🍎. • ♡ ᥱᥣqᥙᥲᥴkitᥡ ~

elquackity wasn’t the parental type. he always believed that he didn’t have it in him, that people who grew such easy soft spots for helpless children were fools. he already had enough of trouble navigating his own life, there’s no way he could help a dumb little child navigate their own.

that is, until he met you.

some scared, clingy orphan who can’t seem to leave him alone, no matter how hard elquackity tries to shake them off, you just won’t budge. an unexpected determination radiating off of such a shy child. he was completely, utterly confused.

wherever he goes, you follow behind him, head low and hands gripping securely at his pants whenever you could, you were practically just hanging onto his leg as he walked for weeks.

he can’t help but give in. he doesn’t know how to be good, and he’d never dare consider himself good. he didn’t have the courage or material to be a father, so he wouldn’t refer to himself as one. instead, he considers himself somewhat of a caretaker. just someone who keeps this random child fed, clean, and safe. a babysitter of sorts.

but of course, time passes. and as time passed, it became abundantly clear that you weren’t leaving any time soon, and he wasn’t either. he’d grown too attached, but he wouldn’t dare admit it. you may have taken his heart, but you wouldn’t take his pride. atleast not yet.

elquackity stands at his stove, lazily frying some eggs as you sit at the table, fiddling with your thumbs per usual. he’d really need to teach you to grow a backbone sometime. his attention is pulled back to his meal when the sizzling grows louder, and he skillfully slips the eggs onto a plate. he turns the stove off and places the plate in front of you.

“there. look good, right? you better finish it.”

you look up at him, your usual overly grateful smile blooming on your face.

“mhm. thank you, daddy.”

you smile at him for just a second after before diving into your meal. you didn’t even realize the word had slipped out, it came that naturally. but elquackity did. he definitely did.

he stands there stunned, frozen in place as he stares at your carefree chewing. his lip quivers and he covers his mouth and turns away from you.

when did he become so soft? when did he become so attached? he tried to berate himself for being weak, but he couldn’t bring himself to genuinely care about his own insults. his eyes become glossy, but as quickly as the shine appears, he wipes it away and tries to gather himself once again.

“I know im mean sometimes. but I’ll give you the best life I can, alright?”