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Hey, it’s Tom.
I know you’re probably mad at me for running off. But I did it! I found Alex. He actually goes by Quackity now, but either way I found him.
I was going to send a letter right away, but then I forgot. Sorry if I made you think I had died or something. I hope you haven’t worried too much about me leaving.
I don’t know how long it took me to get here, but I’ve been with Quackity for a few weeks now. He’s great! He’s kind like mum, and has plays the guitar like Wil! He’s also pretty dramatic like Wilbur.
He has this garden outside his house and a bunch of potted plants inside. His house is really small, it only has a kitchen/dinning room, living room, bathroom, and one bedroom/nest room.
That reminds me! Quackity didn’t even know it was called a nest! He knows nothing about instincts and shit, and he definitely can’t control them.
He has this roommate called Charlie, and sometimes Quackity just locks him in the bedroom and won’t let him leave the nest. I had to distract him so Charlie could sneak out just so he could use the bathroom!
Quackity’s also really weird. You thought Wilbur was weird? Q’s worse! Somehow.
We were just walking outside when Quackity fucking lunged into this river - and he came out with a fish. He caught a fish. And then ate it, raw.
Guess I’m not the most feral family member after all.
I know this letter is kinda long, but there’s so much about him I wanna share with you guys!
It’s been great spending time with him. I’m not sure if I can convince him to come back with me though, he seems pretty happy here.
The town he lives in is called Quesadilla island. Except the island part is crossed out on the sign entrance.
Anyway please don’t ground me for all of eternity. If you do I will make your guy’s life a living hell and burn down Techno’s potato farm
-You’re favorite younger brother, Tommy.
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Dear family,
This is Tommy speaking. Well, writing.
I know you’re all probably pretty mad at me for leaving, and not saying anything besides leaving a letter. I can’t really remember what I wrote, but I left to find Alex.
I wasn’t going to come back until I did.
I sort of lied though, I have found him. I’ve stayed with him for about a few weeks now? Quackity doesn’t have a calendar.
Oh that’s his new name by the way! Quackity. I like to call him Big Q though.
He’s really nice, but he also doesn’t know anything about being an avian. Whats weird is he also didn’t get his wings until he was around fifteen. Can you believe that?! He got them in so late!
Q lives in this small house in this small town called Quasidilla island. Which is a stupid name because it’s hard to spell and it isn’t on an island.
He has this friend named Charlie who’s basically his roommate. Charlie is really weird, but he gets a pass for being Quackity’s best friend.
Apparently the two found each other when they were teenagers, and stuck around each other. Neither of them remember their birthday either so they just celebrate it together on whatever day of the year they feel like.
I also got to teach Quackity how to fly! Apparently he never learned how. Big Q’s wings are this yellow gold color, and I swear they shine just like gold does when the light hits them.
He also has this really bad scar across his face. He told me people had hurt him, but that those people are dead now.
I got to meet the person who helped kill the people who hurt him, and Quackity totally has a crush on the guy. He keeps making those gross chirps dad makes at mum all the time! I don’t think he realizes what the chirps mean. It’s really easy to read him.
-From the one and only TommyInnit
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Hi, this is Tommy. Sorry if you thought I was dead. But also how dare you! I would never let myself die.
Anyway, cutting straight to the chase, I found him. I found Alexis. Well, Quackity is what he calls himself now.
I don’t want to use up all the ink, so I’ll try and keep this short.
Quackity’s great. He’s really nice, but also very… he can be a lot. Some guy insulted me and Quackity blew up his house. I also watched him catch and eat a raw fish with his bare hands. It was disgusting.
He has long black hair like Mum, and yellow wings that look almost like gold. He has these scars over his hands and face, but Quackity told me the people who gave him those scars are dead now.
He works as a teacher in his small town, and though he complains about his job he seems to really like it.
There’s so much I want to say, but not enough ink.
Please, come over. Help me convince him to come back home. The small town he lives in is called quesadilla island - ps it’s not an island.
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I’m sorry for darting off in the middle of the night. I know I’ve been gone for a really long time - oh this is Tom speaking by the way - but I did it.
I found Alexis. Or Quackity, as he now goes by.
I stayed with him a few days before I decided to write this letter to you guy’s. I’m sorry for not writing back sooner, but I got a bit carried away with shit. Then it just slipped my mind.
But Quackity’s great! He’s funny and kind. He doesn’t know much about his instincts, hell he didn’t even know how to fly. I taught him though, he took to it really quickly.
There’s so much I wanna say about him, and his life. But you know I think it would better if you guys came here. And also helped me try and convince him to come home with us - I brought it up once but Quackity shut the convo down pretty quickly.
He lives in this small town called Quesadilla island. It isn’t an island, by the way.
He also said he wanted to write something in the letter himself! He doesn’t want me seeing what he’ll write so you’ll all know before me.
-The Best, Tommy
Hi this is Quackity - come get your gremlin. He called me feral, well he is worse. Motherfucker ate a whole pan of cookies on his own! The whole god damn pan. They weren’t even that good, I’m a shit cook. Also he broke my front door. Please come retrieve him, my address is [_]
-Someone way cooler than Tom will ever be