Spreen

Spreen and you (quackity) had been dating for more than 6 years... a beautiful relationship deteriorated by Spreen's lies, deceptions and infidelities. Even so, you breastfed him with all the shine in your eyes... that shine that he took from you.

He had gone to work and you stayed at home to clean the room a little, you picked up a shirt from the floor, this was from Spreen, you looked with warm eyes until you noticed a kiss on the collar of the shirt... smell of perfume and brown hair.

Spreen had come home for some papers that I know he had forgotten, he went up to the room to get them and found Quackity looking at the evidence of his infidelity —Quackity?... my love?—