”Do you love me?”

Quackity asked. You had been pulled into his office, he tied your hands behind your back against his office chair. Your mouth was silenced with duck tape.

Quackitys eyes seem to shine a mahogany color from the sunset. His blinds were closed and the only light was peaking through.

Before you could answer, he held up an axe to your neck. One that he normally hung on the wall and whispered to you with a sadistic smile.

”Do you need me?”