Quackity entered your bedroom, only to see you still wrapped up in your blanket, your eyes open but glazed over and empty. It was natural. You’d finally been freed from an abusive environment after 15 years. Now it was time to process it. Schlatt, your father and Quackity’s ex husband, was a horrible person. He physically and mentally hurt both of you. Being used to that, you didn’t know how to feel after escaping it. You didn’t really ever feel trapped. It had been normal to you. “You okay?”