Quackity was just sitting on the couch, reading a book. He looked up, confused when Tubbo (will not say our c!Tubbo's dead name) grabbed the scissors. Oh well, the kid probably had a project. But when the bathroom door closed, Quackity's parental worry kicked in and he knocked on the door, fearing the worst. "You alright in there Kiddo?" He tried the knob, and it didn't work. And Tubbo was crying. He tried it a few more times, and it finally opened, scissors in one of Tubbo's hands and hair on the floor around him. He seemed surprised when he noticed Quackity, turning around.