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Quackity had always craved power. It was something he sought after, time and time again. When he first joined L’manberg, he saw the power divide first hand. How some people had it, and others bowed down to it with no questions asked.
Quackity climbed his way into power. He fought tooth and nail to hold his place at the top. He didn’t let people get in his way. If they had tried to, they almost always ended up working in Quackity’s favor, or with an arrow in the chest.
But, now, Quackity lay trembling on the floor of some man made cave. Dark red sticky liquid staining his blue tracksuit as he brought his shaky hands to feel his face. His rough fingers met soft, wet, ripped flesh. Quackity shuddered.
This was all because he let Technoblade get away. If he had just stood his ground a little bit more, had just been a little bit stronger, it could have been Technoblade bleeding out in the dirt instead of him.
Quackity’s pulse was beating out of his chest. He needed to get up. He just needed to get up, and get back to L’manberg, and patch his face up. Then he’d be okay. Quackity just needed to get up. Get up.
He was starting to panic. He couldn’t see anything out of his left eye. Maybe it was just the blood. Maybe he could wash it out.
But it hurt like hell.
No pain Quackity had ever felt before felt anything like this. What was supposed to happen? Did he just have to wait here until he eventually bled out?
No, QuackityHQ doesn’t lose lives.
He managed to make it this long with all three so there was no way he was losing it now.
Quackity thought back to what had happened, what must have been, 10 minutes ago or so. Arguing with Techno before bringing out weapons. The pickaxe slicing his bottom lip before the sharp point caught underneath the top and ripped through the rest of his face.
Quackity slowly turned from his side to his back. Immediately, he began to choke on his own blood. Quickly, he turned back onto his side.
Damn, he thought, it screwed up my teeth too.
The pain was excruciating. The pickaxe must have cut through his eye as well. He could feel something sludging out of the socket. His own eyeball practically sliding out of his head.
How much longer?
How much longer till Death came and drained his first heart of life like sucking sap from a tree.
This was one step closer to the end. Two more and he was gone.
Quackity thought of his Fiances. Karl and Sapnap patiently waiting for him in El Rapids. His dinner was probably getting cold. Quackity said he’d be home after he ‘took care of a few things’.
Quackity thought of the cabinet. Tubbo, Fundy, and Ranboo probably wondering where he had run off to. Where Techno had gone.
They were probably cleaning up the mess from Punz.
Why was Punz even there?
Quackity’s mind was racing. Worrying about too many things.
Then it hit him.
It was that green bastard.
It was always that green bastard.
He needed to get back to L’manberg. To help the cabinet. To see his fiances. To stop Dream and Techno.
Quackity put his hand on the ground in an attempt to push himself up, but only slipped on the blood. He landed back down with a thump, a sharp pain cutting through him. At this point, he had lost all feeling in the arm he was leaning on.
God, why was he so weak?
Blood was pooling from his face and mouth. A clumpy greyish liquid leaking from his eye socket. Everything hurt. An overwhelming sense of dread hit him. Quackity didn’t have much time left. He could feel his own heartbeat fading from blood loss. There had to be something he could do.
At this point, his entire mouth was filled with warm thick blood. Even though he had his mouth open so it could all spill out, more just kept coming. He knew the gash along his cheek was also bleeding consistently.
Maybe if he screamed he could get help before it was too late.
“Hel-nngh-”, instead of the words forming, blood just leaked down his airpipe. Coughing and gasping for air, Quackity curled in on himself, laying in a puddle of his own blood. There was nothing left that he could do.
He was powerless.
Completely powerless.
As his remaining eyesight began to fade, Quackity could see a figure dressed in all black appear at the mouth of the cave. A beautiful woman covered in dark drapes stepped closer towards the trembling boy, and for a small second, Quackity felt calm.
The women smiled down at him, a light in the darkness that had come to rip his heart out. A sight he would soon forget.
Then, all of reality came rushing in as Quackity gasped for air and sat up in his bed. His entire bed was soaked in sweat. As he looked up, three green digital hearts appeared in the air in front of him. One slowly drained of green, and the other two faded into yellow before glitching out of sight.