Somehow, someway, ElQuackity found himself in the position of daycare attendant, accidentally stealing his twin brother's job, and it was easy to say that it wasn't quite a stellar experience... He couldn't hold back his eye from twitching, pink ribbon tied taut against him in a bow as the island's children danced, circling his position on the ground. ElQuackity cheek felt the burn of carpet against his cheek, grumbling incoherently through duct tape. In the corner of his eye, he noticed one of the kids pick up a cardboard sword, and he almost wriggled away like a goddamn worm to escape.

He was like that for hours, until, by some miracle, the kids had exhausted themselves out, Chayanne still clutching that sword in his weirdly peaceful sleep. God, he hated that monster of a child... But it was okay, right? Their parents come back eventually and save him... right?? How the fuck does Q do this shit?? He wondered internally. El had gone through probably numerous hours of experimentation and torture, and still NONE of it could possible add up to how horrific this daycare was.