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What are you so afraid of?

This one's angst. And has big paragraphs!

Slimecicle loves Quackity, but Quackity doesn't love him back. Or... does he? Well, let's just say too many relationships ending in tragedy changes a mans view on the little thing we call love.

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Quackity was no stranger to the struggle. And I don't mean financial struggle- like working four minimum wage jobs and not eating for weeks kinda struggle. I mean the relationship kind of struggle. Falling in love with a guy and having that bond be destroyed by problems. He has those vivid memories- like how shakey he was when he watched Schlatt drop dead on the ground. Or the tears and anger he couldn't get over when Karl, Sapnap, and George went to do new things without him. Two relationships, only two relationships and he's already broken. When it comes to love, he isn't living, he's surviving.

He thinks that the best way to survive is all alone. Maybe a couple allies, but he'd rather keep his allies as allies and not close friends. This is why Quackity is so... Cold. His heart had nothing but icicles growing from them. His concept of love was shriveled up and dried, ready to turn to dust if even the smallest particle touched it. Well, that's what Quackity thought.

Because then he met Slimecicle.

So bubbly, so energetic, so happy and bold. His smile radiates innocence. His eyes glimmer in the summer light with a bright neon green glow. They reminded him of a forest. Slimecicles aura was bright, it sent rays of happiness such like the sunshine on a summer afternoon. So pretty. And it drove Quackity insane to think he was falling for him.

Quackity taught Slimecicle all he could about human life and how they function. He explained how economics work, how humans talk and act, and some extra things that Slimecicle so embarrassingly asked like sex and... Love.

"What is love?" Slimecicle asked, already knowing what sex was but wondering what the word "love" meant when Quackity mentioned it.

"Love? You wanna know what love is?" Quackity asked, not really wanting to talk more on the subject of love or what the concept of love is.

"Yeah! You already mentioned it once Quackity from Las Nevadas!" Slimecicle said, a smile radiating off his face.

"I mean... Are you sure?" Quackity said and Slimecicle nodded his head yes. He sighed, "alright then. Sit down. I'll tell you what love is."

"Ok!" Slimecicle replied, sitting down in front of the scared man with smile still drawn on his face.

"Ok, well..." Slimecicle thought for a second. "Love can go two ways. Good, or bad. When love is good, it's usually the beginning of the relationship. You meet someone, and you feel an attraction towards them. Usually it's based on looks, but it goes deeper when you talk to them and get their personality.." Quackity explained, "Good love is like, not being able to take someone off your mind. Like, you wanna hold them and be around them. And you feel all fuzzy inside when you're in the presence of them."

"Ooh! That's really cool!" Slimecicle said with amazement. "Have you have been in love?"

Quackity paused, "yes. Yes I have."

"Really? Oh wait! I remember seeing you with some people while I was in hiding! There was a horned guy, I think he was Schlatt? Uhh.. A firey guy.. A guy named.. Karl?" Slimecicle said