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Quackity never hoped for a second chance, however, he would be lying if he said that under the light of the moon, standing on the balcony and finishing a cigarette, he did not dream about how to return to the past and avoid all his mistakes made in his youth under the yoke of teenage maximalism.Honestly?He had a lot of them, he committed so much shit that he was ashamed of himself now.Most likely, he committed even more crimes than the same Tommy, who was an eternal plug in any situation he got into.
Prostitution, drug trafficking, seduction of minors when you are one yourself...He wanted to put all this out of his head and forget it like a terrible dream, but with each attempt, the memories intensified their pressure on his head.
On the tongue, after each attack of nastolgia , half with a brittle, there was a taste of bile mixed with cold , slightly thick blood that reminded him of Schlatt's heart , which he had significantly gnawed at his funeral .honestly?The abomination real, the organ is rotten, like its owner himself.
Schlatt...he was one of the main mistakes made by Quackity.Because of him, he abandoned his loving bride, running away to another crown with a wide smile on his lips and bloody palms, betrayed the trust of people loyal to him, exchanging them for a false sense of power, which a hybrid of a ram gave him, and ... lost his beautiful wings, in place of which now, on his back, deep scars, left by the sloppy amputation that Schlatt performed on his own when ,he did or said something wrong.Honestly, Quackity didn't remember what exactly served as the starting point for this torture.
His second big mistake was Charlie.He trusted his naivety, took him under his wing, making him a part of his nation, entrusting his heart directly into his hands and, in a direct sense, his pieced-together soul, which shattered again after the death of the slug, and after the betrayal committed by him in the company of Dream and Purpled, the child before whom he really once wanted apologize for blowing up UFOs...
With a slight shudder, Quackity rolled his palms onto the elaborately carved railing.The gaze was directed downwards, to one point.The skin on his hands burned incredibly and if he didn't know that he was healthy, he would have thought it was a rash.The soul was disgusting, the hybrid bird had a bad feeling and it was reinforced by the messages that came to his communicator a few minutes ago.He had a bad connection and most likely they came with a fairly long time interval.
'Dream' was pierced through by 'Tubbo'
and almost immediately it was sent.
'Dream' joined the game.
For some reason, this did not cause any wild panic or fear.Apparently, Quackity on a subconscious level felt that the threat would not be to him, but to the one who caused the death of the administrator.Knowing Tubbo and the fact that he would not climb there alone and without any reason, it can be understood that he was forced, or he himself agreed to this adventure.And he could only agree with one person...namely with Tommy.
Taking a deep breath, the black-haired man moved away from the crossbar, turning his back to her and slowly heading towards the exit from the balcony.He limped noticeably, holding on to his own side with his hand.After falling from the tower, it was difficult for him to move independently, no, he could quite handle small distances, but he needed crutches for a longer distance.
After going into the office, the head of las Nevadas closed the door to the balcony behind him and sank into a chair.His gaze was glued to the two rings lying on his desk.His lips involuntarily stretched into a faint smile.
Quackity appreciated the moments he shared with Sapnap and Karl, he did not consider them mistakes.They were an outlet in his life, gave him moments of calm and really gave him the opportunity to heal from the memories associated with Schlatt.They were nice and he had no place in their relationship with his tortured mind.Probably because of the realization of this, he let them go so easily when Karl called him a murderer because of memory problems.
Wrapping himself more comfortably in his own jacket, he closed his eyes.Now he just wanted to rest and the silence standing in Las Nevadas contributed to this.otherwise, he would have really strained, because in this place it is never quiet, but on the other...what's wrong?..
Who knew that this day would be the last for the entire SMP?