Even if other people deemed them as not visible, he still how the clear red on his wrists and legs. And the little pieces of wood from chewed up popsicle sticks he poked his skin with when he couldn’t find the scissors. And the butter knife he used on his thigh when he had nothing else.
Sharp knives that left scrapes and ugly cuts on his legs. And those knives he hid in his drawers came to good use when he was down. Quackity labeled himself as worthless, he told himself he was nothing and that he was just a burden. Or his head- did he die? Quackity sat and wished he could be so much more, but he couldn’t get out of bed for anyone. He needed to cry, but he couldn’t get anything out of his eyes. But the warm cuddled never helped, they just brought him an undying feeling of coldness. Slimecicle would stay with him for hours, cuddling him, kissing him, cherishing him. Everyone tried to help him, they tried to get him help. Because in his world, no one was ever satisfied. “When will they be proud of me?” The answer was never. “When will I be complete?” He asked himself, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket.
“Who am I supposed to be?” Quackity thought to himself, kicking a stone across the sidewalk he walked. But- doesn’t the thought bother you?” Fundys words lingered, “this country- it’ll fall without you. “I’ll be somewhere in the clouds, I hope tonight.” “What’s the point of being here? I won’t see them cry.” Quackity whimpered, looking out the window out to the cloudy skies that cried out heavy rain drops. after a while the slime was just another voice and person who stood like a ghost in the corner of his room. Slimecicle tried to help me, he gave him a reason to keep living. He always felt alone- even when surrounded by people that he knew. It happened internally, and it was horrible. And if you’re wondering, no the fire wasn’t literal.
Quackity walked through the ashes of his passions that burnt down during the fire. And after the flames died down, all there was left a barren landscape of pitch black dullness. But then with the blink of eye, everything was destroyed. Everything seemed to be fine and glorious. Something i like about linux is that although all the basics are packaged there are no intrusive or redundant things and it is easy to add the components of software you need, pity it does not run hardcore progs like adobe creative stuff very well,if at all.Everything was happy. Next is making sure none of the redundant or intrusive MS stuff is lurking and eating time/space etc. The last MS update was a final straw for disk space but it did need doing anyway I think that should be better, with some help from tt i seem to have put all the snaps+inprogress PS ones onto an 8 Tb external and culled a load of stuff from the SSD while retaining all the folders of day to day snapsĬlose on 0.7 of a TB has been culled from the SSD so hopefully everything will be nice again
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