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Las Nevadas is a capital of money it's known for many things, from it's daytime business to it's nighttime business for the underground.
In the main plaza there are many businesses, but if you go down a path to the subway station and down a tunnel you will find yourself in the underground city. But the fastest way to get there may also be a local stripclub. “The pond”
The pond was an exclusive invitation only club, you may pay an expensive ticket to get in, or become filthy rich, well known or powerful enough to be let in. The pond has exclusive dancers and entertainers to fulfill everyone one's desires and fantasies.
Quackity was one of the top entertainers, he had been with The Pond for over four years, illegally obtaining the job but well he needed the money, what else was there to do. No one else needed to know that though, through those years of service he made a name for himself not only for his beauty on and off stage but for his charisma.
He's gotten many fans, multiple gifts and offers of marriage promising a life filled with riches and wonders, all saying he wouldn't need to work anymore as long as he married them, yet Quackity denied all the offers, saying he didn't need anything else to be happy.
There were many attempts from these crazed fans to kidnap him so the “head mom” for all dancers housed him in the club alongside other dancers. Even with the safety given and promised to him he denied it all and lived elsewhere.
There was little known about Quackity; he was great at keeping his personal life underwraps, a thing all employees were asked and trained to do but Quackity kept his life a secret that no one at the club knew much about him.
“Hey kid you can’t be here”
A drunk man walked over to a toddler, a child no bigger than the age of four, holding a bee plush with a backpack strapped on, a blanket draped over his shoulders covering the backpack as well.
“I'm looking for Puffy?”
Before the clearly intoxicated man had the chance to reach down and grab the boy who took a few steps back a security guard walked over and pushed the man away. “Fuck off man, that's a kid, go sober up”
“Who are you here for kid”
“Puffy”
“Come on” the security officer let out a tired sigh he began walking towards the club doors when the boy rushed to his side and reached for his hand the officer looked down at the clearly nervous kid gripping the bee even harder. He wasn't paid enough for this. “Want to hold my hand?” he asked.
The boy only nodded and raised his hand once more and this time the guard held his tiny hand, tiny fingers wrapped around his thumb.
The club was always lively in the evenings, music blasting in the background at nearly full volume through speakers out in the open or hidden in the walls, lights everywhere some dim others high as possible(mainly on the dancers.)young men and women alike dressed in provocative clothing walking around the aisle serving drinks and having fun accompanying those who paid enough for their attention.
Bartenders behind the counter chatting and serving drinks, some dressed in provocative clothes to earn a few extra tips, others not, but still earned some good tips.
Puffy was incharge of the pond, she took care of the establishment and took pride that it was not rundown nor a zoo, it was controlled and calm, everyone knew the rules and even the smaller hint of going against those would end in a permanent ban from the place of jail, she took care of her workers and prioritized their safety, they were all her ducklings.
So when a child was brought up to her office she was shocked, because apparently it was the child of one of her workers, she began beating herself up mentally because how did this go unnoticed? All workers were to take pregnancy tests after sexual activities with clients, even the males since a few had genetics to bare children.
The boy was as calm as could be once he was shut away from the loud noises, he just sat in a corner sofa, in his pajamas, wrapped in his blanket and playing with his bee and a book he asked to look at. The only book really with pictures, a world travel book.
“Kid, who's your mom? Or dad” Puffy raised her head from her hands, the boy had brunet hair and dark eyes.
“Im Tubbo”
“Tubbo okay, sorry”
“i's okay”
“Who's your mom? How old are you? Where is your mom?”
“I'm four!” He smiled, raising his hand and putting up four fingers “my mom…said..to look Puffy!” He then pointed at her.
“Where are they Tubbo?”
“I dunno…” He pouted “mum say, find Puffy if…if…if something bad”
“What bad thing happened little one” Puffy had walked over to Tubbo and sat next to him. “Lily is sleep, no wake”
“What's your moms name Tubbo, maybe I know them and can call them to come get you, maybe your dad”
“No dad, my mum is Alex” he showed a wide smile and hugged his bee rocking it side to side.
Puffy froze and processed the information. Alex or-Quackity had a child, who was four years old, the same amount of time Quackity had been working under her care. How Quackity had managed to keep such a big, or little secret hidden so long was surprising.
Quackity kept his life a secret that no one at the club knew much about him
Or that's how it was until his biggest secret walked in to show himself.