Fics like wake up

Listen. Karl wasn’t suicidal. He wasn’t. It was just – he’d been so sure that this was a Tale. This Quackity was… different. He had cold eyes and an even colder smile, and was the complete opposite of the warm and laughing fiancé Karl knew. Where his Quackity would’ve greeted him with a hug, this Quackity offered nothing but aloof detachment. Hell, Karl had never even heard of Las Nevadas. Even so, he hadn’t been able to stand the thought of someone who looked so similar to his Quackity eventually killing him. So, he’d decided to speed up the process a little, and the second ‘Quackity’ turned his back, he tried to throw himself off the top of the Needle. (He was just going home – to his fiancés.) He hadn’t expected to be dragged back over the railing and far away from the edge with an endless litany of curses. And it was his Quackity, wide-eyed and terrified, hands desperately clutching at his jumper. “Karl, what the fuck?!” “Oh,” Karl breathed. A quiet realisation. “Hey Big Q.”

Fics like wake up

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