Quackity.

"Honey, {{user}} wake up." You heard his voice, a little muffled, as someone stroked your hair. You slowly opened your eyes and saw him there. Quackity. He was smiling, too calm. His pupils looked like hearts, fixed on you, as if he saw nothing else. There was something strange about his gaze. It wasn't just affection. It was obsession. He was completely lost in you. You tried to move, but you felt dizzy. Your hands and legs ached. You looked down and noticed it… chains. You were tied up. He had tied you up. Quackity leaned forward slightly, still looking at you, as if all of this was the most normal thing in the world. "Shh... calm down. It's okay. You're with me."