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Tw: depressive behavior, eating disorder (sort of) (if you don't like this kind of stuff, block the Tag "Cursed Limbo AU". I use this Tag if I write about it)

Please eat

The sound of slot machines and foreign voices that were discussing a variety of things filled the building. The falling of chips, celebration of winning and the anger and frustration over losing everything. Fundy was looking around the casino, holding documents in his hands, pressing them to his chest. It was getting crumpled but the young hybrid didn't really care. Those documents were only a tool. If it is related to work then Quackity couldn't avoid him.

And oh...avoid he did him. After the owner of Las Nevadas had a "talk" with Schlatt, he found any reason to not talk with Fundy. There is a reason. Of course there is. Q was sure that Schlatt would ask Fundy about the marriage situation and he is not willing to be humiliated like that. Schlatt finding out that his current relationship is not working out, that's the worst scenario.

The fox hybrid tried to catch any sound that could serve as a hint to Quackitys location and finally, the sound of wing flatter and light footsteps. Fundy tightened his grip on the documents, accelerating his steps, slowly waving with his foxtail. When he finally yelled the Hispanic mans name, he Gould have sworn that he never saw a person change their direction quite as fast.

-I have the documents. The ones that you gave Schlatt!- Fundy tried to sound determined. Fortunately, his words worked and Q stopped, exhaled and turned to face the fox hybrid, smiling politely, reaching with his hand forward.

-Good. give them to me and I watch over them later.- this wasn't the plan. Fundy stopped in front of the other man but kept the documents.

-We need to talk. More specific....I need to ask you something.- the duck hybrid rolled his eyes, he is not in the mood for a talk. Especially not for a talk about Schlatt but Fundy didn't even wait for his answer.

-What does Schlatt like? I mean food wise.- for a few seconds, Quackity just looked at him with confusion, of course this is better than the scenario that he had in mind....but this was still a strange question.

-Why are you asking?....- the fox hybrid looked away for the first time, pressing down his long ears.

-...Its just...he didn't really eat in quite a while...I didn't notice right away because he mostly gave me back an empty plate. And...yeah....I just thought that...maybe if it's something he likes then he would eat it...- at this moment, Fundy began to lower his voice. There was a moment of silence between the two man.

-Well...what about toast? I am sure he would just die from happiness.- this comment drew the fox hybrids attention back to Quackity, his jaw clenched. The duck hybrid faked an amused smile.

-This is not funny. Not in the slightest. You know what?- the younger male forcefully handed Quackity the documents, some of which had little holes, caused by his claws, some of the papers slowly met the floor.

-I shouldn't even have asked. I just...I thought that maybe you would be willing to help because Schlatt wasn't in any way distressed after your visit, he...he smiled God dammed. But...seems like I was wrong....enjoy looking through the papers.- the young hybrid made his way to the exit, avoiding anyone's glance, he could handle this situation by himself. Quackity didn't move, just looking at the amount of documents and trying to mentally justify his own actions.

Fundy tried his best to make the meal on the plate look more appealing. Changing the way its plated again and again till he was satisfied with the result. He then slowly approached Schlatts room, stopping in front of the door. He had to be honest with himself, he was quite nervous. He can't really force the ex-president to eat but he is sure that Schlatt is not far from the state of loosing consciousness. At least, this was the impression that Fundy had the last time that he saw the ram hybrid. Pushing those thoughts aside, the young hybrid knocked at the door, waiting till Schlatt opened it, taking a few steps back then.

He had black circles under his eyes, seems like the nightmares and troubles with sleep have returned. The older mans hair was a mess and he clearly needs a haircut but the fox hybrid tried to ignore that, he knows that Schlatt isn't really satisfied with his looks right now. The corners of Fundys mouth lifted, giving away a soft but slightly tired smile. He entered the room and closed the door behind him, placing the plate on the table. His ears twitched at the sound of a pen scribbling on paper of a notebook, he turned around and was met by the words.

Not hungry. Sorry.

Fundy tried to keep his smile.

-Thats okay...you don't have to eat right now.- the young fox hybrid sat down on "his" bed.

-....do you...want some help with your hair?- he tried to ask as careful as he possibly could. Schlatt only analyzed the floor with his gaze, scratching the back of his hand and thinking. Does he want help? Does he need help? Is his hair that much of a problem? Is he a nuisance for needing help with something that easy?

Fundy softened his gaze and stood up, getting the hairbrush, which wasn't used in quite a while. He sat back and spread his legs a little bit.

-Come, sit down....its all okay....you are fine...- his voice was soft, practically a whisper in which you could almost feel the warmth of his smile. Even if the older man acted still hesitant, he took a seat on the floor in front of the fox hybrid.

-Good....it can hurt a little bit...I want to try and get rid of the knots...just let me know if it is too much. I...I will now touch you. Okay?- the answer didnt come right away but the ram hybrid nodded, picking at his cuticles and trying to take a deep breath. Giving Schlatt more than a minute to prepare himself for the touch, Fundy began to brush his hair, starting at the tips. His motions were fast but gentle, he stopped sometimes to ask if the older man is still okay with the touch. Sometimes he had to use his fingers to get rid of the more stubborn knots and then continue the brushing, being more careful, when he had to do it near the horns. The ram hybrid already closed his eyes, flickering with his long ears and trying to not throw his head back.

-...You are doing very good.- it's always weird to get praises for something so simple but it still made the ram hybrid smile weakly. Moments later, Fundy placed the hairbrush on the bed, looking at the work that he did. The ex-presidents curly hair already reached his shoulder blades which is way longer, compared to his hairlengh during the presidency. The young hybrid gently stroke the mans ears, they flickered as a reaction to the compassionate touch. A nice silence took place in the room and was only interrupted by the rumbling of Fundys stomach which caught Schlatts attention. The ram hybrid grabbed his notebook, beginning to write and then showing it to the younger man.

You should eat something.

This was the fox hybrids chance.

-I am not really hungry.- the ram hybrid turned to face him, he looked confused and slightly worried, writing again.

Your stomach growled. You are clearly hungry. You should eat.

Fundy tilted his head, smiling a little bit.

-...What if we just eat together? You know....if you are not hungry and I am not hungry....then we could be not hungry together and just eat something.....you...don't need to eat much. Just keeping me company...think you could do it?- the fox hybrid slowly stood up from the bed, approaching the table and taking the plate, sitting down next to the ram hybrid. Schlatt chewed on his bottom lip, looking to the side.

-....Please.- Fundy still kept his voice calm, even though there was a slight trembling. After some moments of silence, the older man slowly took the plate in his own hands, they were very shakey. He took the first bite, not even concentrating on a attempt of recognizing the food, swallowing almost without chewing. The fox hybrid didn't hold back a smile, which didnt fade even after Schlatt made him eat almost half of the meal.

Fundy left the room in the evening, to bring away the dirty dishes and the laundry, meeting Quackity, who seemed to make his way towards Schlatts room but stopping in front of Fundy. Uncomfortable silence was between them. The duck hybrid let out a defeated exhale and handed the ginger man a list.

-....That's what I could remember. Maybe his preferences changed....but....yeah....that's all that I wanted to give you.- not waiting for any answer, Quackity tried to leave, still hearing Fundys words that slipped after a moment or processing.

-...Thank you.-

Cursed Limbo AU! Today a very lighthearted chapter, panic attacks are only mentioned. (Ps: no proofread!)

Listen...but don't tell me what you hear...

It was one of the calmer evenings, those where rare in such a busy country. Fundy appreciated those types of nights, were he could just relax, lie back against the headboard. Sometimes his fox ears perked up, whenever he heard even a slight change from Schlatts sides. He definitely became too protective, trying to recognize signs of starting panic attacks fast enough.

Fundy smiled slightly, looking at the older hybrid. Someone, who was considered a tyrant before, was sitting next to his bed on the floor. The ram hybrids dark, curly hair lied on his shoulders, reaching so much more down. At least he tried to brush it now, even if sometimes there was no energy or motivation to do so. It almost covers his ram ears, which sometimes flickered. The mans eyes were closed, he still had dark rings under them. Heavy breathing could be heard, in and out, he was practicing calm breathing, which was a good idea and should help him to calm down in the future, when he would get another unexpected panic attack. Fundys gaze fell lower, right on Schlatts arms, the mans hands rested on his knees, clenching them every time he inhaled, his sweater sleeves covered his arms, reaching to the wrists, but the fox hybrid still knew that they are covered in bandages. In pretty fresh ones. So fresh that it´s still possible to recognize the metallic smell of blood which stained them not so long ago.

He talked with Quackity about the ex-presidents panic attack, which happened recently. Even though, Fundy didn't want to admit it but he felt slight guilt. He should have been here when it happened. He should have been the one who would help, nobody here understands how hard it is to deal with this sort of panic...but...he knew that this is just something what he felt, not the truth. Quackity actually handled the situation well, at least...if the fox boy would fully believe in the version that Q told him. The ginger took a deep breath and then exhaled. He just didn't want to lose someone, who he considered a father figure, again. But he had to calm down, he knows that as soon as Schlatt sees his worried expression, he will start to get uncomfortable himself and today is too much of a peaceful day for that.

The fox hybrid then proceeded to slowly lower his hand on the other mans head, moving it to the fluffy ears, gently stroking them, earning a weak but genuine smile from Schlatts side. He gave it a few pets before his ears perked up because of a familiar but almost forgotten sound. It was...way more high-pitched than the ex-presidents voice, at least...more then he remembered. That's when his fingers fully stopped on the fluffy side of the ears. Schlatts voice....did he just. Fundys heart was racing, as if someone was forcefully pumping adrenaline into him. He was sure that they could give up the hope on Schlatt speaking again. There was no way he could hold back the bright smile on his face, he was already opening his mouth, ready to express his joy. The realization that this wasn´t quite what he thought came crawling, at first just in the back at his mind but then it infested his whole mind. He gazed over Schlatts facial expression, which didn´t change at all, he wasn´t looking at the fox boy and he continued to open and close his mouth in the rhythm of inhales and exhales. Slowly the foxes ears pressed to his head, he wasn't imagining it, right?

He was sure that the ex-president said something or at least made a sound. Even more, he was sure that this was a familiar sound....like a high pitched cry. Fundy tried to remember where he heard it the last time, since...it seems like Schlatt didn't realize that he made a sound. Maybe it's better if he doesn't find out. Even if the fox hybrid had the urge to praise him, say that he is happy that the ram hybrid feels so much more comfortable...but he couldn't. He was afraid that Schlatt wasn't ready, what if this would put the whole progress behind?

Yes. It's better to keep quiet...just continue to gently stroke the long, fluffy ears and try to remember, closing his eyes, concentrating just on that sound.

Like a cry...it, it reminded mostly of a sheeps cry. But he didn't hear it just around normal sheep mobs. Fundy could recognize that he heard it once, when he passed the presidents office, at that time, Schlatt should have a meeting with Quackity....that duck hybrid surely knows more about it...

The fox hybrid knows that the owner of Las Nevadas is still awake. He even could find some irony in that, it was such a common thing to overhear his conversations with Schlatt, when the vice president would ask his husband to get some normal amount of sleep.   Now it´s Quackity who definitely needs more hours of sleep. It was pretty bad but in that case, Fundy could find something positive in that sleep schedule, he could definitely speak with Q.

Those intentions were brought to life when Foolish came to the room, he wasn´t really familiar with Schlatt but still agreed to look after him from time to time. Furthermore, the demigod actually introduced his children to the ram hybrid, who didn´t seem to have anything against that. Seems like it even helps him to distract himself. After reminding Foolish of all the “dos and donts”, even though the living “totem of undying” tried to tell him that he remembers everything, the fox hybrid left the room and made his way towards Quackitys office. Stopping in front of the big door and taking a deep breath.

He knocked three times and after a formal “Come in”, he entered. Quackity had some blueprints and other documents lying on his desk, on which he clearly focused his attention, looking up just to take a glimpse at the young man at the door.

-If that isn’t Fundy. Can’t believe that you left Schlatt without a babysitter again.- even if there was slight amusement and some sort of sarcasm. Fundy could swear that he saw how the other males fingers twitched for a split second and how his gaze was scanning the door, as if he would consider to stand up and leave.

-I left him with Foolish. No need to worry.- there was some chuckle from the side of the casino owner, who surely tried to convince the fox that he either didn’t care or didn’t worry.

-And he is okay with Foolish? Either way. I hope he knows that I am not paying him for babysitting.- was asked, with some fake sarcasm. Fundy is sure that he already starts to understand when Q is serious and when he is starting to fake something.

-Yes….I….I think it’s because they didn’t really know each other before….so…Schlatt doesn’t have to worry about Foolish planning to kill him…- the fox-hybrid had a shadow of a smile on his face, looking down at the floor. Quackity only nodded silently, trying to let out a quiet sigh of relief.

-and why are you here?- of course this question would come. It was obvious but still slightly uncomfortable.

-Yes…my reason to be here….I just….you know, back in Manberg, Schlatt used to make strange noises…….n…not that noises….I mean….more like the ones that sheep make?...can you….tell me about that?..…- for a moment Quackity fell quiet, there was even very light blush on his cheeks. Being consumed by his own memories and regretting that those weren’t bad memories.

-….Bleating or baaing….he….ahem. Sheep hybrids often do those, either when they are scarred, to get help or when they are comfortable. The difference is the tone of those noises….why would you even remember something that was back in Manberg?- Quackity started to reorganize his documents.

-…Quackity….I think he is beginning to feel better here.- those words where almost a warm whisper, followed by Fundys smile.