐️

Hi! Sorry that this one is so short! I don't watch Schlatt so all I really know is from like DSMP lore and stuff LOL

So he's not going to be the kindest, so be aware. (As I'm typing this I have NO CLUE what I'm doing or where I'm going LMAO lets goooooo!)

Prompt from here!

Warnings for language, rough handling, threats, fear Word Count ~850

------Yes Sir------

To be completely honest, this was not Alex Quackity's brightest moment. He'd thought that he'd just hide out in this building until the storm outside was over, and he'd be fine.

He was wrong. The ram hybrid found him, and they were currently staring at each other, frozen and unmoving.

Not that Quackity could really go anywhere anyway. He was cornered.

Like, literally, he was on the floor in the corner of the room, his exit effective blocked by the hybrid. There was no way he'd be able to get behind the nearby bookshelf, the giant being would be too fast.

That didn't mean that he didn't try, though.

But the moment he tried to move that way, the hybrid had crossed the room and crouched in front of the tiny duck hybrid, eyeing him with a smirk. The movement combined with that intense gaze made Quackity scramble back, flinching harshly as his back met the wall.

"You're - uh - you're..." The ram hybrid seemed to be processing what he was seeing, and his brain seemed to buffer for a moment before he added a simple obvious, "small."

Nervous, impulsive laughter bubbled out of Quackity. "Yeah, no shit. I almost forgot." His heart was pounding, and his attempt at covering his nerves with.. whatever that just was was a failure. His voice quavered, his body wracked with intense shaking.

If anything, the human only looked more amuse now, his smirk growing even wider and more predatory. Something unsettling settled over Quackity at the gaze, his feathers ruffling up instinctively.

"You just keep getting better and better." The hybrid was speaking, but it sounded oddly like a threat.

And then there was a hand that shot out and wrapped around him before he could even think about moving. He yelped and squirmed, trying to push at the fingers wrapped tightly around him.

He felt sick as he was moved without his will, wind whipping past him. He felt dizzy and he was lifted and carried over to the hybrid's desk. The movement halted, and Quackity looked up at the face above him, which seemed to be considering something.

"Don't move." The voice reverberated oddly through his body, and Quackity honestly wasn't thinking much as he was shifted again.

As soon as his feet hit solid ground, his body was moving, stumbling and trying to bolt away from the threat. He didn't make it far, a shriek escaping him as that tight grip was around him again, yanking him back into the air. And right in front of the massive stubbled face.

"I said," the hybrid tsked, "don't. Move." He opened a drawer, rummaging around for a moment before he paused, looking back to the tiny being in his grip. "And I know you can understand me, which means that you're just being a little shit." His voice was dangerously even, and Quackity pushed as the grip around him with trembling arms, wings flapping uselessly behind him. That predatory gaze locked on his wings, smirk terrifyingly cold. "If you don't behave for me, I might just have to..."

He trailed off, and Quackity's heart thrummed quickly against his rib cage. He threw desperate hits at the thick skin around him, face wet with tears, though he could tell that his struggles meant absolutely nothing. But he fell absolutely still as those disgusting fingers pinched his wings, wide eyes shooting up to cold, dark ones.

The ram hybrid said nothing, just raising a brow, but Quackity got the message loud and clear.

"I-I'll be good. I'm sorry." His voice was thick and it shook, but the grip on his precious wings stayed.

"Mmmmm. I think I'm going to need a bit more from you." Quackity shuddered as those fingers rubbed uncomfortably against his feathers. "I need you to not talk back, try to run, and maybe a few other things down the line. Or," the rubbing stopped, and Quackity gasped as the pressure increased a bit. "you'll have to learn your lesson. Understood?"

"Yes!"

"Yes?" The ram hybrid tilted his head, curves horns glinting as lightning flashed in the distance. "Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir." And even though it sounded forced (mostly because it was) it seemed to satisfy him enough because the grip on his wings let up, and Quackity slumped a bit with relief.

"Schlatt?" A voice called from beyond the locked door, making both of their eye snap over to it. "We have policies to discuss. The meeting is in a few minutes, remember?"

"I'll be there!" Quackity flinched at the shout that his captor gave in return. The footsteps faded as the person walked away. "And you... Hm," he rummaged through his drawer again before pulling out a jar and struggling for a moment to remove the lid, "in you go then, hm?"

And then Quackity was dumped unceremoniously into the glass prison. His body ached from the rough grip and he winced. Yeah, that's going to leave some bruises alright.

The door clicked closed as his Schlatt left, and Quackity flinched at the loud sound it created. Quackity curled into himself, crying softly and hoping that this wouldn't be his forever.

Dreamy Bear

Bed Time

Had a migraine the past two days but finally got to draw again. Didn't wanna do anything I would be too high pressure about so I did a little self-portrait. So enjoy the very tired, very sore and kinda messy Jay sketch I guess.