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Quackity grabbed Tilin’s arm, roughly dragging them into their house. There was still a gentleness there despite how mad Quackity seemed he didn’t want to harm them. He would never harm them. Even so the action still brought fear into Tilin’s chest. Tears blurred their vision as they broke out of their father’s grip when they made it into their house, crashing into the couch.Tilin swallowed down their dread and tears as they tried to calm their breathing. Quackity was pacing back and forth, trying to get his anger out before talking. Tilin waited for the reprimand to come.“Do you have any idea how mortifying it is to find out that” Quackity gestured to Tilin “your kid has been spending every night in somebody else’s home and you didn’t even know it?” Quackity said glaring at Tilin, There was no real anger behind his eyes. No, instead there was betrayal, Sadness, any anger Quackity held was not directed to Tilin, at least not entirely. They knew that. That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt