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This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Dream breaking out of prison was a part of his plan. Neither was Purpled betraying him, but he expected it. Slime dying wasn’t a part of his plan either, he planned on letting Slime take over Las Nevadas if anything happened to him.

But he’s laying on the ground of Las Nevadas with Dream’s sword inches away from his neck. It’s clear that Quackity isn’t making out of this alive, Dream’s taunting him, as revenge for all those months Quackity tortured him.

“Guess what, Quackity? I’ll kill you then I’ll revive you! I’ll kill you then I’ll revive you, until I’m satisfied! Wouldn’t that be great, Quackity? Then I’ll go after Tommy, the person you always protect, yeah?” 

He can hear the glee in Dream’s voice, at the mention of Tommy, Quackity spits on Dream’s mask. He gives the asshole one of his best smiles, with his golden teeth on display. 

When the sword goes through his neck it hurts like shit. Quackity expects to be in a train station or anything familiar that tells him that he’s dead before seeing that asshat’s face again. He did not expect to be standing in front of a person that looks oddly like that Dream bastard, but they look disfigured. 

They wear a mask like Dream but instead of a smiley face on their mask, the letter D is carved on it. Quackity can see multiple eyes on the two diagonal halos on their head. And the godly like wings behind them too.

“Holy shit, I didn’t know going to hell would get me this high.” Quackity grumbles, the figure stands there expectantly. “… Dream, what’s with the costume. You don’t need to dress fancy to torture me.” 

“Of course it’s my descendant who tried to revive an immortal.” The creature finally speaks, startling Quackity, their voice is nothing alike to the Dream bastard. And immortal? 

“What.” They tilt their floating —where the FUCK is their neck?!— head. “You’re an immortal, don’t tell me you’re oblivious to that fact?” 

“Nah, I’m pretty sure I experienced death before. There’s no way I’m an immortal, I don’t care whatever drugs you’re high on but don’t spout some bullshit in my face.” Quackity growls at the person, creature, or anything.

“And I’m also sure that you’ve died more than three times already. You were shot at the festival, blown up by Wilbur Soot, killed by The Blood God himself, and died in my descendant’s hands.” They speak casually, Quackity is still processing how the hell this person knows so much about him.

“And who are you?”

“I’m DreamXD, my descendant tried to revive you but because you are an immortal he is technically reviving an alive being, which is breaking the laws us gods had planted for you insects.” Quackity’s eye twitches at being addressed so low, he almost scoffs, sure, hybrids exist but gods? You’ll have to kill him again to convince him.

“It is my role to grant you one wish as an apology gift for my silly descendant’s mistake. What is it that you wish for?” Wish? Quackity looks at them again, he was going to tell them to fuck off but considering that Dream revived Wilbur and Tommy before, granting wishes do seem possible. 

What is it that he wants?

Slime to come back to him? But Slime is with him. Just not himself. But if he does come back, Purpled will kill him again. 

Kill Dream? And then what? Quackity is pretty sure the man has someone to revive him if he does die. That would be wasting Quackity’s wish. Same goes for Technoblade.

What is it that Quackity really wants? Love? He tried loving Eret but that failed, Schlatt was a mistake. Karl hates him, Sapnap will just stay with Karl no matter what. Wilbur? The man was crazy. It’s already obvious that he has no luck in love, so why bother?

Tommy… Tubbo… Ranboo… Fundy… Purpled… Quackity wants to protect them, even Purpled, if he didn’t blow up his UFO then maybe the kid wouldn’t kill Slime. Tommy deserves a better life, one with no wars. Tubbo deserves better, a better parent, and Quackity wasn’t there for him when he left to build Las Nevadas. Ranboo was used when he was in the DreamSMP, all he wanted was peace. Fundy was neglected by everyone, even Wilbur forgot about him, it hurts Quackity to remember the fact that Fundy cried when Quackity gave him a purpose in life, a life with Quackity where he won’t be alone.

He glares at the ‘god’ when they smack one of their floating arms —Where the hell are their JOINTS?!— on Quackity’s head to snap him out of his thoughts. Maybe if Quackity didn’t go against Wilbur at the election then maybe everything would be alright? Maybe then he’d be able to save Wilbur from going insane.

“… I’d like to go back before everything started.”

“Before the existence of the world? Are you sure?”

“W-Wait— No, before Dream—“

“Before the DreamSMP was formed? I can do that.”

“WAIT N—“

❝ I hate Dream and his ancestors, so much. ❞

➤ Quackity

Quackity wakes up again in a cave. He looks at himself and sees that he’s still in his work uniform, his beanie is missing, his long hair falling off his shoulders and Quackity grumbles. He scratches the back of his head in annoyance.

When his hand touches the back of his neck, he realizes there’s something carved into his skin. Tracing the lines, he realizes it spells ‘XD’. The bastard marked him, he wonders if this happens to whoever makes a wish to that guy.

Looking at the cave again, he noted that there’s a clear pond inside with flowers surrounding it. There’s vines on the walls and it makes the place look nice at least. Walking out of the cave, he sees that the cave is a part of a hill in the middle of the forest, there’s a river in front of the mouth of the cave.

He sighs, he’ll just have to make this his new home. He’ll be fine, sure he misses everyone, especially Tubbo and Tommy. But he can move on without them.

… Stage one, denial.

Quackity finds a village nearby, everyone is human. He grumbles, how far back did that bastard send me? Thankfully, he killed a cow nearby and made himself a cloak to cover his golden wings and pulled the hood over his head.

He decides to rob from some drunk idiots on his way, checking the gold ingots in his hands, Quackity smirks as he approaches the clothing shop. 

“Welcome fellow customer, how can I help you?” A woman with blonde hair greets him, she barely contains her gasp when she can see his scar but Quackity ignores it. “M'man, do you have anything that can fit me for my… travels?” He asks nervously.

The woman nods “Niki, can you come out here to watch over the shop for me a bit?” Quackity freezes as she shouts. Niki? Surely not—

“Yes mom, I’m coming.” Out from behind the counter, a girl with dirty blonde hair comes out wearing a black long sleeve shirt underneath her white shirt sleeve one, blue overalls and black boots. Her hazel colored eyes look at him, a soft smile breaks onto her face. 

“Hi! You must be new here! I’m Nihachu, but you can call me Niki.” Quackity almost bursts into tears at the girl, she looks younger and more… alive. Her hair isn’t pink and her eyes aren’t dull and full of hatred. 

“Umm… Is there something wrong with my face?” Niki asks nervously, gesturing towards herself. Quackity shakes his head “Nah, you just remind me of someone I used to know.” He chuckles as she sighs in relief. 

“Ah, you’re a traveler then? What’s your name?” 

“It’s… Quackity.” Niki tests out his name on her tongue and smiles, she starts to ask him questions about himself while her mom is gone. About his family, reasons for traveling, hobbies, favorite color, ect. 

“So you’re here for clothes right?” He nods, he already told her that he has no fashion sense at all, his old Niki or Puffy would help him with his clothing. She thinks for a bit before running off to get him something.

She comes back with a blue tracksuit, he sucks in a breath as the familiar clothing. “You told me that you used to wear blue before so I think it’s best for you to wear this!” Niki says with a smile, her mother comes out with the necessary clothings for him. He changes into the tracksuit and pays for all of them with his —stolen— ingots.

He exits the shop and walks to a blacksmith and buys himself an iron axe, then he walks to the food stall. He buys himself some bread with his extra ingots, he’s an immortal so he’ll live off bread easily. Quackity almost trips when a person runs past him, he curses but thankfully his bread in hand is safe. 

Quackity screams bloody murder the moment multiple guys run past and knock him over. He screams for them to stop and pay for his wasted bread but they ignore him, one even looks back at him disgustedly. No way in hell he’ll let those fuckers run away. 

Quackity runs after them, and finds them cornering a person younger than him by a few years… The kid looks around Tommy’s age and Quackity’s blood boils when he sees them trying to rob the kid. He walks in casually and the robbers stop to spare him a glance.

“What are you doing here newbie, do you want to get your ass kicked?” One guy sneers.

“Oh, you look like you have some gold on you, mind handing them over?” A guy laughs.

Quackity stares at them boredly, he faced Dream and Technoblade before. There’s nothing scarier than those fuckers. One lunges at him with a dagger and he almost laughs at how dull the weapon is. Quackity kicks them in the stomach and slices his head off, the other screams at blood coming out. 

“Pathetic.” Quackity sneers when one tries to stab him, he kills him too. They all have three lives, and it’s obvious none of them had experienced death before, losing one life wouldn’t be that bad. 

After killing at least five of them, the rest ran. Quackity scoffs at the blood staining on his newly bought tracksuit as he crouches down to grab the fallen golden ingots. He stops abruptly when he sees the kid they were trying to rob. 

It wasn’t Tommy for sure, but it was still a kid. The boy has blonde hair and green eyes, freckles dusting his cheeks. He has tears staining his face and there’s blood on his face, but not his so Quackity doesn’t have to worry. Quackity looks at the kid’s green hoodie that has blood on it too, Quackity sighs as he grabs a couple of ingots for the kid before heading out.

“W-Wait! What are you?!” The boy screams at him, Quackity sighs, his voice is irritatingly familiar. He looks at the teen before realizing his hood was off and his wings are full on display from underneath his cloak. 

“Ah… Kid, tell me what’s your name?” He asks, his voice threatening. The boy gulps.

“C-Clay…” Quackity raises a brow at him, the boy looks about the current Niki’s age but a bit older. His name is strange, he probably heard it before but doesn’t remember.

“You never saw me, okay?” Quackity smirks and puts a finger in front of his lips, watching the boy nod furiously before heading off back to his cave.

Quackity looks over the place again, he made the cave his base. There’s a bed with a black blanket over it, multiple chests next to it, and empty bookshelves. He regrets not accepting Sam’s offer to teach him Redstone and mechanics.

Quackity goes to his small campfire because it is cold as fuck during the night, and a furnace needs materials to work. He places his old clothes in one of his chests and quickly unzips his tracksuit, leaving him in his black shirt and blue pants. 

Quackity touches the ends of his long hair before sighing, he really wishes he had his beanie with him and he forgot to tell Niki to give him a beanie. He can’t really come back to that village, someone will definitely notice the blood in that alleyway or the little shrimp will report the scene to his parents.

He chuckles at the image of the fragile boy, he reminds him of Tommy. He wonders how his kids are doing, he hopes that Tommy escaped from that psychopath. Tubbo and Ranboo are probably at home with Michael. He hopes Fundy is taking care of Las Nevadas in his absence. He can see Purpled leaving everything behind to carry on and rebuild his legacy.

Quackity shudders at the thought of how they all are living without him. He shakes the thoughts out of his head and goes to sleep.

The next day, Quackity wakes up to build himself a farm right outside of his base. He’s lucky that he has a river near him. Planting wheat and some carrots he stole from one of the shops, Quackity relaxes a bit thinking on what to do next. 

His eyes automatically shift towards a brown baby ram nearby, the small creature’s horns are curved and one of its eyes is blind. Quackity resists the urge to kidnap the ram because he isn’t adopting an animal because it looks like one of his kids…

He ends up kidnapping the ram to his base anyways. Quackity feeds the ram and it makes a sound as if thanking him, he smiles to himself. He quickly heads off to another village, leaving the ram behind. He expects the creature to leave him when he returns.

Surprisingly, Quackity sees the ram on his bed, sleeping. It greets him when he steps into the cave like a tamed wolf. Quackity sighs and pets the ram before dropping his findings into his chests.

He goes out to check his garden and grabs the grown wheat and feeds his new roommate. It lets out a happy noise and noms on the wheat. Quackity nearly laughs at the familiarities between the ram and his son.

For the next few days, the ram stays on his bed so much until he makes it a mini-bed to sleep on. On multiple occasions, he sleeps on the ram’s bed while it sleeps on his . His base is starting to look like a base, he fills his empty shelves with potions and books, chests are filled with items from stolen gold to clothings and finally food.

Quackity groans when he sees a rabbit trying to steal his carrots, he picks the creature up by the scruff of its neck and nearly drops the rabbit when he sees it. One side of it was black while the other was white, it’s mismatched colored eyes wasn’t helping him at all, the left eye was red while the right one —thankfully wasn’t green— was black. It didn’t stop him from comparing the rabbit to Ranboo. 

He brings the small rabbit inside his cave, preferably to eat it but stops when the little fucker jumps out of his grasp and comes over to his roommate.

It hides inside the ram’s fluffy wool, Quackity swears that XD is torturing him at the moment. “Wait till I drop a zombie piglin in with you two…” He grumbles before accepting his fate, giving the rabbit his carrots. 

He nearly growls when the rabbit doesn’t leave his place and insists on staying with his ram —yes, he will not name them. In any circumstances.— on his bed. Before leaving to go on his journey, Quackity makes sure to leave out some wheat and carrots for his two roommates… More like unwanted intruders.

It doesn’t get any better when a fox follows him home. Quackity glares at the animal before glancing at the berries in his hand. He sighs before throwing the berries to the fox, but halts when the fox keeps following him. When they are near his base, it zooms inside. 

“SHIT.” Quackity swears when he realizes the Ranboo-look-alike is inside, but stops when he sees the fox eating the leftover carrots and jumping inside his chest that contains berries. 

“Of course, OF COURSE THE FOX IS A VEGAN.” Quackity screams into his hands and drops onto the floor, he stays there. Slowly, the three intruders in his home lay next to him, the ram is suffocating him with it’s wool, the two colored fur creature is on his chest while the sneaky little s-… fox is wrapping its tail around his head.

Quackity accepts his torturous fate at this point. 

For at least two years, his living conditions improved. His base expands from the inside with a bigger pond, there’s flowers and mushrooms everywhere to remind him of Niki and George. He uses a furnace instead of a campfire because of his roommates which thankfully didn’t increase by numbers. 

Quackity keeps his farm outside while he also has an underground farm, similar to Tommy’s which is also his storage room. He has a creeper head down there to remind him of Sam. Quackity plans on finding a totem of undying just to never use it because he would keep it because it looks like Foolish. He also traps a slime too.

The ram, rabbit, and fox didn’t leave his cave at all. He sighs but he will admit that he’s getting attached to the little creatures. He also tamed a wolf and put a purple collar on it for no particular reason at all.

Looking from outside the cave, it looks like an ordinary one. Inside it though, it looks like something that Karl would make, similar to Kinoko Kingdom’s aesthetic. He scoffs, despite how angry he is at Karl, he will say that he has some good senses when it comes to decorating.

What Quackity wasn’t expecting is a kid to fall into the river outside his cave. 

“AH- FUCK!” 

The scream comes from outside the cave and his three roommates hide behind him. Quackity slowly makes his way outside just to see a little kid with red wings in the river. ‘He must’ve fallen in.’ Quackity thought with a shrug.

When the boy turns around to face him, Quackity falters in his steps. He has blonde hair and the same shade of blue eyes, a white bandage across his nose and he looks young. He can feel himself start to tear up at the familiar red and white t-shirt the boy wears with his khaki shorts all wet from him falling into the river. 

“Holy SHIT. YOU’RE A CAVEMAN!” Yeah this is his Tommy.

Seeing Tommy so young and alive is… weird. He still has some of his baby fat on his body and not muscles from all the war he has to go through. If he’s correct, Tommy is around thirteen years old considering how young he looks.

Quacktiy gives him an unimpressed look before reaching out for his axe as an attempt to scare him away. “WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, YOU CAN UNDERSTAND ME, GENTLEMEN PLEASE I AM SORRY—“ 

Tommy waves his hands in the air before falling on his butt into the river again. Quackity stifles a laugh and Tommy gets offended by it judging how his wings ruffle slightly. “DON’T LAUGH AT ME, YOU WEIRD LOOKING FELLOW.”

Quackity raises an eyebrow and opens his golden wings wider, gesturing to Tommy’s small red pair. Tommy squawk before standing up again, “Your wings are cool man, I get it. They’re big but not as big as my dad’s.” Tommy says proudly and Quackity scoffs, Philza is older than him, so he’s not surprised… Wait, isn’t Quackity technically older than him in this timeline? Fuck.

“Yo big man, do you live there? Are you homeless?” Quackity scowls at him, his wings ruffles offendedly. Finally, he gestures Tommy to follow him inside, the kid declines him before looking down at himself, he needs to change.

“Holy SHIT.” Tommy squawks when he sees that he does indeed live in the cave, it looks nice though, he’d be lying if he said otherwise. Tommy looks at Quacktiy’s three companions on his bed eyeing him suspiciously, he proceeds to look through his chests which Quackity almost hit him for. But it’s such a Tommy thing to do, he smiles at the gremlin looking around his base.

“Why do you have three weird looking animals on your bed?” Quackity chooses not to reply to Tommy or to any of his questions, he’s afraid that his voice might crack at the sight of Tommy acting like an actual child like he’s supposed to in his time.

“Hey man, can you talk?” Tommy asks him and Quackity shrugs, it’s fun to mess with a kid… He immediately scowls at the memory of Dream messing with Tommy’s life. Quackity walks over to one of his shelves and pulls a lever in between the books he stole from. 

A trapdoor that blends in with the ground opens and he climbs down the ladder, Tommy follows him downstairs and immediately runs around like a caged animal being set free for the first time. Quackity ignores him and grabs a simple white shirt and black pants for Tommy,  he also grabs a towel for the kid and throws them all at Tommy.

Tommy squawks before grabbing the clothes, and Quackity gestures to an empty room that was supposed to be his roommates’ before climbing up the ladder. He sits with Fundy Jr, Tubbo Jr, Ranboo Jr, and Purple even if he doesn't call them that. The fox watches Tommy suspiciously when he climbs up with changed clothes except he still has his signature shirt on.

“Hey big man, thanks for helping me, but your shirt was really ugly.” Quackity scowls at him before Tommy gives him a questioning look. “So, big man, can you talk?” Quackity nods again and Tommy immediately drops a bunch of questions on him. Quackity, being stubborn, answers none of them. 

“C’mon, can you at least tell me your name?” Tommy whines before challenging him into a staring contest, Quackity for the first time in his life thanks Techno for blinding his left eye, making him godly at staring contests. Technically he’s cheating but Tommy doesn’t need to know that.

“ALRIGHT! You don’t have to tell me, I’ll just call you… Big man? Wait no, I call everyone that. How about Big D for Duck—-“ Tommy squawks when one of Quackity’s wings hits him.

“How about Big G? For goose? Are you a goose— WAIT GET THAT THING AWAY.” Tommy dodges when Quackity holds a growling Purple towards to bite Tommy. Quackity is offended, how dare he compare him to a GOOSE?

“Chill out man! You’re like a goose quacking nonstop, can I call you Big Q then?” Quackity gapes at how Tommy can say that goose quacks? But he nods at the familiar nickname. 

“Alright so Big Q, did you build this place?” Quackity nods, he still remembers struggling trying to make the place look nice without being too fancy for a regular cave. Tommy makes a ‘woah’ sound and he smirks at the amazement in the kid’s eyes.

“Do you live alone? Are you a caveman?” A nod and a shake, Quackity’s wings twitch at being compared to a caveman. “Woah, are you rich?” Quackity considers his question for a moment, he’s rich in currency like gold, iron, and diamonds but not in terms of rare materials like netherite. He shrugs at the kid.

“How old are you? I’m fourteen, nearing fifteen.” Fifteen? So the DreamSMP is close to being formed. Quackity draws the number nineteen on the dirt in front of them, he knows he looks exactly nothing like a nineteen years old but he’s immortal so who the hell cares. 

“Huh, you’re younger than my brothers.” Quackity shrugs, he knows Wilbur is older than him, that was entirely the main reason why they hooked up, his old Tommy had pointed out his problems for men older than him like that one time he tried to sleep with Tommy’s dad or Sapnap’s dad. 

Speaking of dad, he wonders if Sam is doing alright. The creeper did lie to Quackity and he still feels bitter about it. But Sam is his dad, even if they’re not blood related, he’s still Quackity’s family like George, heck, Sam would spoil Quackity a lot even going as far as trying to adopt Tommy when Quackity said he wants the kid as his brother.

“Yo, Big Q, did you get that scar on your face and neck from dying?” Automatically, he reaches up to his neck, there is indeed a scar there. He sighs, Tommy might be a kid but he’s observant, extremely observant that is. Quackity nods.

“My dad told me that everyone has three lives, if you lose a life you’ll respawn unless you’re on your third one. And for your two deaths, you’ll respawn with scars relating to your deaths, right?” He knows Tommy is asking for confirmation, he’s still a kid. Tommy had told him about his first death and how he reacted to it, it was brutal seeing the scar from the attack left on his body, a cruel reminder that he’ll die for real someday. Again he nods.

“You’re on your last life then? Who the fuck would do that to you?” Quackity bites back an answer, telling him Techno killed him would just make the kid run away from him, he doesn’t want that. Quackity shrugs. 

“What happened to your wings, Big Q? They look like shit.” They do in fact look like shit. His feathers are all choppy, while his right wing is bandaged very uncomfortably from his luck being near Wilbur when the explosion happened and a rock fell on top of it. Quackity couldn’t fly anyways because of Schlatt before the doom of Manberg but he still makes it look like he can.

Tommy rambles on for hours, and Quackity listens. It’s surprising how long the kid can hold a one way conversation with only himself talking, but he is Tommy. Quackity winces when he remembers visiting in exile, how the kid would talk to himself when Dream wasn’t around and how depressing he looked. He’ll protect Tommy, Tommy and his kids were the main reason why he tortures Dream besides the revival book. 

“Hey Big Q, why does your dog hate me?”

“…”

“There’s no difference between a tamed wolf and a dog, Big Q. Surely you know that—- HEY HEY WAIT!”

“…”

“Big Q, you know what? I should start visiting you more, you’re mute and you don’t complain unlike my brothers— WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO? I THOUGHT I’M YOUR FRIEND? BESIDES YOU’RE POG UNLIKE YOUR PETS—- HEY DON’T BITE ME YOU, PURPLE BITCH—“

“TOMMY!” 

Tommy spins around to face the mouth of the cave while Quackity stiffens at the shout. He will always recognize that voice even if he doesn't want to. “Oh! Wilbur! Hey Big Q, let me introduce you to— Big Q?” Tommy looks around to find himself alone, not even Quackity’s pets are here.

He’s about to go down and look but Wilbur shouts his name again, this time, his brother is at the mouth of the cave looking worried. “Tommy! There you are, why weren’t you coming home? Dad is worried sick.” Wilbur goes over to grab Tommy’s hand and drags him out the cave, Tommy looks back to search for his friend but sees no one. As if he imagined the whole interaction between them.

“Tommy, you know it’s not safe to enter a cave, right?”

“B-But there was someone there! Big Q was there!”

“Are you having a fever? Let’s get back home.”

Once both of the brothers left, Quackity climbs back upstairs, he doesn’t want Wilbur of all people to see him or know of his existence at all. He sighs before looking outside the cave, it’s turning nighttime, no wonder Wilbur came looking for Tommy. 

He scratches the mark on the back of his neck and sighs, he wonders how Wilbur is doing, not being insane or dead or anything in between, maybe he’s nice? Yeah as if. 

❝Phil, I am not insane, there was a caveman inside and his dog wants me dead.❞

➤Tommyinnit

“HEY BIG Q! ARE YOU STILL THERE!” Tommy shouts from outside the cave, very aware of the dog that wants to bite him. 

Tommy tip toe inside the cave, avoiding Purple at all costs. He jumps onto the bed the moment the dog gets up to bite him, landing next to the ram and rabbit on Quackity’s bed. 

“HA, SUCK IT YOU BITCH!”

Tommy shouts at the growling dog before it’s ears perk up and run outside. A minute later it comes back with Quackity holding a chicken in hand and his fox next to him.

“BIG Q!” Tommy waves from said person’s bed, Quackity grumbles before putting the chicken down, it immediately runs around his base. Tommy squawks when it lands on the bed next to him. 

“Is that a bandana, why would you give that to a fucking chicken? WAI- HEY DON’T PECK ME YOU MOTHERFUC—“ Tommy falls off the bed when the chicken starts to bite and peck him. Quackity didn’t run around chasing that chicken for thirty minutes because it looks like Tommy, ‘course he didn’t.

Well, he is a liar. 

“I swear, every single one of your animals hates me, the rabbit and ram are cool.” Quackity shrugs before taking an apple out of his chest and throws it at Tommy, the kid didn’t have reflex like he used to after wars, got hit by the apple. 

“H-HEY! I gotta run away from my brothers to meet you and you’re being all bitchy, the fuck man.” Quackity pinches the bridge of his nose and glares at the gremlin in his base. 

It takes everything for him to not tell Tommy about the dangers of being near strangers, he sighs and goes to cook some food.

Tommy, who doesn’t need another party to start a conversation, begins to ramble. His topic switches from his family to his friends and sometimes about random shit that Quackity already knows like Wilbur fucking a fridge or how Tommy’s mom is a fridge despite his dad telling him she isn’t. 

“Oh yeah, you should meet Tubbo! He’s really pog, and very clingy, Wilbur’s son too. I wonder if he’ll be able to understand your pet fox.” Quackity really doubts that he can.

“Tommy?” Quackity was about to hide again but it’s too late for that. Unfortunately for him, Technoblade was standing outside his cave. Instinctively, he takes out his axe and points at the piglin who takes out his sword in return. 

“WAIT GENTLEMEN, CALM DOWN! Hey Tech! Big Q, that’s one of my brothers, Phil took him when I was five! Tech, this is Big Q, the caveman I told you about!” Both parties drop their weapons, Quackity glaring daggers at the pinkette in front of him.

“… Tommy, Phil told you to come home.” Technoblade says, his voice is still deep as ever but doesn’t hold the same effect it has on Quackity, fear, everytime he hears that voice, he feels fear. 

Technoblade doesn’t have his cape or crown around his head, he still wears his white poet shirt and high waist pants with brown boots. His pink hair braided neatly, his ears drooped downwards, he didn't have the skull he used as a mask, revealing his blood red eyes with freckles dusting his cheeks. 

“Alright Big T! Let me go get my things, god daMMIT BIG Q STOP YOU DOG!”

Quackity ignores him and walks over to stand next to Technoblade, his golden wings dragging across the ground, his eyes meeting Techno’s without breaking eye contact. 

“… Tommy told me you’re mute.”

“…”

“If you ever hurt Tommy, even just plucking a feather on his wings, I will kill you.” 

“If you ever hurt Tommy, I will pluck every single piece of your teeth out with my pickaxe.” Quackity smirks, his whisper comes out as deep as Techno’s, unlike his old Techno who would’ve killed him right there for threatening him, this Techno has the decency to show a little bit of nervousness. Using the same threat back then really makes him feel satisfied with himself.

“ARE YOU TWO KISSING?!” That breaks the tension immediately, Quacktiy taking a few steps back and Techno who has a deep blush on his face. Quackity remembers the same thing happening between him and Wilbur, Tommy had told him before that Quackity only has flight or flirt and that violence is his love language considering how threatening Wilbur back then made the maniac talk about him non-stop.

“C’mon, Tommy. You gotta stop flying away without telling anyone where you’re going, one day Phil’s gonna die of a heart attack y’know.” Tommy immediately runs over to Techno, he jumps on the pinkette’s back making the piglin chuckles.

Techno glances back at him while Tommy is telling him about how annoying Quackity’s chicken is, his ruby eyes narrow at the avian who presses a finger to his lips. 

When the brothers leave his cave, Quacktiy sighs. As much as he should hate Techno for killing him before, this person isn’t the Blood God, heck, he doesn’t even have the same look he wears. He doesn’t have any scars on his face, or tusks growing out.

Instead, Techno looks like an awkward teen. He even blushes for fuck sake! When Quackity asked Techno out when he’s trying to get over his fears for the Blood God, the guy didn’t even look startled! There were no emotions! This Techno cares for Tommy, who would’ve thought of the Blood God giving a child a piggyback ride.

Quackity wonders what happened to Techno for him to get his title of the Blood God. Is this Techno actually… Nice? Quackity scoffs, Technoblade, nice? As if.

He checks his chests, looking over for any missing supplies that he needs. There’s enough food and clothing for him but not for his roommates. Quackity sighs, he needs berries which he can get from the wild, he needs carrots and wheat which are accessible from his farm, Purple can eat anything, it’s the chicken that’s annoying. The creature refuses to eat any seeds he gives it. 

He puts his chicken on a leash and makes his way to one of the nearby villages with his cloak on. When he walks around, people give him multiple stares that he’s already used to, he doubts that it’s his scar this time but instead the chicken he’s walking. 

Oh how the mighty have fallen, Quackity went from the owner of a successful casino with money and power to a caveman that has animals as roommates. And now he’s taking a chicken that reminds him of his kid for a walk.

When he goes to a stall with gardening tools and seeds, he lets the chicken pick out which one it wants but the creature keeps pecking on the ground. He barely controls himself to not cook the chicken right there and then when it runs off, dragging his leash with it.

Quackity runs after to see it attacking a person, they’re standing outside the village now. He quickly holds the chicken into his arms tightly, “I’m sorry! Are you hurt anywhere?” His breath hitch when his eyes meet mismatched ones along with the bicolor skin. 

“Ah! It’s nothing, don’t worry!” Ranboo panics, quickly hiding his face behind his hood, he tries to flee but stops abruptly when they both notice the chicken has his tail between it’s beak. 

“I swear, one day I’ll feed you to Purple.” Quackity threatens under his breath, making the chicken release the kid’s tail. “Sorry for that, I can give you this as an apology meal.” The chicken squawks in his arm as if it understands him.

“Wait… Are you not afraid of me?” Ranboo asks nervously, surprising Quackity. He takes the hood off his head, revealing two small pairs of golden wings that cover his ears, they used to be feathers before XD sent him back, it’s the god’s doing, Quackity swear.

“I’m a hybrid too, don’t worry… Hey, do you live by yourself?” Ranboo seems startled by his question but quickly stays calm, “Sort of… My friend Niki sometimes brings food and resources to my base in the forest.” Quackity makes a sound of recognition at Niki’s name. She’s a good person, Quackity trusts her… Sort of.

“You seem like you’re still young, if you need help with anything, you can find me by heading that way until you can find a cave, I’m willing to help out a fellow hybrid.” Quackity waves at Ranboo before heading off. Making the kid freeze as his offer.

Mentally, he slaps himself. Is he being suspicious? Offering help for a kid he knows but doesn’t at the same time?! It’s been too long since Quackity shows someone genuine kindness, the usual kindness he shows to others is just him using them. 

He screams in the middle of the forest, startling his chicken.

❝Here Ranboo, I got you some food.❞

➤Nihachu

❝… Niki, Is it normal for someone to help you out?❞

➤Ranboo

Technoblade doesn’t know what to do for the first time in his life.

He’s a piglin that was about to be sold away, he doesn’t remember anything back then. All he knows is that Philza rescued him, killing off the people trying to sell him. 

BLOOD. BIRD? CROW? E! KILL? SAVED! SAVIOR!

After the incident at the age of five, voices appeared in his head. Talking nonstop, usually they’d be quiet but at the sight of blood they’d get real loud. 

Philza adopted him into his family, and introduced him to his two sons, Tommy and Wilbur. Both were avivan hybrids. Tommy’s first impression of him was that he was a pet. Piglins are different from other creatures and hybrids, they’re pigs with intelligence like humans, they walk like humans too, but they don’t look like humans. 

They got along regardless, Tommy and Wilbur treating him like a brother, Techno however, was still insecure about the fact that he looked nothing like them. Phil quickly noticed it and brought him to his wife, Kristen, who was a witch, she gave him a potion that changes his appearance. After drinking it, smoke engulfed him, he sneezed before looking back at the married couple looking at him happily.

Looking at a nearby mirror, he looks like Wilbur, except for his pink hair with brown roots, his piglin ears were still there and his eyes were red instead of chocolate brown like Wilbur’s. 

Tommy and Wilbur were celebrating when he showed them his new look, Wilbur even said that they could be twins. It was the first time Techno felt like he belonged somewhere. 

While growing up with his brothers, Tommy and Wilbur, Techno became the responsible oldest sibling. Philza trusts him being in charge whenever he’s away, he’s the only one that can control the energetic gremlin in the house. Being in charge means he got to know what to do, what to expect.

But he certainly didn’t expect Tommy to befriend a dangerous person in a cave.

Tommy kept talking about a caveman he found yesterday, Wilbur said there was no one. Making it hard to believe Tommy. Phil had warned Tommy about heading off without telling no one. 

When Tommy heads out this morning, Techno follows him, the blonde flies all the way there, faster than Techno but the pinkette is a piglin hybrid, he can track down his scent. 

Seeing an actual person in the cave isn’t what he expected, even if he believes Tommy’s story, he expected an actual caveman not an avivan chilling with a bunch of animals.

The person has long messy raven hair with three pairs of golden wings, including the two small pairs besides his head. He wears a blue tracksuit and black boots. Techno can’t help but let his eyes wander towards the scar on the person’s face, they have heterochromia judging how blue their left eye was.

When ‘Big Q’ threatens him, Techno feels hostility radiating off him. The guy smirks when he knows Techno is nervous, that smirks offend the voices in his head, making them incredibly louder. 

KILL. THREAT? TOMMY. BIG Q? THE AUDACITY. ELIMINATE. THREAT!

Tommy making the inappropriate comment at the moment thankfully shuts the voice up but making him embarrassed in the progress. When they leave, Techno glances back at ‘Q’, seeing him making a silent gesture at him makes Techno shudder a bit. 

“Techno, what do you think of Big Q?” Tommy asks, oblivious to Techno’s discomfort at the mention of the man… Boy? How old was the avivan?

BIRDIE. GOLD. BEAUTIFUL. PRETTY. DANGEROUS. THREAT? WINGS. 

“He Is… Unique. I don’t think we should tell Phil about him.” The gesture back then was enough to tell Techno that the avivan loves his privacy a lot and would mind if people knew about him. 

“Yeah, Big Q would probably let Purple bite Wilbur if he ever sees him, I think he’ll like Tubbo though..” Tubbo was a kid that Philza brought home one day, he’s a ram hybrid about Tommy’s age. Philza said that his dad couldn’t take care of him so they'll take care of the kid.

“Big Q has a ram at his place, they’re cool and clingy, just like Tubbo.” Tommy yawns on his back, rubbing his eyes sheepishly, despite Tommy saying he’s a big man, Techno still insists on treating him like a kid, he wants Tommy to have a perfect childhood growing up.

PROTECT. SLEEPYINNIT. BABY BROTHER. PROTECT. BIRDIE.

“Hey Tommy, do you think that I’ll be able to visit Big Q tomorrow with you?” 

Chapter Text

“Techno, come on!” Tommy whispers to his older brother, who grumbles. The sun is barely up and Techno has already been woken up.

“What is it Toms?” Opening a single red eye at Tommy, Techno sees that his brother already has his jacket over his usual red and white t-shirt and khaki pants, Techno swears that Tommy needs different clothing.

“We’re meeting Big Q! We gotta be sneaky about it since I'm grounded!” Tommy is in fact grounded by Philza for sneaking off unannounced, their dad was furious when Tommy refused to tell him where went.

“Fine… Wilbur’s not awake right?” Tommy nods with a smile on his face. Techno shoo Tommy away to change out of his pajamas, no shit that it’s cold as hell outside. He wears his poet shirt with high waist pants and brown boots, he also drapes a red cloak with white fur over himself, even if he can resist the cold better than Tommy he still needs something warm. 

He already sees Tommy waving at him at the door, Techno sighs before walking over to his younger brother. Opening the door, it’s snowing already, it’s December, what did he expect? It snows a lot in their area but apparently in Big Q’s base, there’s barely any signs of heavy snow… But today it seems like there’s a blizzard, he’s hoping that Tommy will give up and turn around and go back to sleep.

How wrong he was.

“C’mon Techno! Big Q’s waiting!” Tommy grabs his hand and drags him out to the snow. Luckily, Techno has a torch on him with some flints and stones. They keep walking in the blizzard, Tommy would sometimes land face first into the snow on their way.

Fortunately, Q’s base isn’t that far, when they stop outside the cave, Techno holds onto the back of Tommy’s shirt to prevent him from falling into the river and freezing himself to death. “Big Q!” Tommy shouts, Techno quickly notices that there's the sound of a dog barking from inside. They quickly enter the base as if they own it and he sighs in relief at the heat inside.

There's a campfire inside, but no sign of Q until Techno quickly notices the mop of raven hair peeking out from the trapdoor. The avian glares at the two intruders in his home, Techno sweat drops when he sees the blade of an axe behind Q.

The ravenette eyes visibly widen, Techno can see fear and hatred in them when the chocolate brown orbs land on him before Q rubs his eyes sheepishly. Techno shrugs it off after Tommy sees Q.

“Big Q we’re here to see you!” Q grumbles unhappily, Techno can see the lines under his eyes, even if it’s not snowing heavily outside it is still cold for a bird hybrid. He puts his cloak away before sitting down by the fire.

Tommy then goes on to tell Q about how Philza grounded him to his friend Tubbo and how clingy the ram hybrid is, Techno notices how Q’s eyes soften at the mention of Tommy’s friend, with adoration and sadness in them, makes him wonder if he knows who Tubbo is.

“—And Tubbo says that he’ll be my best friend forever so whenever I tell him to do something he’ll do it and— Big Q do you mind if I sleep here for a bit?” Tommy yawns before jumping onto Q’s bed in the corner of the cave. They sit in silence, both waiting for Tommy to fall asleep, when he does, it was Techno who speaks first.

“…What’s your name?” Techno grunts out, it’s no secret that he’s very antisocial and awkward when it comes to conversations, especially making first impressions. The avian gives him an unamused look before smirking at his nervousness. Making Techno glares at him.

“It’s Quackity. I already know your name, Tommy told me about you so don’t bother making this more awkward.” That… Doesn’t help Techno feel less nervous but knowing Quackity’s name does help nonetheless. 

“… Uh, so… How old are you?” Techno is dying mentally inside trying to strike up another conversation, Quackity looks like he’s about to kill him which he’d be thankful for at the moment. 

“I’m nineteen.” Techno’s ear perks up, he and Wilbur are both twenty two. Looking at his scars, Techno suddenly feels sorry for him, being killed… Twice. He can’t help but think what it feels like, he hopes he never knows. 

“It felt horrible, especially my first one. Bleeding to death is not ideal, knowing you’re still alive but you’re going to die anyways, it’s slow and painful. But waking up with the scar along with my blind eye and missing tooth still there reminding me that I can die and never come back anytime is horrifying.” 

AWW. BLOOD? PAIN? BIRDIE SAD. BIG Q. BLEED? SCARY. BLOOD. E.

Techno realizes that he’s staring at Quackity’s scar for too long before the avian speaks up, he quickly flushes red then looks at Quackity, the other raises an eyebrow at him. “So if you die, you’ll never come back, right?” He looks confused when Quackity slightly smirks at him.

“Why? Do you want me gone that badly?” He quickly shakes his head, even if he doesn’t know this guy close enough to determine he’s not a threat, Tommy seems fond of him, speaking about Quackity highly, how the other just listens to him for hours, something that isn’t easy to achieve.

“Hey Technoblade, what’s your opinion on killing?” That was… sudden. Piglins aren’t known to be hostile but will kill if provoked, Techno always has a weird reaction towards blood, making him hating it.

BLOODFORTHEBLOODGODBLOODFORTHEBLOODGOD

“Well… Because I’m a hybrid, I doubt that I won’t kill in the future but right now I don’t think killing is the answer. Phil always told me to define threats first before attacking, but I mainly stay away from ending other’s lives. Everyone has three lives, losing one and waking up on your next will leave them traumatized. It’s cruel.” 

Quackity looks surprised, staring at Techno longer than necessary, making the pinkette flushes embarrassingly under his gaze. Techno hears a snort from the ravenette, looking up, Quackity is smiling.

“Yeah, taking other’s lives is cruel. Say, what’s your ideal world?” Ideal world? 

“I think… A world where everyone are equal to each other, no discrimination, we all live together like a family.” He still remembers seeing humans killing piglins after getting what they want, saying how superior they are, and how they see him as an item rather than a living being like them.

“Peace… Huh…” Techno sees how Quackity absently traces the scar on his face as he mutters to himself. “Technoblade, let me tell you a story…”

“Once upon a time, there was a hybrid boy who immigrated into a village, the village was divided into two parts, one was the place for hybrids while the other was for humans. The boy wanted to join his human friend but he couldn’t because of his hybrid genes. The boy challenged the leader of the humans for their territory, he had no power in the village so he teamed up with a powerful hybrid.

They end up winning but the boy didn’t know that the powerful hybrid didn’t care about peace between the two groups, the peace was temporary, humans and hybrids were living together now that the wall separating them was gone. The villagers thanked them, offering them gifts to show their thanks. 

However the peace slowly breaks apart when the powerful hybrid wants to kill the humans rather than form peace with them, the boy has no choice but to kill their former ally. He tried protecting the treaty between them but was marked as a traitor instead. The boy was executed for killing the hybrid, everyone never sees his good deeds for the village but rather his crimes.

What I want you to know is that… Techno, there is no such thing as peace, even if there is, they’ll be a price to pay. The boy sacrificed everything to protect the ongoing treaty between the two groups, but all they see is that he’s a murderer, they didn’t care why he did it, they just know that he did something bad...” 

“But in the end they’re at peace, right? So the boy’s sacrifice was worth it.” Techno speaks calmly, leaving Quackity gaping at him before a soft smile forms on his lips. “You’re right, it was worth it.” 

They both sit in silence after that, but the silence is nice. Neither of them consider the other as a threat or an enemy, even if it was awkward at first but they managed to befriend the other.

“Huh, the sun is going up.” Quackity nods, walking over to a snoring Tommy. He shakes the kid awake but fails, he sighs and carries Tommy to Techno. Putting the blonde on his brother’s back.

“Well, it’s time for us to leave…” Techno says awkwardly, he can see Quackity cringing at his pathetic attempt at a goodbye. The avian walks over to the brothers and lands a hand on top of Techno’s pink hair. Wide ruby eyes look at the soft mismatched ones, he can feel himself getting redder at the attention, his tail swinging back and forth.

PAT. AW. AFFECTION. EW. MORE. FLUSTEREDBLADE. ATTENTION. YUM.

“Be safe.” Quackity says, his voice soft and hypnotizing. It takes Techno a minute or two to snap out of it before heading off, leaving his cloak behind. Even with the snow outside, Techno feels his face heating up every minute passing by. When he returns home, he has a cold.

❝He left his cloak here… Huh, this shit is comfortable as fuck.❞

➤Quackity

Quackity goes out after Techno and Tommy visit him.

The moment he saw Techno wearing that red cloak with white fluff on it, he nearly threw his axe at him. Only to realize that his crown was missing from his head. 

Technoblade turns out to be different from his Techno, less violent… Who’s he kidding, Techno was never violent except whenever he faced a threat. But this Techno was kind and doesn’t like using violence to achieve his goal. 

He reminds Quackity of himself, an innocent being that wants peace between the two groups, tries their best to not involve violence or blood while achieving their dream. But eventually Quackity grows up differently, and so will this Techno.

And this Techno is too careless, the guy forgets his cloak easily, and he’s extremely weird. Weirder than the Blood God. But Techno was always weird so he’s not surprised about the pinkette’s odd behavior when he said goodbye.

His hair was soft too.

He looks down at the hand he used to pat Technoblade, the piglin hybrid hair is beautiful, it’s no lie. Like, pink, seriously? Who would’ve thought a pink haired kid grows up to be a war criminal. No criminal should have such beautiful hair.

Quackity minds his own business as he walks around the forest, it’s still snowing. Quackity hides his face behind his scarf, he decided to wear a black sweater underneath his signature blue tracksuit. It feels nice to wear the tracksuit again, reminding him back when he’s still a fool in the middle of a war field.

Imagine his surprise when he sees a group of bandits trying to take someone away, his breath hitches when he sees Ranboo fighting them off. Slowly, Quackity takes out his bow and arrow, it’s easier for him with a crossbow but it’s not like he’ll have one handy in any situation he gets himself in, the arrow flies through a bandit’s head, killing him off.

The others along with Ranboo turn their head at him, he scowls before switching to his axe, unlike those robbers in villages he met years ago, these ones must’ve lost one of their lives before to not look startled at their comrade’s death. 

They all charge at him at once, Quackity manages to injure most of them, killing three of them, when one shoots an arrow at Ranboo, Quackity pushes the ender hybrid away and it hits one of his wings. He hisses in pain and snarls as he kills the last of them. 

Ranboo panics as he catches a falling Quackity, who quickly brings the avian towards his home nearby before Quackity goes unconscious.

He doesn’t wake up until at least four hours, Quackity opens his eyes as he sees Ranboo sitting on a wooden chair beside his bed. The kid is asleep as multiple potions and bandages are on the table next to him, Quackity allows a smile to grow on his lips. 

He winces in pain the moment he tries to sit up, alerting Ranboo immediately. The kid’s eyes snap open at him, he quickly helps him sit up properly. Quackity looks back at his wings to see it bandaged, he sighs, it’s not like he can fly anyways.

“Hey… What happened?” He asks, his voice dry from lack of hydration, Ranboo, being the nice kid he is, gives him a cup of water as he drinks it hastily.

“Those guys were trying to kidnap me in order to sell me off but you saved me, and got injured doing so… I’m sorry.” Ranboo wipes his eyes, Quackity panics when he sees steam coming off Ranboo, he’s an ender hybrid after all, his tears leave marks as they trail down his face.

“Hey, it’s fine. You’re safe, that’s all it matters. And it’s not like I can fly with these wings so no harm done.” Ranboo looks taken back by his statement, he glances at his wings before nodding at Quackity’s serious look. “Ah, there’s really no one to help you when you get in trouble since you live alone huh…” Ranboo nods again.

Quackity snaps his fingers, startling Ranboo “You’re moving in with me.” It’s not an offer, or a request, it’s a demand. Ranboo shakes his head furiously while Quackity looks at him with a determined look. “You’re still young, and a hybrid too, living alone isn’t safe.” He presses, as Ranboo’s ruby and emerald eyes dart wildly around the house, anywhere but at the avian.

“W-Why are you helping me?!” 

“Because you’re a kid. You deserve more than this.” Quackity answers, successfully stopping Ranboo from panicking any further. “I don’t want any hybrids, especially kids, to suffer during their childhood instead of having fun.” He smiles sadly at the memory of Tubbo and Tommy dying in front of him, how powerless he was back then.

“I’ll give you time to think about it, you know where to find me, yeah?” Quackity gets up to leave when he feels a tug on his sleeve. He turns around to see Ranboo looking at him with determined eyes. “I’ll come with you… If that’s alright.” Quackity smiles at him.

Quackity waits for Ranboo to pack his things, helping the kid sort things out too. When they’re done, Ranboo leaves a note before leaving, probably for Niki. Their walk to Quackity’s base isn’t far thankfully, he really wants to go back to his companions and pass out instantly.

“We’re here.” Ranboo says after Quackity gives him a bunch of directions, he stares in awe at the cave, it’s hidden well, big enough, and there’s a farm too! Quackity chuckles at seeing Ranboo’s tail wagging like a happy dog.

Ranboo suddenly hides behind him when he hears a bark, Quackity gets tackled to the ground by Purple and his fox —he still refuses to name them—. “These are my roommates, they won’t leave me alone.” Quackity deadpan, making the ender laugh softly.

Ranboo looks down when he feels something by his leg, he sees a half white and black rabbit looking up at him with red and black eyes. He slowly crouches down and picks up the creature, it freezes in his hood making him unintentionally copy it. Quackity stifles a laugh, he knows that the rabbit is as antisocial as Ranboo is, the situation is too funny for him, oh how he wishes he has a camera with him.

Both of them are saved by none other than Quackity’s first roommate, the ram snuggles up Ranboo’s leg like a cat, Ranboo quickly places the mini-him on the ground as the creature happily hops over to the ram. “They seem like good friends.” 

“Yeah… Friends.” Quackity who by now is convinced that these little shits are mini versions of his past kids, knows better than that.

Ranboo suddenly jumps when he feels his tail being attacked, the culprit is none other than the chicken. Despite being small, it still scares away his rabbit and fox, although it clings onto the ram and runs away from Purple. The chicken keeps attacking Ranboo until Quackity releases Purple from their hug, the wolf quickly chases the little menace around.

“Do you have names for them?” Ranboo asks as he watches the wolf chasing the chicken around.

“I do… don’t. I don’t.” Quackity corrects himself, he knows that he’ll have to visit the DreamSMP in the future and meeting Purpled with his wolf named Purple will be awkward as hell.

“Why not?” 

“I didn’t think that they'd stick to me for this long.” He shrugs, watching Ranboo cautiously pets the rabbit. “Well… I think it would be nice if they have names.” The rabbit tries to hop into the ender hybrid’s hold. 

“Aimee.” Quackity speaks up, making Ranboo shift his attention to him. “Aimee? What does it mean?” He continues to pet ‘Aimee’.

“You don’t have to worry about that.” Quackity says as he smiles.

❝Techno, you’re still sick. Stay in bed.❞

➤Philza

Ranboo moving in has a great impact on Quackity’s life.

Ranboo has his own room downstairs. It’s less lonely now, he gets to speak more than usual and Ranboo is a nice roommate. He’s extremely polite and helpful, whenever Quackity is out to buy food and supplies, Ranboo is outside getting wood or mining, the ender hybrid insists on helping him.

Quackity’s roommates all get along pretty well with the exception of a certain chicken. After taking Ranboo’s suggestion of actually naming them, Quackity has never been grateful for knowing some Latin to name Ossium back then until now. 

Aimee gets along with Ranboo the most. The black and white rabbit clings onto the boy more than it does with Cornelius. The ram absolutely adores Ranboo, it goes to Ranboo so that the boy can give it pats.

Xavier, formerly named Purple. Is still loyal to Quackity, the wolf is chill around the ender hybrid, only pays attention to the boy if he has any meat on him. The only one that gives both him and Ranboo the equal amount of love is Myles, the fox makes sure to ask for cuddles and pets from both of them, Quackity is pretty sure it just wants a lot of affection which both of them comply with.

The most annoying one is Maximilian or Max, the chicken keeps attacking everything near in its sight.  Ranboo stops him multiple times from cooking the chicken for dinner whenever he wakes up with the chicken suffocating him. 

Ranboo asked him multiple times if these names have meanings, he’d say yes but never told him what they mean. The ender hybrid will have to find out in the future.

In conclusion, Ranboo settles right in for his first week. 

During that week, there’s no signs of Technoblade or Tommy. They probably got caught by Phil and both got grounded. Quackity snorts, Technoblade getting scolded by Philza is definitely a sight to see. 

Ranboo decorates the place nicely, there’s flower pots in each room, dandelions in his room and the upper part of the cave, a white lily in Ranboo’s room and lavender along with multiple flowers underneath the cave.

“Ranboo! Are you awake?” Quackity climbs downstairs with breakfast for the ender hybrid. He knocks on Ranboo’s door and waits for a response, a faint “come in.'' on the other side gives him a green light to enter.

Ranboo looks paler than normal, usually half of his side is pale but today he’s like a ghost. His ears are droopy while his tail is flat against his bed. “Ranboo, are you sick?” A sneeze from the other answers his question, Quackity sighs as he places the boy’s breakfast on the table near him.

Quackity quickly collects another blanket for Ranboo and places the pile of wood in his arms  down before lighting them on fire. It’s hard to take care of a sick enderman especially when they’re allergic to water, Ranboo told him that his hybrid genes will help him get out of his state in two days.

“If you need anything make sure to tell me, alright?” Ranboo nods as he holds onto the blanket draped over him, Quackity opens the door to see Aimee and Cornelius on the other side, the duo helps themselves in as Quackity leaves. 

An extremely familiar shout alerts Xavier from his sleep as the wolf starts barking at the ceiling, Quackity sighs as he picks up his wolf and climbs upstairs. Seeing Tommy standing in his base as if he owns it along with Technoblade doesn’t surprise Quackity.

He places Xavier onto the ground first as the wolf charges head first at Tommy making the younger avian squawks in surprise. Technoblade awkwardly waves at him, making Quackity cringes at his attempt at a greeting but he waves back.

“BIG Q, WE’RE SORRY WE COULDN’T VISIT YOU, BIG T GOT SICK SO I WAS STUCK AT HOME.” Tommy greets him loudly, he’s pretty sure Ranboo can hear them from underneath. “Do you know where my cloak is? I think I left it at your place.” Techno says, masking his emotions with his monotone voice but Quackity can tell that he’s nervous still judging by the red tint on his face.

Quackity nods “Can I get it back then?” He shakes his head, making Techno raise an eyebrow in confusion, “Why?” Quackity just smirks at him before turning towards Tommy “Big T is really fond of his capes and clothes, he went batshit crazy when he found out he’s missing one.” The blonde says, pointing a finger towards the pinkette who flushes embarrassingly.

“Myles has ‘em.” Quackity grunts out, making Tommy’s eyes widen before pointing an accusing finger his way “YOU CAN TALK!” He gives the gremlin an unimpressed look. Techno ignores his brother “Who’s Myles?”

“My fox, it's in his pile of stolen shit now, good luck trying to get it back.” Quackity smirks as he can see an irk mark on Techno’s head. He crouches down as Xavier runs over to him and he gives the wolf head pat.

“Big Q, what happened to your wing?” He looks back at the newly bandaged part “Ah I fought some bandits last week, it’s healing so don’t worry.” Quackity shrugs, not reassuring Techno but clearly fooled Tommy.

“You’re so fucking cool, big man! Now that you can talk, what’s your name?” Quacktiy glares at the blonde, he never said he was mute, “It’s Quackity.” 

“Quack? Like the duck! Damn, I thought you were a goose—“

“Xavier, bite him.”

The wolf happily obliges, running towards Tommy who hides and uses Techno as a shield… technoshield :] Quackity snorts at the joke randomly formed in his mind. There’s always some random voices speaking their own thoughts for the past week in his head that Quackity is pretty sure that he just needs some therapy.

“I swear, all of your roommates have problems, except the ram, the ram is poggers.” Tommy hisses at Quackity and glares at Xavier who’s trying to get past Technoblade.

“I’m pretty sure Cornelius just sees you as a child.” Quackity smirks at Tommy’s offended expression. “So why are you here?” He asks as he quickly picks up Xavier who whines not able to bite Tommy.

“It’s almost January, Big Q! Merry Christmas! We got you a gift!” Tommy smiles brightly at him. Quackity looks taken back, he shifts his eyes towards Techno who smiles slightly. “Close your eyes!” And he obliges.

When he opens his eyes, he reaches to his neck where he feels Tommy touches before. It's a locket attached to golden chains, there’s a small sapphire attaching the locket and chains together,  there seems to be a flower carved onto the front of the locket.

Opening the locket, there’s a minimized totem of undying and an empty spot to place anything circular and small enough to fit. Looking up, he sees Tommy grinning wildly while Techno looks away.

“You’re on your last life and Phil said these totems can prevent your death! It’s my idea!” Tommy says proudly.

“The locket necklace was my idea.” Techno grunts out.

“Is this a dandelion on the locket?” 

Techno nods, “I heard it symbolizes hope and healing so I fig— Heh?- Quackity?-“ the pinkette mentally starts to panic as there’s tears in Quackity’s eye, a single drop slides down his face.

“Big Q?!” 

“Nah, I’m fine it’s just… I’m used to being alone on holidays like these- And you guys just- I’m just happy ok?!… Thank you.” Quackity chokes out, after the fall of Manberg, Quackity despites events and holidays, he only sees festivals as some sort of scheme for murder, and after Technoblade killing him, he isolates himself, no one looked for him, no gifts were sent for him, he was alone.

“I- Thank you.” He repeats again, he barely registers Techno pulling him into a hug and he continues to cry into the pinkette’s shoulder, at some point Tommy joins them.

“Enough with the sappy shit! Big Q, we’re also here to tell you something!”

“Alright, go on.”

“I’ll be moving to a SMP next year!” Tommy smiles happily, Techno looks at his brother sadly, causing Quackity to question the blonde further.

“There’s this brand new SMP opening, me and my brother Wilbur will be moving there!” He shifts his eyes to the pinkette, Techno is doing a better job at masking his emotions but Quacktiy can still read through it, he’s not pleased with the idea, he’s sad, he’s anxious.

“Are you not coming with them?” He asks Technoblade who stills, answering his question nonverbally, Tommy looks oblivious to Techno’s displeasure at the blonde’s answer “Phil said that he and Techno are going on a trip! Don’t know what for but we always see him going on a lot of trips, Techno is accompanying him this time!”

tech looks sad :[ tommy, pay attention to him :[ trip? big brother blade :]

Ignoring the random thoughts. Quackity looks sadly at Techno who looks down at the ground, although his face may not show sadness but his piglin features do, his tail is down and same goes for his ears. He walks over the pinkette, and places a hand on top of his head, startling Techno who looks at Quackity in surprise.

Gathering all of his courage, Quackity gives him one of his best smiles showing his teeth, he rarely smiles like that because of his scar and missing tooth but it feels nice to smile once in a while, a genuine one. His hand moves down to the side of Techno’s face and the other gives him a thumbs up.

“Make sure you won’t forget me when you leave, alright?” He closes his eyes while still smiling, missing the way Techno flushes red but still notices the heat on his face under Quackity’s touch. 

He opens his eyes to look at Techno, who becomes redder, making Quackity remove his hands and scratches behind his ear curiously at Techno’s reaction. Missing the way Tommy gives his brother a knowing look. 

Quackity’s fingers touch a feather golden fallen out of the small wings on the sides of his head. Inspecting the feather for a while before giving it to Techno, “Here’s a gift from me, merry christmas.” The pinkette accepts the gift slowly, looking down at the small feather in his hand.

“Big Q, where’s my gift then?!” Tommy pouts, making Quackity laughs as he shifts his attention on Techno to Tommy, “I’ll cook you something, how about that?” Tommy cheers loudly, he hopes Ranboo is doing okay down there.

Techno holds the feather in his hand, the voices in his head that are usually loud or extremely talkative, quiets down. Leaving his thoughts to wander through his head.

❝Quackity? Is that a crown?❞

➤Ranboo

❝… Merry Christmas, Ranboo.❞

➤Quackity

Quackity decides to go outside for the new year.

Another year passed, he celebrated with Techno and Tommy in the morning and Ranboo at night. The two brothers couldn’t stay til nighttime but it’s still comforting to know that they’d stay if they could.

He goes outside the forest, where there is a flat biome with flowers surrounding it, it stops snowing and flowers are starting to bloom, it looks beautiful. Quackity admires the beauty of the place, there’s a lake and you can see the sky clearly, the sun hitting his face as Quackity lies down on the grass. The wind passed by him gently.

pretty flowers :] dandelions :] dandelions? :] locket :] sun :[ 

Quackity looks around, seeing no one but still hears stupid voices around him. He really should go get therapy as soon as possible.

mean Q :[ offensive >:[ idiot :[ L. :[ not poggers >:[ therapy? :[ therapist, where? :[

A strong wind hits him in the face, making his hair go wild as he sputters. He looks at the sky offendly before a stick being carried through the wind hits the back of his head.

“COME FIGHT ME YOU SON OF BITCHES—“ Quackity stands up to do a boxing motion before falling face first to the ground by yet another strong fuckign air current attacking him from behind.

L. L. L. L. L. L. L. L. L. L. L. L. L. L. 

Quackity growls, he looks to the side to see a white fuzzy dandelion. He remembers when Sam would tell him to blow a dandelion to make a wish every time he’s upset, ‘blowing a dandelion grants you a wish and also takes all of your frustrations away with it through the win’ Sam used to say. 

Quackity sits on the grass, as he picks the dandelion, blowing the seeds of the flower away before letting the wind carry it away. He wishes for one silly thing that the younger him would wish for, love. True love, where someone actually loves him, appreciates him. 

He scoffs, before shaking his head, he’s here to prevent every possible worst scenario from happening to his kids, not find love. 

A rustling from the forest makes Quackity turn his head towards it, stepping out of the bushes and turning out to be Technoblade. The pinkette looks at him in surprise, his tail moving back and forth, Quacktiy stares into Techno’s ruby eyes with his mis-colored ones.

“Quackity?” Techno speaks up, there’s a basket in his hands, he’s covered in a traveling cloak, he must’ve gone to the village nearby to buy something.

cringe :[ scary :[ bloody god? :[ blood god >:[ BEGONE :[ BLOOD GOD >:[

Both of them closes their eyes when a strong wind current blows past them, “DAMN IT, JUST LET ME BE YOU STUPID WIND-“ Quackity squawks when another stick hits his face.

“Quackity, who are you talking to?” Techno grunts out, opening his eyes slowly, trying not to get any dust into them with the strong wind. He’s trying to get back to Philza’s house after buying some food, he didn’t expect to meet Quackity on his way.

The wind calms down, giving Techno the chance to approach Quackity who touches his messy hair. “There’s these motherfuckers who keep talking to me! When I find them I will decapitate them.” The avian growls when a breeze of wind hits him in the face, making the piglin hybrid stare at him nervously.

“I think it’s the wind that’s talking to you.” He points out and shuts his mouth the moment Quackity shifts his glare towards him . “What now?”

“Phil told me that gods often take different forms in the overworld to play around, when they find their perfect candidate they’ll stick to that person forever.” Techno sits down next to him as he speaks, Quackity doesn’t believe in gods until XD arrived, so gods exist, sure, but he never heard voices around him in his timeline.

idiot :] fool :] he’s fun to toy with :] blood god :[ nice blood god? :\

“They keep saying shit about the Blood God what the FUCK?!” Quackity screeches, making Techno flinches, not at his outburst but rather the mention of the god in his head.

BAD WIND. KILL. AWAY FROM BIRDIE. PROTECT. THREAT? BLOOD.

r.i.p :[ it was nice knowing you :[ we’re dead :] idiots :] L. :] 

The wind blows his hair upwards, as if taunting him, making Quackity screams into his hands. “Quackity, do you want me to leave?” Techno asks nervously, the voices in the pinkette’s head scream out protests, saying how they won’t lose to the ‘carefree idiots’.

“No, don’t. You can stay.” Quackity grumbles, staring at the flowers in front of him, quickly averting the voices attention on Techno to the flowers. 

pretty lavender :] i will fight you, lilies are the best :] fuck off, it’s dandelions :]

The voices are idiots, absolute idiots. They act like his Quackity persona, pre-war Quackity, non traumatized Quackity, you get the memo. If he could deal with Tommy and Max the chicken then he can deal with them.

“… If it makes you feel better, me and Phil share a bond with gods, too.” Techno says, making Quackity look at him, there’s a red tint on his cheeks from embarrassment, which always happens when the piglin tries to start a conversation.

“Phil is married to the Goddess of Death, I have a bond with the Blood God. Philza always has crows with him to send messages or just hang out with him, while mine are voices in my head.” 

Quackity stares at him, he knows that Technoblade had said things about the voices when he came to his house to escort him to the execution, Tommy once brought it up with him about the topic back then. He didn’t believe the old Techno but he believes this Techno, who’s shy, and dreams of a world like he does, no violence, equality, no war, just peace.

“They always demand blood whenever I see blood or death, they get extremely loud when I’m overwhelmed, and usually they’d be really chill or quiet. Phil said that the Blood God likes to torment people so they chose me.” 

LIES. BLOODFORTHEBLOODGOD. E. DONTINSULTUSINFRONTOFBIRDIE.

can we keep him :] aha i like this guy :] we should’ve went for him, dangit :[

Techno looks at the ground, he shows signs of disliking the God to Quackity. And Quackity knows enough to be sure that the Blood God didn’t pick Techno to torment him.

“Well, make sure you disobey their orders then. You’re in control of your body, not any god or voices, you’re the boss.” Quackity looks at another dandelion on the grass in front of him before plucking it off the ground.

“Here, make a wish.” He says as he hands the dandelion over to Technoblade who looks shocked at the flower. “My dad says that if I’m ever upset, make a wish and blow a dandelion’s seeds away into the wind will make it come true, besides, all of your frustrations will follow it through the sky.”

Techno grabs the flower hesitantly, as if on command a gentle breeze appears, making Quackity’s raven locks moves like waves gently along with the wind, the light from the sun setting makes his skin glow, his pale blue colored eye seems to shine with his golden feathered wings, even with the scar his smile always seem soft and reassuring, Techno is willing to give his life to the man in front of him. 

BIRDIE. GOLD. PRETTY. SIMP. E. PRETTYSCAR. EYES. BIRDIE. PROTECT. AW.

guys are we doing a good job :] probably :] seducing the blood god to give us their possessions :]

Techno inhales a breath of air before blowing the seeds away, letting the wind do its job carrying them away. True to Quackity’s word, the weight on his shoulders after talking about the God haunting him disappears, all he can feel is the wind against him, the sun setting in front of him, and Quackity.

“See? It wasn’t so bad now was it?” Quackity laughs at Techno who seems to be smitten by the scene in front of them. The piglin snaps out of it and blushes heavily, watching his face turn into the color of his hair makes Quackity laughs harder.

“H-Hey stop laughing!” Techno hisses, his voice higher than usual which Quackity stifles an upcoming laugh in return, the more he tries the redder Techno becomes. 

blackmail :] oh how the mighty have fallen :] this is disgustingly cute :]

FLUSTEREDBLADE. THEIDIOTSAREHAVINGAFIELDTRIP. IWISHTOENDMYSELF.

“Hey, don’t you have somewhere to go?” Quackity says as he wipes a tear out of his eye from laughing, Techno stills and looks down at the basket next to him. 

.

.

.

“You idiot.”

“Wilbur’s going to kill me- His son is visiting today-“ 

❝Wilbur, I got lost in the forest.❞

➤Technoblade

❝…❞

➤Wilbur

❝Alright, fine, I’m sorry, I got distracted.❞

➤Technoblade

❝Big T you’re always shit at lying.❞

➤Tommyinnit

Arcade - Duncan Laurence

⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

♫’loving you is a losing game’♫

Back in the Dream SMP.

After Dream’s prison break, Tommy has been freaking out the moment he hears the news. He expects Dream to pop out anytime soon now. 

Tommy holds onto his weapons and armor tightly, he gets a message from Sam to hide and stay where he is until the creeper arrives. He’s been getting paranoid and jittery, a single noise is enough to send him swinging his weapon around.

“TOMMY!” Sam shouts as Tommy nearly cries out in relief at the sight of him with Sapnap. Sam hugs him, as he lets Tommy spill out whispers about how Dream’s about to kill him.

“Dream’s not here?” Tommy shakes his head, he hasn’t seen anyone with the white smiley mask around. “He said something about taking revenge when he left… Shouldn’t that person be you?” Sapnap asks again and receives another no.

Sam's eyes widen as he panics, “S-Sapnap, we must go to Las Nevadas—“ He tries to move away but Tommy still clings onto him, “Wait, why? What’s wrong?” 

“Quackity- He’s after Quackity!”

“Why would he be after Quackity?!” Sapnap asks, there’s a hint of concern in his voice as Tommy sees how his eyes visibly glows orange.

“Quackity’s been torturing Dream in prison for the revival book! We must go save Quackity!” Torture?! Big Q torturing someone is unbelievable, sure, he changed but the image of his happy and cheerful Big Q torturing Dream doesn’t fit right with him.

“Let me go with you!” Tommy begs when the two make a move to leave him, he wants to see Big Q, to save him from Dream before it’s too late. Even though Sam looks hesitant, Sapnap agrees to let him go along as long as he sticks with them.

The trip to Las Nevadas is hell. The heat from the sun and the fact that the place is located in a desert is killing Tommy, not as much as the dread building slowly in his stomach is.

When they reach the edge of the place, Tommy pales when he sees footsteps print on the sand at the start of the road to Las Nevadas, he sprints forwards, leaving the blaze hybrid and creeper behind.

Please, let me not be too late, Big Q hang in there!

“Tommy, are you alright?” 

“Yeah Big Q, Wilbur’s been acting like a dick, that’s all.”

“Don’t worry, I’m here for you. If he’s being a dick again, tell me!”

“You’re not my mom Big Q! I’m a grown man!”

“Thomas, are you doing alright?”

“No shit. I’m in exile with Dream monitoring me.” 

“Look- I’ve been trying to talk to Tubbo about shortening your exil—“

“I DON’T NEED YOUR PITY!”

“… Whatever you say Toms, I’m here for you.”

“If you care about me then get revenge on that Techno for blowing up L’manberg and green bitch for exiling me. You technically the reason why L’manberg was blown up, because of your election with Wilbur.”

“I’m sorry Toms, I’ll make it up for you.”

“You better.”

“Tommy- You’re alive! I thought you died-”

“Big Q! Dream killed me and he fucking revived me! It was horrible I don’t want to be near him-”

“Why can’t we just kill him Tommy?!”

“Because he can revive people! Death won’t be a problem anymore with him! He can revive Wilbur-”

“He’s the reason why lives are lost, Tommy!”

“NO HE’S NOT! HE WASN’T THE REASON WHY WILBUR LOST HIS SANITY AND LIFE WHEN YOU AND SCHLATT BECAME PRESIDENT!” 

“Tommy—“

“NO! YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT IT’S LIKE TO LOSE SOMEONE YOU LOVE! I WANT TO KILL DREAM TOO BUT I CAN’T WITH HIM HAVING THE REVIVAL BOOK.”

“… I understand, Toms.” 

“Good, I’m going to find Tubbo.”

“BIG Q!” Tommy shouts when he opens the door to the casino, people send him weird looks when he runs inside. Passing by waiters, and gambling addicts as he tries to find the avian.

The place is huge, but he keeps searching and asking around for the owner of the place, waiters shake their heads at his question, frustrating Tommy further. When he sees a mop of orange hair with ears on top, Tommy immediately runs to the person.

“FUNDY!”

“T-Tommy? What are you doing here?! You shouldn’t be here-“

“There’s no time! Where’s Big Q?!” Tommy basically screams at Fundy, startling the fox hybrid, causing him to stutter for a moment “H-He went to the Space Needle.” That’s all Tommy needed before running down the stairs to escape the crowded area.

Tommy’s about to make a turn to go up the Space Needle when Sapnap pulls him back, panting “WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT STICKING TOGETHER?!” He yells, usually Tommy would get angry in return but there’s no time. He tries to escape the blaze hybrid’s hold but fails.

Sapnap gets angrier as horns start to grow out of his head, the hand on his shoulder starts to burn his skin, as Tommy yelps and flinches away from the hunter. Sam saves him by arriving at the scene, both of them searching for the avian at the other areas after seeing Tommy entering the casino.

“Calm down, Sapnap. We still need to find Quackity.” 

“Big Q- He’s in the Space Needle! We gotta be quick, Dream’s here!” Tommy runs off, the guards block him off when he tries to enter, Tommy almost takes out his weapon and starts swinging but thankfully Sam catches up to him, the guards immediately cower at the intimidating sight of the co-founder.

It was Dream’s scream that makes Tommy panics, he travels up the elevator, ignoring Sapnap’s shout at him to wait. He almost trips when he arrives at the top floor, looking in front of him is Dream with a bloodied axe in hand, standing over a body with golden wings— Tommy sees red.

“BIG Q!” Tommy shouts as he takes out his own axe and swings at Dream who jumps out the way in time as Tommy shields Quackity from Dream. “It’s ok Big Q, I’m here to save you-” Tommy looks back at his friend and pales at the sight.

Quackity’s head is detached from its body, blood spills everywhere, staining on his white shirt and wings— wing. Tommy notices one of Quackity’s golden wings is far from where it should be, multiple wounds are on his body judging from his ruined outfit. 

Dream didn’t even spare Quackity even after the guy died.

Tommy drops his weapon and lunges for the corpse of his friend, tears cling onto his face as he screams and cries, he tries to reattach Quackity’s head back together with mummers of ‘it’s going to be fine, it’s going to be alright Big Q! It’s me! Thomas!’ 

He waits for the ravenette to look at him and says it’s a prank! Some sort of joke! That he’s still alive! Tommy throws up on the floor, emptying whatever he had this morning. 

Sapnap arrives with Sam as they both look at the corpse next to Tommy. Sapnap takes it the hardest as he lunges for Dream who stands still until the blaze hybrid attacks. Sam is at Tommy’s side trying to calm him down and shield him away from the horrific scene in front of them, the creeper looks anywhere that isn’t at Quackity or at the bloodied single wing in the corner or at his head.

“What did you do Dream?!” 

“I- I killed him but why isn’t- he coming back?…” Dream mutters to himself like a madman, as Sapnap’s sword split his mask in half. Dream’s green eyes stare at them wildly as they dart back and forth.

“W-WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?! REVIVE HIM!” Tommy screams at the older blonde, who looks troubled.

“I- I CAN’T!”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN’T?!”

“HE’S DEAD FOREVER TOMMY!” Dream shouts at him, pure anger in his voice. All these times he waited to torture Quackity by letting him experiencing death all over again, just for the avian to be gone forever!

“BUT YOU SAID THAT YOU CAN BRING PEOPLE BACK FROM THE DEAD!” Sapnap screams at Dream as he swings again, this time hitting Dream across his chest, tearing his bloodied hoodie.

Dream stumbles and falls on his back, as Tommy turns to Sam “H-He’ll be back right Sam?! He always does! Big Q is joking right?! He’s not dead! He survived Techno- Surely he’ll survive Dream—“

“I’m sorry, Tommy.” 

Tommy sputters as he turns to Quackity’s lifeless body, “I-I’m sorry! Big Q, I’m sorry I should’ve listened to you! You’re always there for me and I- I left you alone! I’m sorry!” 

Sam stands up and walks over to Sapnap who has Dream by the back of his hoodie, ready to send the man back to prison as Tommy continues to cry and screams out apologies until his voice cracks. 

Chapter Text

BIRDIE. Q. BIRD. PROTECT. WHERE. FIND. NEEDQ. WHERE. 

Techno winces as the voices get louder, his grip on his coffee tightens, nearly breaking it. Philza, noticing his discomfort, tells Tommy to go and play with Tubbo outside. 

“Alright mate, what’s wrong?” Phil’s eyes narrow as Techno looks at the corner of the room, ignoring Philza. Wilbur sitting at the table looks between the two nervously, usually Techno would listen to Phil and answer their father right away but today’s different.

“Techno? Has the voices been louder than usual?” Techno nods, Wilbur sighs, the brunette knows about his twin’s condition and sympathizes with him. The pinkette would wake up at three in the morning if the voices get loud, to the point it’s painful to ignore, causing Techno to lose sleep more than usual. 

“Tech, if they demand blood, just ignore them alright? When it gets hard to do so, tell me, we can go hunting or maybe—” 

“They’re not demanding blood…” Techno mutters under his breath but Wilbur and Phil heard it. “What?” Philza asks, as Techno becomes red under both of their attention. He stutters an answer out “Tech, we can’t hear you.”

“They’re not asking for blood…” 

WHERE’SQ. WEWANTQ. QUACKITY. BIRDIE. WINGS. GOLDEN. PRETTY. E. SIMPS. 

Techno slams his face onto the table with a thud, Philza starts to cackle “Well, I’m glad the voices are getting better, whatever is causing them to change is working, you should keep it up.” Wilbur snorts as Techno grumbles out an ‘okay’ at their father.

Philza leaves the two brothers alone, leaving Wilbur to look at Techno weirdly, what’s going on with his brother? He frowns, Tommy and Techno have been going out without him, and Wilbur doesn’t like being left alone.

“Techno? Does this have to do with you and Tommy leaving all the time?” 

The way Technoblade stills answers Wilbur’s question, he looks nervously at the brunette who raises an eyebrow at him. Techno adverts his eyes away from his twin who frowns more at the action.

“Techno, tell me what’s going on, I might be able to help.” 

Techno gives in, if there’s something that can make him nervous, it’s either Philza or an angry Wilbur. His brother has always been kind and lively, seeing him angry and gloomy doesn’t suit right with him.

“Um… It’s just that we’ve met a person… And…”

“And?”

“Is it weird for the voices to enjoy his presence? I mean- He’s my friend and they always ask for his attention whenever he’s not here and I—”

“Techno, are you telling me you’re in love with this guy?!” Wilbur exclaims a little too loud for his liking, Techno shivers at the smile on his twin’s face. “Don’t worry, I’m happy for you! You can be with anyone you love, I won’t judge you!”

“It’s not that, I’m not sure if I’m… in love with him.” Techno shrinks as the voices scream in protests inside his head, Wilbur sighs at his twin. “Tell me, what do you think of this guy?”

“He’s nice? And understanding… Tommy likes him a lot.” He still remembers when Quackity helped him out with the voices, and occasional pats to show affection, Tommy could talk for hours and Quackity would listen to it without missing any details. 

“What does he look like?” Wilbur smirks at Techno who wears a soft smile while thinking of the person, his tail moving slightly while his ears twitch slightly. 

“He’s… Decent. He has dark messy hair that looks like a bird nest, I don’t think he brushes them. His eyes… One has the same shade as my morning coffee, the other looks like the ocean, I could just drown myself in them. His wings- They’re like gold despite how many times he said they’re ugly, I think if possible that’s the most beautiful thing about him- No, its his personality—“

“Techno! You’re in love!” Wilbur appears in front of him, eyes sparkling as he has his hands on Techno’s shoulders, shaking the pinkette wildly. Technoblade flushed as he realized he was rambling about Quackity. 

GOLDENWINGS. OCEANEYES. COFFEE. ATTRACTIVE. FLUFFYHAIR. LOVE? Q. WEWANTQ

“HEH?” 

“OH MY GOD, IT FINALLY HAPPENED-“ Wilbur keeps talking about how he’s going to be an uncle, how Fundy is going to have cousins, how he planned for the day, and more. The more Wilbur says, the redder Techno becomes. He’s not in love with Quackity, it’s just him admiring the guy, right?

“Wilbur- I’m not in love with him!” 

“I’m the expert here! You were drooling when you’re thinking about him!” 

“I WAS NOT-“

“TECHNO! COME HANG OUT WITH ME AND TUBBO!” Tommy shouts from outside, saving Techno from Wilbur as the pinkette quickly flees. Tommy is holding Tubbo’s hand when he arrives at their front yard, the blonde has a bag on his shoulder, “Uh, Tommy, where are you going?”

“WE GOTTA MEET BIG Q, OF COURSE! DAD’S GONE OUTSIDE!” Tommy says excitedly, the kid has been meaning to bring Tubbo to meet Quackity but every chance he gets would be ruined by unfortunate events, and by unfortunate events he means Philza. 

The ram hybrid looks at his best friend shyly, Tubbo is the same age as Tommy but he lives by himself, Philza took the kid in with them when he was four, he lives in the house nearby theirs as he insisted on living alone. Tommy had tried multiple times to convince Philza to move in with Tubbo but failed.

“Sure, let’s go.” Techno grunts out as Tommy shouts in victory, dragging Tubbo towards the distance as Techno catches up with them.

“Tubbo, let me tell you, Big Q has like this fucking dog that hates my guts so watch out.” Tommy warns Tubbo as he keeps talking about Quackity’s pets and his favorites and least favorites.

“He also owns this fluffy ram, it’s— she’s— he’s— they’re nice, very poggers. I think their name is Corn or some shit.” Techno spaces out as they keep walking, there’s one thing on his mind and that is his conversation with Wilbur earlier. Surely, he’s not attracted to Quackity that way.

“BIG Q, WE ARE HERE!” Tommy snaps him out of his thoughts as he realizes that they’re here. Tubbo hides behind Tommy as the loud blonde makes his entrance to the cave, he screams as he sees Quackity looking at them like a deer caught in headlights.

Techno flushes as he walks in. Quackity is shirtless, he’s wearing black shorts and an apron, his long hair tied up into a bun as a few strands fall into his face, his golden wings in full display. His tan body is glistening with sweat, today is pretty hot, the sun is being more brutal than usual towards them all. 

Quackity looks at Tubbo first before glaring at Tommy, who keeps screaming at him to put on a shirt and how ridiculous he looks in a pink frilly apron. Quackity sighs as he climbs downstairs with food in hand, after a couple of minutes Quackity is back with a black shirt and empty handed.

“Tommy… Who is that?” 

“This is Tubbo! He’s my best friend!” Tommy smiles proudly as he shoves Tubbo forward, the ram hybrid waves shyly as he visibly cowers in front of Quackity who looks unimpressed. 

“Hi Mr. Q…? Tommy told me so much about you!” Tubbo says nervously as he shakes slightly when Quackity’s eyes narrow more. 

“Hello, Tubbo. Just call me Quackity.” A soft smile spreads on Quackity’s face as Tubbo seems to be taken back by the kindness the avian is showing. Quackity reaches a hand out to ruffle Tubbo’s brown fluffy hair before turning around to bake something.

The ram hybrid touches the top of his head, his eyes seem to sparkle as Tommy squawks behind him “HEY! DON’T TRY TO STEAL TUBBO!” 

Techno watches Tommy try to get Quackity’s attention as the older continues to bake, Tubbo is still standing there, visibly happy at the attention Quackity showed him. At this point, he’s convinced that Quackity has a soft spot for kids. The avian can be terrifying and intimidating with his scar but he’s still kind and generous, like how he’s trying to make something for Tubbo and Tommy.

Techno turns red when he realizes he zoned out. Quackity was staring at him weirdly, asking silently what’s wrong as Techno covers his face with one hand. Fortunately, Quackity ignores him as he gives a portion of the cake he baked to Tubbo and Tommy.

“Big T! Get over here! Big Q’s cake is delicious!” Tommy shouts as he eats his cake with Tubbo, oblivious to the unintentional joke he said, Techno sputters, he only understands it because of his twin flirty personality, Quackity laughs at Tommy who blinks in confusion.

“Yeah! C’mon Techno! Have a piece of it!” Quackity smirks as Techno’s face heats up, he’s going to have another fever if this goes on. He takes the plate that’s offered to him, the cake was delicious just like Tommy said. Tubbo hums in delight at the chocolate flavor, while Tommy keeps complimenting Quackity with a mouth full.

Quackity laughs nervously, a blush tinting his cheeks as he scratches the back of his head. Techno notices that the avian is weak against compliments, he smiles as he listens to the sound of Quackity’s laugh, it’s like music to his ears as it’s rare to hear the ravenette’ slaughter, he’s always so serious but it’s always a wonderful sight so see Quackity flustered and laughing.

PRETTY. BEAUTIFUL. GOLD. LOVE? BIRDIE. LOVE? PROTECT. PRECIOUS. LOVE!

Technoblade loves Quackity.

As soon as he registers the new information, Techno chokes on his cake as Quackity immediately goes over to help him, his face heats up at how close their faces are and he falls off his chair trying to lean away. Tommy laughs loudly as Tubbo throws worried glances.

“Techno? Are you ok?” Techno desperately tries to calm his heart, the genuine worry in Quackity’s voice makes him want to pass out right there and then.

Being the extremely antisocial and awkward person that he is, Techno runs outside to stop at the mouth of the cave, hiding, he tries to calm his breathing.

He’ll have to talk to Wilbur.

❝Good to know that my brother is finally out of denial!❞

➤Wilbur Soot

❝What do I do then?❞

➤Technoblade

❝Don’t worry Tech, I’m a professional when it comes to these things.❞

➤Wilbur Soot

UWU - Chevy

⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

♫’I'm startin' to feel some sort of way

You give me goosebumps every day

And when you look at me and smile I wanna say

"I think you're okay"’♫

“You should start with giving him flowers! Ladies, gentlemen, nonbinary, and everyone loves flowers!”

Techno holds the bouquet of ten red roses in his hand, he stands outside of Quackity’s cave, anxiety extremely high, and suffering from second thoughts. He takes a deep breath to gain his confidence before swiftly turning to enter the cave.

ROSES. PRETTY. GOGOGOGO. WHATTHEHELL. POG. MAN-UP. Q. FEATHERS. FLOWERS.

“Techno?” Quackity looks up from his book, the avian is sitting on the bed he has in the corner. He’s wearing a plain white tank top and his usual blue pants with white stripes on the sides. Techno gulps, sweating nervously, he instinctively hides the bouquet behind him. The ravenette is wearing glasses with his hair tied up neatly, a book in hand as he sits up to greet Techno.

“Uh- Hey… Quackity.” He inwardly curses, something he doesn’t do but this situation is exceptional. Quackity stands in front of him, expecting him to continue on and state his reason for entry.  

this is pitiful what the fuck :[ cringe :[ an attempt was made :] pogchamp :] the awkwardness is killing me :] 

KILLUSNOW. FREEUS. THISISPATHETIC. PRETTYQ. AWKWARD.

He wishes that Quackity can take one of his lives with an axe right now, not knowing what to do, he shoves the bouquet at Quackity, who seems surprised, hesitantly holding the bouquet in his hands, Quackity looks at Techno’s ruby eyes which are taking an interest at the wall.

Techno glances at Quackity, his face heating up each second as Quackity is still staring at him. “I-I just think that your place is p-pretty dull so you could u-use some flowers.” He cringes at himself for stuttering, Quackity scowls offendedly before inspecting the roses carefully.

“Did you pick them out by yourself?” Quackity asks, his expression softens when he sees the bandages around Techno’s hand. He turns around to put the bouquet on the table before heading back to Technoblade, grabbing the other’s hand, making Techno flinch at the contact.

“Let’s get you treated properly.” Quackity leads Techno to sit on the bed before getting some healing potions and more bandages. He carefully removes the ones on Techno’s hands and applies the potion on his skin. His touches are gentle and soft, Techno can’t help but use the opportunity to look at Quackity closely.

Looking closely, the freckles across the bridge of the avian’s nose are more visible. There’s faint small scars on his face too, they seem to be very old. Quackity’s discolored eye where the scar is located is more of a brown to blue gradient, with the brown slowly turning into a different color due to his injury. He shifts his ruby eyes toward the golden pair of wings, they’re very damaged and look painful, whoever did that to Quackity deserves hell.

BLOODFORTHEBLOODGODBLOODFORTHEBLOODGODBLOODFORTHEBLOODGODBLOODFORTHEBLOODGOD

“Techno, next time you’re injured just come to me. You don’t need to hurt yourself trying to help me out, y’know?” Quackity looks up at him, Techno finds himself nodding at the ravenette even if his mind is out of focus at the moment.

When the avian is finished, Techno takes a look at his hand, everything is bandaged up nicely, the pain was barely there. “You’re really good at this.” He blurts out randomly, Quackity looks at him surprised before laughing a bit.

“I used to get hurt a lot so better take precautions, y’know.” Quackity gives him a pained smile, whatever happened in his past must’ve affected the avian. 

“You should become a doctor.”

“E-Excuse me?”

“You should become a doctor, since you’re good with handling kids like Tommy and Tubbo along with people like me, and you’re good with first aid.” Techno explains more clearly, Quackity actually takes his suggestion in consideration as the ravenette starts to think a bit.

Techno’s eyes snap towards the trapdoor that connects to downstairs as he hears a creak of it opening, it immediately closes as he catches black and white disappearing downstairs along with faint purple particles fading into thin air.

“Is someone here beside me and you?” Techno asks Quackity who eyes widen before pushing Techno back onto the bed as he tries to investigate. 

“It’s probably just Myles messing around! Foxes can jump very high y’know?” Quackity laughs the topic off as he rambles on about flowers, trying to distract Techno. He tenses at the thought of Quackity hiding something from him, but it’s none of his business to find out anyways, he quickly focuses his attention on the ravenette.

“Also, may I ask why you picked roses?” An innocent question yet it makes Techno’s heart go miles per hour, Quackity clearly knows what each flower symbolizes, he picked such an obvious choice. 

“A-Ah, I was visiting my nephew when I saw a bush of roses- I thought they’d make a nice decoration…” Techno mumbles, he curses when the voices are trashing him in his mind.

WHATTHEHECK. TSUNDERE?! WIMP. AWWW. NERVOUSBLADE. LIAR. HEPROBABLYKNOWS. GUYSHEISTRYINGHISBEST. E. ANYTRUERS? 

fundy :] did he just grabs the roses with his bare hands LMAO :] the blood god’s mortal is very awkward :] but cute :] agreed :] does he think that our mortal is dumb? >:[ this is very obvious >:[

“Thanks for thinking about me then.” 

what the fuck :[ he really is that dense :[ our mortal is dumb and smart :[ someone get popcorn :[ wait we can’t eat :[ being a god SUCKS >:[

Techno looks away from Quackity, he’s going to get sick with the heat that insists on not leaving his face. Quackity blinks at him, his communicator rings, Techno looks down to see it’s a message from Wilbur.

WilburSoot

DID YOU DO IT?!

DON’T THINK ABOUT LEAVING ME ON READ.

WAIT YOU MIGHT BE WITH THE GUY STILL-

GET GET ‘EM, TECH!

“Is that your brother?” He jumps back when Quackity is peering over to look at the messages Wilbur sent. “A-Ah he’s just telling me to go back since Tommy caused some trouble-“ He lies quickly, the avian nods at him. They sit there awkwardly for a couple of minutes.

“So… Aren’t you supposed to go… home?”

“Y-Yeah uh… Goodbye-“ Techno stumbles over his words as he flees. Running towards his house, he sees that Wilbur is in the living room on the couch. Ignoring his brother he calls face first onto the cushion, hiding his red face from the world.

“How did it go, big man?” Wilbur pats his back, laughing slightly as Techno’s tail moves back and forth. He glances at Wilbur with his single ruby eye before sitting properly.

“… I told him his house looks dull.”

“Techno-“

“I think I offended him.”

“Surely you didn’t mess up that bad—“

“I ran away.”

Wilbur sighs at Techno who looks at the ground, embarrassed about making a fool out of himself in front of Quackity. 

“Techno, you can always try again! I’m sure you’ll be able to win Q’s heart!” 

“Somebody said Big Q?” The twins jump when they hear Tommy, the blonde is standing at the door, with dirt on his shirt from playing with Tubbo just now. The ram hybrid peeks over his shoulder, the two are very interested in their conversation.

“O-Oh hey Tommy!” Wilbur greets nervously, eyes darting from Techno to Tommy and Tubbo. The younger duo sits on the couch with the older, exhausted from their spar just now.

“Wilbur wanted to know about Quackity so I figured we should tell him.” Techno lies, Wilbur nodding to back him up. Tommy falls for it along with Tubbo, they quickly ramble about how their skills are progressing greatly.

“I wonder If i could ask Big Q to help me out with using the axe, he always has like seven of them in his chests!” Tommy turns to Tubbo, missing the way that he catches the attention of his older brothers.

“Yeah! And he’s good at cooking too, I wonder if he uses the axe to cook.” 

“No way! He probably uses that to take down bandits and bad guys!” Tommy makes a swinging gesture to demonstrate his statement, nearly hitting Techno’s face in the process.

“He has a cool scar too! He must be really good at fighting!” Tubbo says with sparkles in his eyes, the ram hybrid only met the avian once . And he already admires Quackity.

“Yeah! And he’s so cool and nice too! Man, I want him to be my brother!” The younger two laugh when Wilbur squawks jokingly. 

“That’s mean! But soon enough he might be your brother-in-law, who knows.” Wilbur jokes, making Techno punches his shoulder.

“What does that mean?” Tubbo asks, Tommy looks at his older brothers for an answer, Wilbur just gapes not expecting them to not know. Techno just drags Wilbur away from their younger brother and his friend.

♫’Your stupid face makes me insane

My heart feels like it's trapped up in cellophane

And everytime I try to unwrap the pain

I feel so ashamed’♫

“Try cooking for him! We all know you’re an amazing cook!”

Techno sighs as he’s being dragged away by his younger brother with his best friend next to them. 

When Tommy said that they’ll visit Quackity, Tubbo barely concealed his excitement. While Techno desperately wants to stay at home after his embarrassing attempt at showing affection to the avian.

Tommy, barging into the base like usual, finds no one there. Tubbo visibly deflates while Techno exhales in relief. “BIG Q!” Tommy shouts, the cave echoes his voice back at them, making the three winces. 

A minute later, a very tired Quackity comes up from the trapdoor, glaring daggers at them. Tommy just smiles as Tubbo waves at him, Techno decides to enjoy the details of the wall in silence.

“What do you guys want?” Quackity’s voice comes out raspy. He looks more tired than usual and his hair isn’t tied up but drapes over his shoulders.

“Big Q! You look like shit! Me and Tubbs wanted to know if you’ll teach us how to wield an axe!” Tommy says excitedly, Tubbo nods along as Techno decides to keep quiet about how sick the avian looks. He doesn’t miss the way Quackity’s small wings on the side of his head stretches out as his eyes widen.

“Have you ever considered using bows instead?” Quackity’s upper body drags itself up as he leans his face on his hand, his arms on the grass, not bothering to get out properly.

“Bows? But axes and swords are better at doing damage!” Tommy whines, Tubbo looks at the avian as he gets what the older is on about.

“Tommy, bows are very effective in combat when it comes to long distances, you’ll have less chance of losing. Besides, if you want to do heavy damage, just use crossbows, they’re the same thing.” 

“What?! Techno is this true?!” Tommy turns over to his brother who nods.

“Well… If you’re dealing with an opponent skilled in close combat, it’s better to increase your chance of winning by shooting from afar.” Techno explains, the way Tommy’s eyes lit up along with Tubbo’s brings a smile onto his face. 

He flinches when he feels someone’s hand on his shoulder, he turns to see a grinning Quackity looking at him. Techno looks away immediately, his face turning red, ignoring Tubbo’s knowing look.

“Wait for me here, I have some bows and arrows downstairs.” Quackity says as he climbs down, Tommy jumping in excitement as Tubbo keeps throwing glances at Techno.

True to his words, Quackity has a lot of arrows in a bag and three bows with a crossbow in hand. He gives Tommy the crossbow as the boy squeals happily.

“HOLY SHIT! THIS LOOKS SO COOL!”

“WHY DOES TOMMY GET THE CROSSBOW?!”

“Now kids, no one is getting the crossbow. You all have to go through the basics first.” He shoves two bows to each of them, Technoblade watches as they both groan in displeasure.

“Don’t forget these.” Quackity says as he gives each of them a pile of arrows, the two best friends put their own stacks in their bag.

Quackity leads them all to go away from his cave, to a clear part of the forest. They stops in front of a tree as the avian takes his own bow to aim at the tree, he pulls back and—

Thunk!

“HOLY SHIT!” The young duo yells as Quackity’s arrow hits the center of the tree, he comes over to pick the arrow out of the wood to see a mark on it. 

“What I want you guys to do is try your best to hit that mark.” As the ravenette instructs each of them how to aim properly, Techno watches how professional the avian is as he couldn’t help but smile a bit.

PRETTY. BEAUTIFUL. SKILLED. AMAZING. LOVE? LOVE! BIRDIE. Q. 

Tommy’s first attempt was shit. He lets go of the string halfway, making the arrow bounce off lightly onto the ground. But fortunately, the blonde is stubborn so he refuses to fail.

Tubbo misses his first shot, it lands on the tree behind their target. His eyes widened in disbelief as he brags to Quackity who ruffles his hair, causing Tommy to squawks in jealousy.

It turns into a friendly competition between the two friends, Tommy slowly improving his shots and Tubbo improves his accuracy. The ram’s hybrid manages to hit near the target, but another arrow knocks it off. Tommy grins mischievously while Tubbo cries dramatically.

Time flies fast when having fun, the skies turn orange as Quackity groans “Ah! I forgot to make dinner!” Technoblade perks up at this, he could use this chance!

“Let me do it, you should stay with the two of ‘em, who knows what they might do without an adult.” Not waiting for an answer, he walks into the cave, checking the chests near the furnace. 

His heart beats wildly as Techno decides on what to eat, he’s a good cook considering how his brothers are shit at cooking and Philza is mostly away. There’s potatoes and carrots, along with eggs, and meat. 

He takes some spare coal and the ingredients with him. Starting the furnace, he cooks the steak first, while waiting for it, he prepares the potatoes before boiling them. Techno doesn’t forget to add vegetables because those are Tubbo’s favorite.

Techno focuses on preparing dinner, ignoring the occasional shouts from Tommy and Tubbo’s laughter. 

After thirty minutes or more, Techno puts the plates onto the table, cooks steak with potatoes, and Tubbo's plate has more vegetables on it. As if on cue, the trio walks in, Tommy and Tubbo covered in sweat and dirt… and bandages.

“What.”

“Tommy fell trying to use the crossbow.” 

Tommy shushes Quackity up, changing the subject “BIG T! WE’RE HUNGRY!” He grabs Tubbo’s hand and runs to take a seat. The two kids have sparkles in their eyes at the plates in front of them, Quackity laughs while Techno chuckles.

Techno focuses on Quackity, heart beating wildly in his chest, his tail hovering from the ground. Quackity sees this and looks at him nervously, decides not to comment on his behavior.

While the two kids are eating like wild animals, Quackity takes his plate to walk away. “Uh, Quackity where are you going?”

“A-Ah, I’m taking this back to my room downstairs, I’m not hungry right now.” The avian scratches the back of his head nervously, hiding the fact that he’s giving his dinner to Ranboo because it’s very late and the kid is way more important than him.

Technoblade, not knowing this, feels a sword stab through his chest. Tommy watches his brother as his colors comically drain away from him, leaving him disappointed and shocked. “O-Okay.” Tommy wants to laugh, Tubbo looks at Techno sympathetically.

WHY. RIP. L. AHAHAHAHAH. THISISTOOSAD. QWHY. FOOD. WENEEDFOOD. BIRDIE? OURHEART.

i wonder if the blood god’s mortal is alright :[ that must’ve sucked :[ but ranboo :] protect ranboo :] euros our beloved :] protect the child :] 

The piglin hybrid watches Quackity go downstairs before plopping down on his own seat dreadfully. Ignoring his plate altogether as he takes this as another failure. 

“Big T, are you going to eat that or not?” Techno shakes his head and Tommy immediately steals his plate. Tubbo laughs nervously, the brunette isn’t as oblivious as his best friend to Techno’s behavior. 

That night, when they all return, Tommy and Tubbo brag about their lessons while Technoblade sulks in his room.

♫‘Oh but you don't know how I feel, mm

It's like everyday I'm runnin' uphill

Oh, why can't I just spit it out and tell you right now

That you're the one I want out loud?’♫ 

“Alright… Try to get to know him! Talk! Communication! Although that will be a challenge for you… But he’ll find that odd so maybe he’ll take a hint?”

So here he is, walking with Tommy to Quackity’s house once again for training. Tubbo was sick so he couldn’t come.

To say Techno is a little salty about Quackity saving his dinner for later is an understatement, the piglin hybrid couldn’t sleep for days thinking that he’s been rejected by the avian indirectly. But Wilbur, being the good brother he is, comforts him.

Besides, he must do it now, Tommy is leaving at the end of January and so is he. He wouldn’t be able to meet the avian for a long time.

“Big Q!” Tommy runs up to hug the avian, and Quackity smiles at the kid. The ravenette looks up to make eye contact with Technoblade, waving at him which he nervously waves back.

“Where’s Tubbo, kiddo?” Quackity asks, making Tommy pouts.

“He’s sick, we were sparring in the rain yesterday but I’m a big man so I’m completely fine!” He laughs, Quackity flicks his forehead for being as stupid as playing in the rain.

“You want to try the bow or the crossbow?” Tommy immediately yells ‘CROSSBOW’ and he runs off to the training area with his weapon in hand, not waiting for Quackity or Techno.

“He’s very energetic isn’t he?” Techno asks casually, if possible this is the best attempt from him trying to start a conversation.

“He is, he’s a kid so it’s only natural for him to be living his best moments.” Quackity mutters. Techno cocks his head sideways, the way the avian says it makes it seem like he’s… afraid, worried, scared and knows that something will happen to Tommy eventually.

BIRDIE? PROTECTTOMMY. BROTHERINNIT. PROTECT. THREATGONE. BEGONETHREAT. WHATISHEHIDING.

zephyr :[ xd >:[ protect the child :[ threat >:[ save the children >:[ no matter what :[ burn the world down to protect them >:[ 

“Do you have a younger sibling? You seem pretty good with kids.” Techno asks, ignoring the way Quackity tenses up. 

“I don’t know my parents so I don’t know…” The ravenette answers, even if it did answer his question, still doesn’t explain how attached Quackity is with Tommy and Tubbo, and his motherly attitude towards children.

A bark makes them both look at the source of the sound, Xavier runs to lay on Quackity’s lap, making the avian laughs at the wolf’s adorable antic. Techno smiles at the ravenette petting Xavier, he doesn’t miss the way Quackity’s face saddens looking at the wolf.

“Does the wolf remind you of someone?” A simple question yet has such a great impact on Quackity’s expression. At first, his multi-colored eyes widened in horror as if Techno just exposed him of committing murder, then grief and sadness before morphing back to his usual bored look.

“Maybe… Maybe not.” Quackity whispers under his breath barely loud enough for Techno to catch on.

“Phil did teach me to speak some languages… It’s not hard to tell that each of your pets have a unique name that holds a big meaning…” In fact, they seem carefully chosen. Techno is smart enough to know each of them resembles a dear person in Quackity’s life. 

“Ah, Technoblade, sometimes it’s best to leave something as a mystery.” Quackity says, it’s not a threat —thankfully— the avian smiles at him playfully. 

“Say… Aren’t you leaving… Next week?” Techno’s mood sours, it’s not like he doubts Phil’s decisions, it’s just that he wants to be with his brothers, one who is too carefree for his own good and the other is too reckless for his own good. But then again, maybe he’d get something out of this trip.

“I’ll miss you a lot, y’know?” Snapping his head towards Quackity, the other laughs at how fast his reaction is. The way his traitorous tail swings around doesn’t hide how happy he is to hear that from the avian. 

“Your presence is calming… It’s nice knowing there’s someone like me.” As if on cue, the voices in his head stop, even the wind ceases. The only sound available at the moment is Tommy’s small shouts of curses and his crossbow. 

Techno’s heart yearns for more, to break the silence, to say something. But Techno himself feels that this is enough, sitting with Quackity knowing the other appreciates his presence is enough. He wouldn’t dare to ask for more from the avian. 

“Big Q! Something is wrong with my crossbow!” Tommy does the job for him, but not exactly in the way he hoped for. Quackity sits up and walks over to his brother. Techno’s eyes catch something bright falling out from the avian and on instinct he grabs it.

In his hand is a single yellow feather that fell from Quackity’s wings, the item looks so pure by itself, with its bright color lying in the middle of his palm. Techno looks at the back of the owner of the feather before smiling to himself.

He doesn’t care about his feelings, he only cares about Quackity. 

Despite the voices’ protests, Techno doesn’t mind staying friends with the avian, hell, he’s lucky that they’re friends, he shouldn’t be asking for more at all. 

As if trying to reach him, a light breeze passes by him, slightly carrying his pink locks with it. He clutches the feather in his hand and watches Quackity with his younger brother.

beautiful, isn’t he? :)

Indeed he is.

♫’I guess I'll stop here and not hint at all

That you're one I've fallen for

But if you ever think of me as anything more

I'll be here at your call…’♫

“Techno.”

The piglin hybrid turns around to face his father. Philza Minecraft looks at him firmly, there’s no way Techno is getting away with this one.

Lately, he’s been ignoring Philza to visit Quackity or hang out with his brothers. He doesn’t feel like talking to his father, he’s not frustrated with their planned trip but he knows that he wants to be with Tommy and Wilbur.

“Yes Phil?” 

“We need to talk.” Philza turns around and walks to their family’s library which is located underground as their basement. Wilbur would spend all of his time down there but he’s in charge of taking care of Tommy and Tubbo today, leaving the room free for Techno and Phil.

Pulling out a chair to sit down, Techno hides any signs of nervousness on his face, keeping his expression blank, trying to follow Philza but he knows the elder enough to say that the blonde is not pleased with his past actions of ignoring him.

“Look, Techno, I know you’re mad at me.” Philza finally breaks the firm look on his face to replace it with his usual one, releasing some tension in the air for Techno’s sake, he knows the pinkette doesn’t deal well under pressure.

“I do not want to separate you from your brothers, but it can’t be helped. What do you think is the point of this trip we’re taking tomorrow morning?” That is a question Techno asks himself multiple times, he just can’t put his fingers around it, there’s nothing wrong with him, he’s perfectly happy with his current life, he’s also capable of defending himself and his brothers so why must he go on one of Philza’s important trips?—

“To train.” He answers, there’s no other possibility other than that. He knows Philza is strong, he is too, but what is really the point of training him to be stronger? It’s not like he’ll be in a war anytime soon—

“That, and to control the Blood God.” Philza adds in.

WHAT? CONTROLUS? AREYOUINSANE? WECANNOTBECONTROLLED. BLOODFORTHEBLOODGOD. WEDEMANDBLOOD. ANDFREEDOM. WEHAVEOUROWNRIGHTS. WHEREISOURBIRDIE.

“Techno, you remember when we first met?” 

“You mean when I was almost sold away? Of course I do.” He will never forget, it’s the same day he got these annoying voices in the first place.

“Well, it wasn’t me that killed those bandits y’know.” Techno breath hitches, Philza isn’t joking, he always thought it was the avian who killed those bastards because Philza was the only one there except—

“It was you.” 

Even the voices go quiet. 

“You killed them.” Philza says again, Techno’s eye twitches as he slams his hands on the table. 

“Phil, if this is a joke, it’s not funny- You told me that it was you who killed them!” Techno goes on, his voice is shaky but judging by the look on Philza’s face, it wasn’t a joke, it was him who killed them.

“Phil you can’t be serious- There’s no way I’d do that.” Techno tries again, an attempt to lie to himself, to run away from what seems to be the truth. Philza has enough of him as he withdraws his sword out. and moving too quick for Techno to see, presses the blade against his neck.

The blade digs into his skin as blood spills out, as if being triggered, Techno’s passes out. He doesn’t know what happens, just that he can’t recall anything he does afterwards.

Once he wakes up, it’s Philza that he sees first. But what catches his eyes are the wings behind the older man’s back, there are signs of the wings being injured as feathers are everywhere in the room. 

Not just the feathers, the furniture are all wrecked, the books have fallen over with each one torn apart, scratch marks lay on the wall and the visible signs of blood being spilled scares him the most.

“P-Phil?”

Philza still has his sword pointed right at Techno. There’s blood on the blade, his blood.

BLOODFORTHEBLOODGOD.BLOODFORTHEBLOODGOD.BLOODFORTHEBLOODGOD.E.ATTACK.BLOODFORTHEBLOODGOD.BLOODFORTHEBLOODGOD.

“I figured it’s better to show you.” Philza says, his eyes distant. Techno slowly looks back down at his hands, there’s blood all over them, his white shirt is now stained red, his pink hair falling over his face.

“If you don’t learn how to control the God inside you, you’ll get yourself and others around you killed, Techno.” Others?

“You’ll have to get stronger to make the God submit to you. You want to protect Wilbur and Tommy, right?” Techno nods, he can’t find his voice to respond.

“We’ll be leaving tomorrow.”

Techno and Philza leave their home before the sun rises. Wilbur and Tommy both sleeping in their rooms, they won’t even know about his departure. Even if he’s leaving one day earlier, he doesn’t have a reason to stay longer especially after what Philza has shown him.

Draping his royal red cloak around him, they both walk towards their destination. It’s still snowing heavily outside, but that isn’t going to stop him.

The wind pushes him back as if stopping him from leaving, Techno doesn’t let that get in his way. As he keeps walking, leaving footprints behind on the snow that soon will disappear. 

Phil has told him the trip will last either 10 weeks or months, maybe longer, depending on how well he progresses. 

When they make it to the portal, Philza goes and lights it up. The terrific sounds that radiate from the portal itself disturbs him but it’s still nothing compared to the ones he’s stuck with. 

“Are you ready, Techno?” Philza looks back at him, Techno, who’s just about to step forward, suddenly runs in the other direction. Startling Philza, the older man shouts for his name but judging by the bag that Techno brought with him is still with Philza, he doesn’t chase after his son.

Techno runs and runs, his lungs feel like they’re on fire despite the cold temperature of the snow biome. His hair flying wildly from the wind, he must look crazy to anyone nearby. The sun is starting to rise, but he needs to say goodbye to someone for departing for god knows how long.

Seeing grass starting to appear in the snow, shows him that he’s out of the snow biome finally but it’s raining. He’ll be able to catch up with Philza later. Running through the woods, Techno runs past the tree with marks on it that Tommy deems as his enemy, he only stops when he reaches the mouth of the cave.

Panting heavily, ignoring the fact his clothes are soaked, he can’t help but let a smile break on his face when he sees Quackity still awake and making tea so early in the morning. The avian rubs his eye, still sleepy, but registers his presence nonetheless.

“Techno?…” Quackity asks, looking at him through his mis colored eyes before they widen when Techno runs at him. 

He squawks when Techno hugs him tightly, Quackity has never been an affectionate person so he tries to get away, but hearing the slight sobbing from the pinkette reminds him that this isn’t the Blood God that killed him. Quackity understands the need of someone to be comforted, so he gives in.

“Techno? What’s wrong?” Quackity asks, slighting cringing at the coldness of Techno’s body on his. After a while, Techno finally lets him go to look at him with a tear stained face. His even ruby red eyes shine more than usual.

“Quackity… I’m leaving.”

“Leaving? Aren’t you leaving for the trip tomorrow?- And how long?-“

“Quackity, I want you to come with me.” 

Quackity stands there shellshocked, Techno holds his hands tightly with his own, determination in his eyes. The avian knows that the piglin hybrid is serious, and a part of Quackity wants to accept… But…

“Techno, won’t your dad be mad?” Techno shakes his head “He’ll understand, this trip is for me so I want you to come along.” For him? Quackity wonders.

he’s for real :[ won’t the angel of death be mad? :[ i do not wish to end my journey here :[ but it could be interesting :] what else do we have to lose? :] wait- we do have something to lose :[ euros :[

“… I’m sorry, Techno. But I can’t.” With that, Quackity pulls his hands back, for them to hang limply by his sides. He tries to not look at the hurt look on Techno’s face that morphs into disappointment. 

“But you’ll be back won’t you?” He tries to somehow sort Techno’s pain but judging on how his ears droop down, it seems like he failed.

“It might take months… Or maybe years.” Techno answers as regret flashes through Quackity’s eyes, but at the same time, realization.

“Techno…” The pinkette looks back up at the ravenette just to be pulled into a hug. 

“Please, whatever happens, don’t change, alright? I’ll be waiting for you here.” Quackity says against Techno’s shirt, as the taller cries again.

Techno is scared. Quackity knows it. 

But scared of what exactly?

Watching Techno leave his cave hurts Quackity a bit. It’s raining heavily outside but the pinkette insists that he’ll be fine. 

“That dumbass, he’ll catch a cold the moment he reaches Phil.” Quackity says angrily to himself. 

He woke up so early this morning because of the rain. A lightning struck nearby causing him to startle awake, but he didn’t expect Techno to come visit him looking so… depressed.

Judging how Wilbur and Tommy will move to the Dream SMP tomorrow, this will be the last time he’ll see Technoblade and it won’t be long before the Blood God comes back. 

Quackity could’ve seen for himself what changes Techno so drastically, from a soft hearted boy to the cold blooded killer that he knows from his time. But he can’t just leave Ranboo alone.

A crash from the basement startles Quackity, acting on instinct he takes out his axe to climb downstairs slowly. Taking the torch from the wall, he sees a shadow of someone at the end of the hallway.

He sees red when he spots the door to Ranboo’s room is knocked down. “Hey!” Quackity shouts, alerting the figure to turn to look at him.

The ravenette nearly drops his axe when he sees their face. The messy black and white hair with a golden crown on top won’t fool anyone. It’s Ranboo, but the kid isn’t himself. His eyes… His red and green eyes are replaced with a vibrant purple.

“Ranboo?…” He whispers in disbelief as ‘Ranboo’ charges at him. Quackity can’t bring himself to hurt the kid as he blocks the sharp claws with his axe. 

“Ranboo, wake up! It’s me!” He shouts loudly, hoping Ranboo will wake up from whatever this is. With a closer look he can see steams coming from the kid, and burn marks which only appear when he’s making contact with water.

Water.

euros! :[ quackity! :[ don’t hurt ranboo! :[ save ranboo! :[ he’s not himself! :[ guys shut up we might die :[ fuck you whoever controls the weather :[ what’s the point of being a god if you can’t control the weather :[ wait we’re the wind :|

His grip on his axe falters slightly and Ranboo’s claws hit his chest. Blood spilling out as Ranboo screeches before running away upstairs. 

Quackity ignores the pain on his chest and the amount of blood spilling out, he chases after Ranboo. 

“RANBOO DON’T!” Quackity screams when Ranboo runs away into the forest where it’s raining heavily. He sees one drop of rain land on Ranboo as the kid teleports away. Leaving no trace for Quackity to find him.

“Fuck…” Quackity’s footing falters as he falls onto the ground. He’s losing too much blood- at this rate if he doesn’t find a potion to heal himself he’ll—

Quackity was slain by Ranboo

Chapter Text

Quackity wakes up with a gasp, he sits up to clutch against his chest. Unzipping his blue jacket and pulling up his shirt, he inspected the very visible claw marks on his skin. 

Another one to add to the collection. 

He knows that he’s immortal, but the feeling of respawning after dying is still too disturbing for him. Quackity makes it his plan to avoid death, any way possible.

The sky hasn’t changed at all, and it’s still raining heavily outside. Quackity curses under his breath as he quickly finds his cloak and drapes it over himself.

Opening the door of his room, he runs past his animal companions. The hallway still looks the same, wrecked. That means he actually died, and Ranboo was gone.

Taking his axe leaning on the wall, Quackity climbs the ladder while checking his communicator. The message that notifies his death was just sent two minutes ago. 

The only people who can see the message are Ranboo, Tommy and Techno, the siblings believe that he has one life to live. Techno might not get the message if he’s already gone through the nether portal he mentioned to Quackity that he will take to get to his destination because private communications cannot be reached in the nether unless it’s for an SMP.

Quackity startled to a stop in his tracks when he heard Xavier’s howling for his presence. All of his pets are still here… Looking down onto the ground of his cave, his blood is still there… 

But Ranboo…

“I’m sorry guys, I’ll be back.” He turns away and runs.

He doesn’t know where he is going.

He just runs and hopes that he’ll find Ranboo.

It’s still dark out, if he remembers correctly, the sun won’t rise until an hour. He’ll have to work what he can.

The rain drops heavily on his cloak, Quackity doesn’t care. His wings are wet, so is his hair. It doesn’t matter.

What matters most is Ranboo.

“RANBOO!” Quackity screams at the top of his lungs, ignoring the way his chest aches a bit. God, he wishes he still has Ossium.

The moment he starts to see scratch marks on trees, his hope increases, Quackity takes out his axe when he hears the familiar sound of Ranboo screeching.

HURRY :[ EUROS >:[ RANBOO >:[ IS HE HURT? >:[ WHO DID IT. RANBOO WE ARE COMING. DON’T DIE ON US LIKE WE DID. bro we gotta be serious >:[ wrong typing style author >:[ 

Acting entirely on instinct, Quackity sprints and swings his axe at the first person he does not recognize. Luckily, he didn’t hit Ranboo as the kid was cowering behind him, sheltering himself inside a small cave from the rain.

“Q-Quackity!” Ranboo stutters, it seems like whatever happened to him was over, that’s a relief. 

“What the fuck did you do?!” One of the bandits screams as he clutches the wound Quackity inflicted on his arm. 

“H-Holy shit! It’s you!” One shouts in recognition, Quackity can’t say the feeling is mutual. The guy keeps trying to negotiate with his comrades to run away, not that it will be possible when they hurted Ranboo.

purge them all :] do not let them run away :] free them :] their souls belongs to us :)

“That guy took one of my canon lives before! I don’t want to die!” Immediately Quackity’s eyes shift to the scar on the coward’s neck… Did he do that? Probably.

“Ranboo, listen to me. Run away and find shelter immediately! It might hurt you trying to find one but do it. I’ll distract them.” Quackity whispers to Ranboo, who is about to protest against the idea of leaving him behind but the words get stuck in his throat when the avian gives him a glare, one that sends thrills down his spine. 

Ranboo quickly picks up his crown and runs away, leaving the bandits to break apart from their discussion.

“HEY! THAT FUCKER IS WORTH A FORTUNE!” Ignoring the coward’s warning, their leader draws his sword out and swings at Quackity who is quickly to block it with his axe.

Quackity doesn’t think that he’ll have to spill blood ever again before stepping into the SMP. He raises his leg up to kick another one trying to attack him, jumping back from the force of his own kick.

He quickly balances himself as he dodges one’s sword coming for his neck to slice them by their side. The scream of the bandit overlaps the sound of rain pouring down on all of them, startling his comrades. Quackity doesn’t give one fuck about the big wound he inflicted on the criminal as he quickly pins him down onto the wet grass.

“One more move and I’ll send you to god.” The struggling body underneath his stops. Quackity’s scarred eye looks at the other bandits which stand frozen on their spot.

Just as he’s about to say something, Quackity loses his grip on the weapon he’s holding to grab the scar on his chest. The leader takes this opportunity to kick him off their subordinate. 

He fells onto his back and lets out a hiss of pain. The rest of the bandits pins him down, one takes out a rope that was meant for Ranboo and ties him up.

“Not so cocky now, are we?” They mock him as Quackity tries his best to look at their smug expressions through his half lidded eyes. He leans forward to bite the hand that takes his cloak off.

“See! He is a hybrid! We’ll make a fortune with this one! Look at the abnormal wings on his head!” The coward speaks up with more confidence as if he didn’t yelp when he nearly got bitten.

“How about we send this fella to one of those underground fighting arenas? He’s a feisty one.” A second one speaks up, slightly kicking his wings open. 

“If he wins his fights, he’ll make us more money than just selling him to a rich owner.” Their leader agrees.

sell? :[ lock away? :[ fighting? >:[ we are the god of freedom! our mortal will not be locked away! >:[ our mortal hates senseless killing the most! >:[

“Go fuck yourselves.” Quackity sneers. 

“We won’t be able to sell you away with a good price with you looking beaten up like you are already. How about we find that enderman friend of yours instead?”

That gets Quackity to shut up immediately. If looks could kill, all of the bandits would’ve been dead by the stare Quackity is giving them, full of warning and promises of pain if they touch Ranboo.

“Let’s go boys, we have a hybrid to deliver.” The leader quickly says, as his subordinates pick up Quackity despite the struggle he puts on, his communicator and weapon lay on the grass uselessly as he gets carried away.

❝Techno? What’s wrong? You’ve been acting weirder than usual. ❞

➤PhilzaMinecraft

❝… Don’t worry about it Phil, it’s the voices again. ❞

➤Technoblade 

Life sucks, everything sucks.

Quackity sits on the chair supplied by the underground arena that he’d been sent to. He hangs his head down, his hair hiding his face as he stares down at the cuffs provided for him.

Quackity knows damn well what it feels like to be trapped mentally with nowhere to go but never physically. The voices in his head are louder than ever, begging for freedom and a way to escape to the point where he got to shout out loud for them to shut up.

One thing besides the cuffs is that he is shirtless. Only his blue pants with white stripes on the sides stay on, showing all the scar on his body from his past lives. Especially the barely visible burnt scar that covers half of his body from both of the Minecraft brothers during the Manberg era. The reason for this is to show off his wings, his useless wings that are only for show.

“Prepare yourself, Contestant 2812. Your debut is next.” The security guard barks at him. Gosh, how much he hates that nickname. If he could end himself right here right now, he would. But the most annoying thing of all is on his neck. They put a collar on his neck.

A collar that apparently sends electric shocks whenever he goes against them or hurts himself, it’s only programmed to knock him out, not to kill him.

Quackity swears, when he gets out of here, he’ll be murdering those stupid bandits first.

“You’re up 2812.” The guard says as he holds him by the chains attached to his collar and leads Quackity to the door like a dog . He nearly acted like one out of spite.

The lights that greets him right after he walks up the stairs are extremely bright. The sound of people cheering nearly makes his ears go deaf. He adjusts his eyesight to look around, most of the audience are human wearing expensive accessories… He’ll steal some when he frees himself.

“Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the debut of a new contestant, 2812!” A voice radiating from the speaker hypes the audience up as they cheer louder, Quackity sneers at all of them, ignoring how some send him disgusted looks.

“As you all can see! This newbie doesn’t look like much but do not underestimate his fighting spirits! He is one feisty one with beautiful wings! Look at those hanging on the side of his head! How can he hear us? So many mysteries!” The voice says again, drawing the attention of the audience to his weirdly placed extra wings. Some cowers away when he looks at them.

Quackity walks into the cage which gives everyone a clear view of him from the outside, his opponent doesn’t look like much.

They’re a ram hybrid… Now that brings back memories. Their hair is white and messy. Bruises are all over the face of the ram as their hazel orbs stare at Quackity in fear. Their body is well built, more muscles than his but less scars.

“His opponent for today will be the amatuer, 2006! Rams are known to be dangerous creatures! How can the duckling survive this?!” The crowd laughs along with the speaker. Offending Quackity. By the looks of it, he is sure that the poor guy doesn’t even know how to fight much.

“I-I’m sorry! I have to win or else they’ll kill me!” The ram begs, Quackity nods in understanding, he doesn’t plan on fighting either way. As if against him, the guard pulls on the chains of his collar, choking him slightly as he glares at the motherfucker afterwards.

“Place your bets, ladies and gentlemen! We’ll be starting in… 3! 2! 1!”

FIGHT.

His opponent charges head first into him, Quackity takes the blow —more painful than expected— and falls onto his back. Coughing out some blood onto the stage. The audience booed at him for his bad performance, as if he’ll fight on his own will.

“I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry-“ The guy mutters waves of apologies at him as he keeps stomping on Quackity’s stomach. The avian bites his lips to keep from grunting in pain. 

Not being able to take it anymore, he rolls to the side and avoids a kick. Quickly standing up as he wastes his time to readjust his eyesight, the ram is preparing to charge at him again.

This time, Quackity dodges the moment he shoots himself at him. His horns get stuck between the gaps of the iron bars. Giving Quackity time to recover.

“Wait! We don’t have to fight!” Quackity shouts at the ram hybrid, his voice overlapping the boo’s from the audience. After freeing himself, hazel eyes look at him with tears staining his cheeks.

“I- I have too! Or else they’ll kill my brother!” The ram hybrid sobs out as he lands a punch on Quackity’s face. The ravenette lets him do whatever he wants as he takes the hits, after all… The guy needs the win more than Quackity.

“Fight back already!”

“This is boring!”

“Kill him!” 

“This is easy money! Hah!”

The guard looks around at the reaction of the guests as he takes out his communicator to call for the higher ups.

Quackity nearly goes unconscious, as he thought ‘finally’. Only to be woken up by the electricity going through his body as he screams in pain.

LET US OUT :[ WE WANT TO BE FREE :[ FIGHT BACK, WIN THIS, WE HATE FEELING PAIN :[

The voices scream inside his head, he can hear their emotions spilling out. Fear, desperation, pain, hurt.

No matter what, gods are still gods. Immortal beings that cannot define his worth, their words do not matter in any circumstances. He knows damn well from Techno. Good or bad, gods are still gods. A being you cannot trust.

:[

His body moves on his own, Quackity dodges the next punch as he lands one of his own to the opponent’s stomach. Silencing the crowd, Quackity kicks the ram’s head continuously, ignoring the cries coming from the person below him. 

Slowly, his vision shifts from the white haired ram hybrid to a terribly familiar brown haired one. Hazel eyes are now bright yellow looking at him mockingly. Quackity stomps on their face hard , he can hear the cracking sound of teeth falling out but cannot see the person underneath him.

“That’s enough!” His assigned guard pulls him off his opponent and finally he sees who he was attacking.

The crowd cheers for his victory, as the speaker announces their winner. Ignoring the bloodied and beaten up body laying on the floor, his opponent’s white hair now stained red with his teeth out of place, face barely recognizable.

“What a blast that was! The newbie of tonight’s show gave us a big surprise!”

He- He didn’t do that… Did he?

Surely not!

“I- I have too! Or else they’ll kill my brother!”

That guy has a brother waiting for him!

“You were a beast out there.” Is the last thing his guard said to him before tossing him back into his room. Leaving Quackity to look down at his bloodied hands and feet. Everything happened too fast for him to register anything! His body wasn’t his own back then! It’s not his fault, right?!

It’s the gods.

we’re sorry :[ it’s for our safety! :[ we don’t like pain! :[ you would’ve gotten yourself killed! :[

“My life is NOT FOR YOU TO DECIDE.” Quackity screams inside his cell. “You gods know NOTHING about what’s good for me!”

we’re sorry! :[

Gods only know what’s good for themselves, they’re superior beings after all. Quackity heard all about that from one himself.

“Quackity, you don’t understand. I do not care about what you have to offer me in exchange to survive! I am god! Everyone, everything around me does not matter! In this world, the cruel and evil always wins-”

“-And those who help others before themselves will suffer a cruel fate.” He quietly growls the last part low under his breath, he’ll prove the bastard wrong.

that’s why you can’t die yet, you still have ranboo :[

“2812, clean yourself up. You’ll be going up next.” His guard opens the door to his room, throws a wet cloth at him before leaving right after his eyes meet Quackity’s fierce ones.

“Did you think you could kill me, Quackity? You think you can prevent justice from happening? You think what’s going on is good? Don’t fool me, you guys rebuilt a country from scratch but same old corrupted government system. Quackity, you are smart but you must know-“

“You? Kill me? Quackity you’re just a weakling in the server, you’re even weaker than Tubbo! You only know how to work that brain of yours but can’t fight at all! Power is your only card but what can you do once your hands are empty?-“

“You cannot kill a god.”

“I still have approximately 3 months from now. Better make use of the time.” Quackity says to himself as he wipes the blood with the cloth.

what about tommy?! :[ ranboo?! :[ they might be in danger! :[ didn’t you tell us tommy lost TWO of his lives during the war?! :[

“As if I’ll let that happen.”

❝Tommy? What’s wrong?❞

➤WilburSoot

❝W-Wilbur, I think Techno and dad left us already. ❞

➤Tommyinnit 

“Techno, focus.”

The pinkette grunts in pain as his father kicks him for the upteenth time that day. They’ve been training nonstop for 2 days already with food and sleep breaks. 

Techno wipes the sweat off his forehead, the climate of the Nether is supposed to be the environment he grew up within for two years. His body however still suffers difficulties adjusting to the heat.

He gets up and holds his sword forward, charging at the older man. Philza watches him with no changes to his expression as he blocks the weapon with his cane.

Techno keeps swinging his weapon at Philza who only meets his attacks by blocking them. One of them catches him off guard when Phil directs his swing away, making him lose his balance as the blond delivers a kick to his abdomen. 

The pinkette falls back to block Philza’s weapon, his mentor is going on the offensive this time as Techno multi-tasks on avoiding the upcoming kicks and swings. 

“If you keep letting your opponent overpowers you then you might as well give up.” Philza speaks coldly as he kicks Techno’s side. The younger falls back onto the ground as he catches his breath. 

“T-That’s not fair… You’re way more stronger than me….”

“That’s why I’m training you. Nothing is fair in a fight, you’ll die in a battle, you’ll kill in a battle. That’s how the world works.” Techno tries not to wince underneath Philza’s cold grey eyes.

He gets up, tries to ignore the bruises all over his body. Techno is doing this for his brothers, he’ll have to protect them no matter what. That is his job.

“Isn’t your hair bothering you? You can cut it off, you know.” Philza crosses his arms, head tilted to the side as he nods towards Techno’s pink hair. Said person looks at his hair spilling over his shoulders, it is indeed annoying for such a harsh climate in the nether.

“Techno, you’re really beautiful.”

The pinkette spits out his tea, face almost matching with his hair color. Quackity, oblivious to his reaction, continues to brush his hair. 

“Your hair is really beautiful and unique, I almost mistaken you for a pretty girl too.” The ravenette says, Techno has been approached by guys before asking for his contact just to retreat when hearing his voice. 

“I get that a lot…” Techno mumbles, ears drooping down slightly. Quackity hums a tune as he brushes the piglin hybrid’s hair “Anyone would be lucky to spend their life with you.” Techno hides his face between his hands without knowing what the avian actually meant… ‘You’ll be willing to take down a whole army for them’ Quackity thinks.

“… W-Well, I think you’re pretty too.” Techno’s tail wags around, Quackity seems taken back as his expression saddens a little to Techno’s confusion. 

“You’re just flattering me.” The avian laughs it off as a joke but it was no joke for Techno. 

“I mean it, your wings are beautiful. They remind me of gold…” He turns his head back to look at them, despite the broken condition they are in, the feathers never seem to lose their gradient. A beautiful gold color that shines under the sun.

“Your eyes too. One reminds me of my everyday morning coffee which is my favorite. The other reminds me of clear water that reflects the sky, sometimes I can see what’s going on inside it.” Techno looks up, his red eyes meet the ones he would find himself mesmerized in. His hands reach up to hold the avian’s face so Quackity can see that he’s serious.

The blush that appears on Quackity’s face is a sight to see, his eyes wide and mouth slightly open, the odd wings on the side of his head ruffling up in surprise. They look at each other for a few minutes with Techno smiling reassuringly at him while Quackity is still in shock.

“D-Don’t compare my wings with your beautiful hair. Mine is broken.” Quackity pulls back and looks away in shame.

“That’s not true, I’m sure they can still work if you take care of them!” Techno turns to face Quackity, his hands holding the avian’s scarred ones. 

“How about this, we’ll both take care of the things we like about each other! I’ll take care of my hair and you’ll take care of your wings from now on!” Techno’s body leans forward automatically, his face inches away from Quackity’s.

.

.

.

“Wow, Techno this is the most you’ve spoken.” The ravenette grins smugly when Techno comes to a realization, turning bright red and suddenly his confidence from before shrinks at a face pace. He backs away immediately while his hands flying around trying to explain himself.

Quackity laughs “Alright, It’s a promise. Techno wouldn’t be Techno without his pink hair now wouldn’t he?” 

“No, I’ll keep it this way.” Techno smiles to himself as Philza sighs. 

“Whatever you say, come on get up.”

The moment Techno gets back up on his feet, his sword steady in his hand, Philza strikes again. This time, Techno is able to keep his momentum while staying on the defensive side.

“Big Q, this is too hard! How are you able to pin me down so quickly?!” Tommy cries out as he points the tip of his sword at Quackity, who raises both his hands to mock the kid.

“You let me overpowered you, that’s how.” The avian sticks his tongue out childish, Tommy face reddens from the taunt as he screams like a gremlin.

“That’s not fair! You kept attacking me! That’s why all I can do is block!” Tubbo nods on the sidelines with Techno, the two keep watching Tommy throw a tantrum on the floor.

“I’m giving you an advantage by letting you on the defensive, Tommy.” Quackity sighs as he crouches to get to Tommy’s level, his eyes looking down at blue ones.

“Everyone has an attack pattern. When you’re on the defensive, you’ll have to calm yourself in order to recognize that pattern, then you’ll be able to find loopholes to turn the tables.” Techno’s eyes widened in surprise, despite being a person with a small build, Quackity knows a lot about fighting.

Ignoring the heat around him, the sounds of weapons hitting each other, Techno focuses on finding Philza’s attack pattern as he lets his instinct do the blocking.

When one particular swing tries to get his head, Techno squats down, surprising Philza as his leg swipes the older off his feet. Philza, on instinct, flaps his wings to prevent his fall as he backs away from Techno, giving the younger a chance to attack.

Techno charges at the blond quickly, his sword clashing with Philza’s cane. A dread fills his stomach at the thought of his sword possibly injuring his father- After all, he is using a sword. A cane cannot hurt him. 

“BIG Q!!!!!” Tommy whines again, irking Quackity while Techno sighs at his brother’s antics.

“I can’t fight Tubbo! He’s so fragile! I’ll hurt him!” Tommy points to the ram hybrid who is innocently holding his sword, a cheerful aura around him when he manages to pin Tommy down during all of their spars.

“He’s not fragile, stop underestimating your best friend.” Quackity bonks his brother on the head, the younger flails on the ground holding his head protectively.

“What if one day, you two have to fight on equal terms?” Tommy quirks a brow at Quackity’s question as if that’s the most ridiculous thing he heard “There’s no way! We will never fight each other!”

“You can’t possibly know about the future, one day you’ll have to fight the ones close to you on equal terms. Do not see them as your friend or family, see them as an opponent you have to defeat.” Tommy and Tubbo might’ve not taken it to consideration but Techno did, he notices how darker Quackity’s tone gets when talking. Strange.

Techno does just that, he shifts his thoughts about possibly injuring his father into taking the demi-god down. A demi-god with the intentions to hurt his brothers.

BLOODFORTHEBLOODGODBLOODFORTHEBLOODGODBLOODFORTHEBLOODGODeBLOODFORTHEBLOODGOD

The shifts in Philza’s expression is obvious, the older recognizes the aura surrounding his son, it’s the aura of the Blood God itself. The call for blood from the god enhances Techno’s speed as the force of his swings increases. 

A couple blond strands of hair fall when he tries to dodge the pinkette’s attack. One swing aiming for his neck is when Philza finally draws his sword out, the force of two blades meeting each other creates cracks onto the floor itself.

Techno is the first to back away, he’s on the verge of losing himself to the god. But that’s the only way to beat another god in a fight. 

“Do you think you'll be able to land a hit on me with the help of the Blood God?” Philza smirks, obviously proud with the improvement in Techno’s skills. Although it concerns him quite a bit with how much it can affect his son’s mentally.

“We’ll have to fight to see, don’t we?” Techno smiles, not as a threat towards Philza, but rather telling the blond how excited he is.

The Nether echoes the sounds of swords clashing on each other.

❝Big Q?…❞

➤Tommyinnit 

Quackity lies on the floor of his ‘room’, which is more of a cage. The people treat him like animals, they give him food, occasional showers, make him go fight, and show him off to their audiences.

The staff starts to treat his wings, mainly because some millionaires like them. They said it doesn’t matter if his wings are unable to work, they’re only for looks to lure more people in.

“What the hell can I learn from staying in his shitty place?” Quackity sneers at himself, how to fight apparently. He has always been such a weakling, hell, even Tubbo is a better fighter than him.

Quackity only knows fighting techniques, but never performs one himself. That’s why he’s in charge of the paperwork back when he was still Vice President. He looks down at his hands, they are wrapped in bandages from his previous fights in the last 5 days.

He’ll have to stay here until it’s time for him to show up in the past timeline. But then again, last time it was Tommy who invited him in, how can he approach Tommy again after 3 months? It will be a problem for future Quackity… Future future Quackity.

3 months to be able to learn how to fight decently. 3 months in this underground fight club. 3 months getting beat up. 3 months beating people up and listening to their cries and screams during his sleep.

“Contestant Q, you’re up.” His assigned guard announces, it’s nice to know that the more audience you attract, you’ll get yourself an alias, it’s nicer than being addressed as some sort of test subject .

Taking off the bandages around his wings —or else he’ll get beaten up—, he steps outside again. Wincing at the volume of the crowd cheering for him. What are they even cheering for? For him to beat up an unwilling contestant? Don’t they have other things to spend their gold on?

“Beat that fucker up, Q!”

“Look at his wings! What an odd creature!”

“I’m betting on you, ducky!”

“He’s so attractive! Too bad he’s not for sale!”

Quackity sneers at the teenage girl objectifying him, the girl looks at him offendedly before booing him. As if he cares. Why would he need to be cheered on to beat an innocent hybrid anyways.

I’m doing this for the kids.

“Ladies and gentlemen! Your favorite “Contestant Q’ with 23 victories in a short amount of time is back on stage against one of our super rookies! ‘Serpent Fangs’!”

The so-called ‘Serpent Fangs’ stands on the other side of the stage. Their scales linger on their face down to their torso which transitions into a tail. Long green hair that reaches their waist, yellow eyes narrowed into slits staring at him with the intention to kill. What ticks him off the most is the cocky smirk on their face. His past opponents were always crying and fighting to live… This person however…

“I’m up against a little duckling? The staff is being too generous, feeding me a small fry. I’ll enjoy eating you after our match.” Quackity cringes when his opponent shows off their forked tongue. 

“With a prize for this special season! The winner will get to participate in the Sunken Arena next month! The biggest underground fight club in the whole land! The victor will get a room full of treasures filled with rare ores and gold!” The crowd explodes with cheers, even the snake bastard whistles in excitement.

“You hear that? The winner is going to be me, it’s technically a ticket to get out of here isn’t it?” Snakeface licks their lips, Quackity ignores them to look around, his ‘owner’ is sitting in the VIP section dancing in joy at the mention of a winning prize. 

“Alright champions! Are you ready?!”

3!

2!

1!

GO!

Snakeface goes for the kill, slithering towards him and strikes out to bite him. Quackity, instinctively dodges in time, now closeup he can see fangs dripping with venom. One bite and it’s over for me, huh.

“Now now little duck, don’t run away!” The maniac laughs and slithers again. This guy can’t fight at all, he can only strike out to bite me. Quackity looks at the audience, he knows their taste very well, they prefer bloodshed in fights but… Why aren't they upset about this match? This guy can’t fight at all! 

“Watch your tongue, snake .” He sneers and grabs a hand aiming for his shoulder to side kick the opponent’s face. They hiss in pain and move their body away, but not their tail. He stomps the tail that gradually wraps itself around his leg.

“You really are a freak.” Quackity sneers, not feeling the best right now with this suspicious looking fucker. 

“I’ll take that as a compliment, you look delicious yourself, duckling.” Quackity wonders why the heck the audience isn’t booing them right now, no actual blood is shed so far… Why are they so calm?

Taking his chance, Quackity goes on the offense, swinging an uppercut and the freak doesn’t make an effort to block it, just takes the hit. What in the actual fuck?

He feels his leg getting pulled, he looks down too late as he falls onto his back. His leg in the air, the annoying tail around it. Serpent recovers slowly, wiping the blood off their face.

While Quackity kicks at the tail to free himself, the fucker smiles and approaches him. The crowd suddenly turns lively. That isn’t a good sign.

He panics when the tail crawls up further up his leg to wrap itself around his waist, Quackity might be an idiot but he’s not that much of an idiot to not know that the tail is going to suffocate him.

“Stop trying so hard. You’re going to be my meal, little duckling.” They reach out to grab at his arm successfully, and bite .

It’s the feeling of teeth penetrating his skin that he registers, but not any intense pain. But regardless the crowd booms with cheers. Serpent even slithers back for him to free himself. 

“What the fuck? Are you really that confident you’re going to win?” Quackity growls low in his throat, he might hate losing but he hates being looked down on the most.

Just after the words come out of his mouth, Quackity feels the change in his body. He’s hit with a wave of nausea, nearly falling onto the ground again. His opponent laughs as he shakes.

“You want to know why the audience loves me even if I don’t know how to fight? It’s because my venom kills my opponent slowly. Seeing them in pain brings joy to everyone here!  Once you’re hit with this you’ll lose one of your canon lives and the staff will take away the last two.” 

“Y-you son of a bitch.” Quackity bites out. The crowd booms with laughter, although he loses nothing if he dies… He can’t die. But they’ll no doubt find out about his immortality.

The green tail wraps itself around his body, Quackity still under the influence of the venom spreading inside his body, gives in. All he can hear is laughter, people laughing at him, looking down at him.

“Are you still holding on? It’s pointless. You’ll die in 8 minutes.” A hand grabs his face, forcing him to look into yellow eyes, a wide smile showing the bastard’s fangs.

“You’re still weak. Just because you lasted 23 rounds doesn’t mean you’ve gotten stronger.” The words strike him like an arrow. What? 

“Weaklings will stay weak. There will always be another one on top of you in the food chain. Can’t you see? You’re just a duck! A duck with beautiful wings but snakes are dangerous predators. How unlucky of you to meet me!” Quackity grits his teeth.

“I am your god, duckling. I decided your fate. You’ll die here and I’ll keep rising to the top.” . . . God?

“Now let me hear your screams! Let everyone hear you cry! Beg for your life! Submit to me—“ 

“—AHHHH!”

It’s not Quackity who screams. 

The audience falls quiet when Serpent screams in pain, Quackity bites the tail, forcing it to release him. He draws his hand back and—

The punch lands on the snake’s face, he hears a crack but that doesn’t matter. Nothing matters. He pulls on the tail resting on the ground, bringing its upper half with it. 

“GET OVER HERE!” Quackity screams, lands a hit on Serpent’s solar plexus. More sounds of bones breaking can be heard, blood spills onto his face, but Quackity can’t focus on anything except his opponent.

Except it’s not his opponent. He doesn’t see yellow eyes wide with visible or the bloodied mouth with some missing teeth. 

“Cut it with the god bullshit, Dream .” Quackity’s voice comes out lower than usual, must be the poison. All he can see is a blond with his mask covering his upper face, he’s laughing at him . Without thinking about his body’s condition or the poison inside his system, he runs to pin the figure down by the neck.

“I’ll fucking show you who’s weak. I don’t need to be a GOD in order to take down one.” No one can hear what he’s saying to the snake on the stage, his said opponent is crying for his life, but the only response he gets are punches to the face.

“I’ll make sure to destroy every single plan of yours. Starting from the very first war.” Quackity smiles, a full smile. He always hated smiling because of his scar… Today is an exception.

After a minute that seems like an hour, he stops his attacks and falls forward. 

WOOHOOO!

The audience cheers . Guards immediately take action as they drag him away from the loser of today’s killer match.

“You did good, Contestant Q. We’ll give you an antidote soon.” Quackity half lidded eyes stare at the crowd, with people giving him thumbs up, and chanting his name. But what he’s focusing on is…

“Hey… What are the chances of seeing the person you just beat the shit out of standing there in the crowd?” The guard ignores him, anyone would. It’s probably the venom getting to his brain.

There’s no way.

Except there is.

5 days earlier

➤Tommyinnit and WilburSoot

“Wilbur, hurry up!” Tommy shouts at his brother following behind him.

Today is a shitty day, Techno and their dad are gone earlier than expected without telling them anything. Tommy was ready to say some lines of encouragement to Techno along the lines of ‘Better not miss me too much! By the time you’re back I will be a man!’ but the pinkette is already gone.

He remembers turning on his communicator to receive a notification about Big Q, he only read the name before it shuts off… He forgot to charge it.

Maybe Big Q has something important to tell him? 

“Tommy, slow the fuck down!” Wilbur shouts back at him, Tommy isn’t an expert at flying but he got the basics down to Z. Doesn’t mean he should be flying at an intense speed.

“We’re here!” Tommy laughs slightly, he’s excited to meet Big Q like usual. It’s always nice to talk to another avian that isn’t his family! Not to mention the pets he keeps are interesting as fuck!

What cuts his excitement short is the sound of Xavier howling. He lands in front of the  cave. 

“Tommy what-“ The brunette’s eyes widened at the sight. Tommy isn’t oblivious to the scene they’re seeing, especially the blood on the grass isn’t really anything to pass by.

The blond ignores his brother to run to the trapdoor, he opens it to see more trails of blood and Xavier at the bottom of the ladder. Slowly, the rest of Big Q’s pets show themselves when they scent him… 

Tommy climbs down to Big Q’s room, where there’s a charger for communicators. He plugs it in and prays silently that it’s not what he’s expecting. 

“Big Q, please, please tell me I'm wrong.” After a few minutes, the screen lights up.

Wilbur climbs down to go to Tommy not long after, his brother has his eyes closed. Wilbur looks at the notification on his Tommy’s communicator and pales.

Quackity was slain by Ranboo

The second name was blurred, it would be for the best after all Tommy can be very emotional. 

“Wilbur… Tell me it’s not what I think it is.” Tommy says shakily, when his blue eyes meet brown ones, Wilbur gulps nervously when tears start to form. Tommy desperately wipes them away saying how it’s impossible for Big Q to leave him.

After all, it is! Big Q and him were just fine hours ago! He even bandaged up Tommy’s wound from training, how could he die so suddenly?!

“Tommy…” And finally Tommy breaks as he slams both of his fists on the stone desk, the communicator still shows the notification reminding him that people can still die, and when they lose all three, they’re gone forever.

As if a lightbulb lights up on his head, Tommy rushes to the chest in the corner of the room, throwing items out as he searches for something. Wilbur stands there and watches his younger brother going through a crisis.

Tommy trembles when he has a necklace in his grasp. A locket necklace that when he opens reveals a mini sized totem of undying… The last hope Tommy has for Quackity to be alive is gone. 

Tommy throws his communicator away the moment he reads the notification. The device hits the wall and cracks. He leans against the wall and tears spill onto the necklace. Wilbur is at his side in an instant to comfort his brother. 

“W-Why didn’t he wear the gift me and T-Tech gave him?!” And it hits Wilbur how there’s still Techno. Who is oblivious to the death of this Quackity.

“Tommy, you gotta stay calm-“ A cry “I’m pretty sure Big Q-“ ‘DON’T CALL HIM THAT!’ “I’m sorry- Quackity wouldn’t want you to be like this, yeah?” Tommy slowly quiets down.

“Hey, you’re a big man aren't ya?” Wilbur bumps Tommy’s shoulder as an attempt to comfort him although it’s difficult considering how he doesn’t know this Quackity personally to share Tommy’s grief.

“Let’s not tell Techno about this, he should focus on his training…” Tommy nods before looking at the broken communicator with intesne hatred. 

“Wilbur.”

“What is it Tommy?”

“Why couldn’t I see the name of the one that killed Big Q?” Tommy grits out. Wilbur gulps nervously at the thought of his baby brother already wanting to kill someone.

“Your communicator doesn’t have their name registered that’s why…” Wilbur explains. “Wilbur…”

“Yes Tommy?”

“Can you train me more in archery?” That takes the brunette back a bit. “Why archery?”

“Big Q was teaching me and Tubbo about it… Oh god, Tubbo- How can he take this news?!- Wil- Wilbur, can we take Tubbo with us to the SMP?” Tommy grips on Wilbur’s sweater with pleading eyes, the fear of the same thing happening to Tubbo isn’t pleasant to him at all.

“Tommy- I’m not sure-“ 

“Wilbur please .”

“… I’ll contact Dream about that.”

Wilbur exits the room to go upstairs, he dials said person. While he’s doing so Tommy is sitting on the floor with Max and the rest of the crew by his side. Even the troublemaking chicken isn’t up for some mischief… Xavier whines next to him. 

“Yeah I know, buddy.” He wipes the remaining tears on his face,

“Remember Tommy, it’s ok to cry. Crying doesn’t make you less of a man! In fact it makes you more mature!” Big Q smiles wide at him after Tommy injured himself during their training.

“Holy shit-“

“What?”

“Your tooth-“ Big Q wipes the smile off his face immediately. “It’s so COOL! BIG Q CAN YOU MAKE ME AS COOL AS YOU?!” 

“…One day Tommy, one day I’ll train you to be as cool as me!” They both laugh.

“Now that day will never come will it?” Tommy sobs as he looks at the necklace in his hand. 

Tommy wears the golden chains around his neck, it’s his gift to Big Q… He wants to keep everything that reminds him of the older avian. 

“… Xavier, tell your buddies that you guys are moving.”

Tommy will be strong, he will be a man like Big Q. 

Chapter Text

“Tommy, wake up.” Tubbo nudges the blond, who refuses to do what he is told. 

“Five more minutes….” Tommy drools onto his bed and Tubbo decides he has had enough, he grabs a pillow and slams it into Tommy’s face, startling him up immediately.

Not only did that startle Tommy, the animals with them also violently woke up. Xavier starts barking loudly, Cornelius and Aimee hide away, Myles screeches, and Max runs around leaving trails of feathers behind in its path.

“TUBBO- WHAT THE FUCK?!-“ Tubbo sighs as Tommy falls off his bed. 

“You do know that we’re technically on some illegal business at the moment right? And you’re here sleeping so soundly.” Tubbo taps his foot, the ram hybrid becomes more strict with Tommy ever since they moved to the SMP.

“It’s fine. It’s not like drugs can start a war or something.” Tommy grunts out. He holds Max in his lap and pets the chicken. Ever since he moved into the DreamSMP residence last month, Wilbur started a business inside his van and invited Tommy to join him. Of course he agreed, Tubbo even joined in.

Tommy gets up to put a leash on each of his animal companions, he yawns as Tubbo pushes him outside. Walking Xavier and his friends ever since that day becomes a daily thing for him, it’s well known in the server that the things Tommyinnit treasures the most second to his discs are his pets. Although he doesn’t see them as pets but rather his friends.

“Do you want bread or baked potatoes?” Tubbo asks him as he checks his bag for breakfast. Tommy just puts his hand out to take whatever Tubbo gives him, he takes half a bite out of his bread and gives the rest to Cornelius while Tubbo feeds the baked potatoes to the others.

“Sorry Myles and Xavier, I’ll get some meat for you guys later.” Tubbo pets Xavier who gives him a happy woof in return.

“Where’s Wilbur?” Tommy asks. “He’s setting up the van right now. Wil sure is determined about this.” Tubbo scratches the back of his head, the idea of starting a drug business doesn’t scare him, nothing does more than the death of his friends.

“Tommy?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re still holding onto that necklace still?” Tubbo asks warily. Tommy wears Big Q’s necklace wherever he goes ever since that day. Tommy ignores him to check his bag and equips his crossbow, it’s a habit Tommy developed that can also be a threat, but Tubbo knows he won’t hurt him but drops the topic either way.

“Tubbo…”

“Tommy? What’s wrong? Why are you here?” The ram hybrid yawns as he is woken up, his best friend has tears stained on his face which could never mean a good thing. 

“B-Big Q- He-“ Tommy chokes on his words and tears spill out again, Wilbur decides it’s best to let Tommy do this on his own and leave to pack Tubbo’s things.

“What happened, Tommy?”

“Big Q, he died.” 

The way Tubbo reacted that day will never leave his mind. There were no tears, no screams, just dull eyes in denial and no words coming out from his best friend for a while. 

Whatever thoughts Tubbo had during his own form of breakdown, has made him more strict towards Tommy and takes care of him whenever Wilbur isn’t around, vice versa. 

“Oh, hey Toms.” Sapnap, best friend of Dream, the owner of the SMP, greets him. He’s wearing his armor, probably on patrol. “Walking your pets I see.” The blaze hybrid grins in a joking tone. 

“If they’re my pets then you’re Dream’s dog.” Tommy sticks his tongue out childishly just for Tubbo to hit him in the head. Sapnap laughs, he’s ironically one of the chillest people he knows. He’s always joking around and slacking on his job.

“Anyways, are you guys on your way to see Wilbur?” Both Tubbo and Tommy look at each other warily, Sapnap sees this and somehow his friendly smile seems more of a threat to them.

“Ah, we are! Is there any problem?” Tubbo returns with a smile of his own, Sapnap seems to be thinking for a bit before sighing. “Dream wanted me to check on Wilbur to see how he’s doing. That’s all.” Sapnap says as he turns back to his usual self. 

“Oh that’s great! You can come with us!” 

“No you can not.” Tommy holds his head in pain where Tubbo bonks him. The ram hybrid flashes Tommy a look of warning, the blond gulps nervously before sighing in defeat.

“Great, I’ll follow you guys since I don’t know where Wilbur is.” And Sapnap does just that. Tommy and Tubbo walk in the front while his animal friends and Sapnap walk in the back. He glances down at Tubbo typing a message to Wilbur on his communicator, right… Drugs are illegal.

Tubbo: Sapnap is coming over with Tommy and I.

One message is enough for Wilbur to figure out what to do, Tommy doesn’t have to worry about anything. Even if they did get caught, surely, a drug van can’t get himself into major trouble right? It’s not like they already produced drugs.

It’s not like a war can happen because of a drug van.

Right?

❝Techno, you’ve improved a lot in just one month! That’s good- Hey! Put your communicator away and focus!❞

➤PhilzaMinecraft 

“Contestant Taurus, get in line.” A guard scoffs at him, one of the opponents in the waiting room. Taurus is one of the lucky survivors in the underground fighting club. 

He’s a bull hybrid, with an average build and curved horns out of his head. His hair is styled into a mohawk and the thing that sticks out the most about him are his blue eyes. Taurus’s body is full of scars from his matches, he’s forced to show all of it out to the many requests of the female audiences. 

He is one of the few contestants that signed up willingly, all because he had nowhere to go and needed a job to make a living. The club not only pays him a fair share of money, the privilege to go out as he wishes, and a living space.

Today is the day he and many other fighters will participate in the Sunken Arena. The biggest underground fighting clubs with many dangerous fighters.

Taurus walks to the row  of many horse carts which they will be using to travel towards their destination, he stands in the line of his cart and observes the many scared looks from other contestants.

One individual that stands out the most with their brightly colored wings is Contestant Q. With his rumored cruel fighting style that leaves his opponents on the verge of death, he would like to see Q fights for himself. 

Taurus must’ve stared for too long because the said opponent looks his way, with his single oddly colored eye that looks like it’s staring into his soul sends shivers down his spine. 

“Get on the cart! We’re moving!” One guard snaps and the lines of people move forward. Taurus sighs as he sit down inside the cart, was he excited? Yes, because the prize money is going to be worth it. 

“Oh, Taurus! Hey!” The person next to him greets him, the said person was nicknamed Hop, a kangaroo hybrid. They, like him, also signed up willingly to the underground fighting club but they’ve stayed here longer than him.

“Are you excited?” His senior asks, their body shaking from excitement which is quite a sight to see, despite being older and more experienced in this hell hole Hop acts like a kid. “Not really, I’m a little nervous.”

“Don’t worry, my junior! Today is a great day! Oh! Did you know that today is also the starting day of the Beast Battle Arena?!” Hop basically shouts at him, Taurus shakes his head instinctively, he’s not really interested in what happens in the real world, but Hop thinks otherwise.

“There’s going to be so many fighters there! I heard that a guy with pink hair—PINK HAIR! CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT, TAURUS?!— is signing up!” Suddenly there’s a commotion outside of their cart as someone suddenly steps inside, the air leaves his lungs when he sees the intruder.

“Contestant Q- Return to your cart now!” One guard snarls and reaches out to pull the avian back. “I like it here.” The response was full of threats. 

Eventually, Q sits in their cart as if he owns the thing after kicking out the former member of the cart. His eyes shift to Hop who look oblivious at Q. Then Q’s eyelids drop and he drifts to sleep… Probably.

“Anyways, Taurus! Apparently the pink haired guy is a ruthless killer !” Hop lowers his voice to create a dramatic effect, which didn’t work on him but it sure did on Q for some reason. “He conquered hundreds of villages! Took thousands of lives!”

“And there’s also rumors about a war ongoing inside a rookie SMP! Can you believe that?! It’s called the DreamSMP or something… Just started and there’s already a war?!” 

“Shut up. I can’t sleep.” Q growls and Hop stares at him, it turns into a staring contest with Taurus as the spectator. 

“Ah! I’m sorry! Please have your well deserved sleep!”

And like a switch, Hop falls asleep at an abnormal speed, leaning on Taurus’s shoulder as a pillow. He sighs in relief when his senior and the scary rookie are sleeping. Maybe he should rest himself, after all the rest of the people are too afraid to speak due to Q’s presence…

Taurus lies on the floor of his personal room, although it is a bit cramped, it’s better than his old one. The mattress is in perfect condition and they even prepared a meal for him when he got here.

Everyone settled in for about an hour already, Taurus’s match is next in 3 minutes. His opponent is still anonymous to him. Let’s hope he doesn’t lose, he’ll be staying in this place for 5 days if he wins every match.

“Taurus, get ready, I’m here to escort you.” A guard says, and Taurus huffs in annoyance. They already treated his horns and stripped his top, what else is there to prepare for.

“Taurus! Good luck!” Hop greets him on his way, Taurus smiles at the kangaroo hybrid, who beams with joy at his reaction. “When you’re done, let’s hang out!” Taurus gives them a thumbs up.

“EVERYONE! WELCOME TO THE 34TH SEASON OF THE SUNKEN ARENA!” The crowd booms with cheers and shouts the moment he walks in.

“AS USUAL, WE HAVE GATHERED ALL THE BEST ROOKIES FROM ALL THE UNDERGROUND FIGHTING CLUBS IN THE AREA TO SEE WHO WILL COME OUT AS THE VICTOR!”

“PLEASE PLACE YOUR BETS ON WHO YOU THINK WILL BE THE WINNER!”

“THE ONLY RULES FOR THE FIGHTERS IS THAT YOU MUST NOT ATTACK THE AUDIENCE OR STAFFS OR ELSE YOU’LL GET SHOCK!”

“OTHER THAN THAT, THERE IS NO LIMITS ON HOW YOU FIGHT!”

“FIRST OFF WE HAVE TWO SUPER ROOKIES FROM XXX FIGHTING CLUB!”

Taurus VS Q

The second name sends thrills down his spine. Looking at the other side, he sees his said opponent looking at the screen with no interest. From the crowd, a lot of murmurs and cheers can be heard, questioning glances from the ones that do not know them and cheers from the ones that do.

“What are you waiting for? Don’t tell me you can’t beat a chicken.” His guard sneers.

“He’s a duck.” Taurus glares at the guard who pushes him forward to the stage, causing him to lose his footing a little bit. The audience suddenly goes dead quiet, observing the two fighters on stage.

Q looks at him with little interest, actually, he only spared him a glance before stretching. Taurus can’t help but gulp nervously at the aura around his opponent.

“C’mon, do something already!” A grumpy voice of a male audience shouts at them.

When a strange gush of wind hits his back —where did it come from?—, Q strikes. Taurus fortunately dodges with success, baffled by the speed of the duck hybrid just for him to get hit by an uppercut. 

Quickly trying to gain his balance, Taurus bends backwards just in time. Q imitates his movement when the bull hybrid aims for a kick to his face. As the two opponents are on the ends of the stage, he gets to catch his breath at last.

The avian waits for Taurus to do something just to realize by sparing him some time could lead to his defeat even if he’s a bit too late. 

Taurus strikes low, he holds onto the back of Q’s knees and flips the winged hybrid onto the floor. A wave of ‘Oooo’ from the audience as if pitying Q —which they both doubt—, they all heard a crack from the yellow wings. Taurus would’ve apologized if they weren’t in a fight.

His opponent stays dead quiet on the floor, his bangs covering his eyes so it’s hard to see whether or not he was conscious. Taurus holds him there for a while before making his move to get up. 

Another gush of wind blows his hair along with it and suddenly fingers hook themselves around his nose piercing and pull back—

Luckily —or not— his opponent does not have a lot of muscle strength so all he did was pull Taurus’ face close to his. But Q heatbutts his face, causing him to retreat from his position, the avian wastes no time grabbing onto his horns and kicks his face multiple times.

After 10 —15,20? He couldn’t count— times, the guards are forced to tear them apart much to the audience’s displeasure. Taurus only has the strength to look up and sees his senior looking at him with what he expected, sadness and horror…

But all there is is just disappointment written on Hop’s face, as if they wanted to defeat Taurus himself-

Not only that, he can’t understand how he lose to a fragile avian- One that doesn’t posses any muscle strength, weapons, strategy, martial arts—- 

Once again, another breeze of wind blows his consciousness away, leaving a simple answer for his questions before he gets dragged to his death.

if you can’t defeat your opponent’s strength, then use anything you must even if it means playing dirty :]

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Quackity groans into his hands, his wings patched up nicely, he won another fight, but… Nothing seems right.

His reason for staying is to adapt to everyone’s fighting styles, but all he’s using so far are tricks. Dirty tricks. Then again, he is here to survive, not to play fair. Hand automatically traces the surface of his collar at the thought, he’s still not free.

Putting on a blue tracksuit, he exits the arena, not before passing by a guard and letting them write his name down… If a contestant leaves the place longer than 12 hours, consider them dead.

Nothing outside interests him except the fresh wind during the night. Quackity wonders how Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo are doing, both in his old and current timeline. Are they grieving? Moving on? Or already forgotten about him? It’s already been a month after all…

Cutting off his thoughts when his eyes spot a familiar figure that he shouldn’t be seeing at the moment. If white glowing eyes were common then it could’ve been anyone, but they’re not. 

“Holy fucking shit.” It was indeed Eret… His former fiancé looks so young, they’re wearing the L’manberg uniform and with their multi-colored cape missing… Eret looks so different… Then again, he shouldn’t care about Eret.

Except he does.

Eret looks like he’s talking to someone. Quackity can’t really hear anything at this distance so he quietly walks closer. Both figures seem to be passively arguing about something, whoever it is seem to be winning rather than Eret.

“C’mon Eret, it’s just a small country. You’ll get the title King if you agree to work with me.” First, Quackity freezes at the familiar —yet not really—  voice. Second, Eret looks like he’s considering this.

“Drea-“

“Just consider it. Pick between a group of outsiders or become King of an SMP, either way I won’t lose anything regardless.” And then Dream walks away, leaving a confused Eret alone. 

The former king takes off his sunglasses, letting the cool wind hit his face. Her eyes brighten more if possible as Eret sits himself on the grass.

Making sure Dream isn’t near, Quackity slowly exposes himself to Eret. Causing the taller to flinch at his sudden presence. Her hand instinctively reaches for her weapon before Quackity raises both his hands in surrender.

“I’m here to talk to you.” 

“And what would a stranger want from me?” Eret puts on his sunglasses at a high speed to cover his eyes but Quackity already knows. Despite being one of the most supportive people in the server, Eret still has his own insecurities and his eyes are one of them.

“… You’re from L’manberg, right?” A dumb question that even made the wind blows harshly against his face as if it’s trying to slap him. But he gotta start somewhere. Eret nods slowly, signaling for him to continue.

“I know what you’re planning to do-“ The sound of Eret equipping his sword is stopped by Quackity copying the latter “-And I’m here to give you some advice.”

“What would you know?” Eret asks, although he seems calm, Quackity knows that the wrong answer can add a scar to his collection right away.

“There’s a kid in L’manberg- No, two kids —not including one fox hybrid— that are dear to me. Whatever you choose to do will affect them. Greatly .” Eret looks confused for a moment before her eyebrows raise in recognition. 

“You mean, Tommy and Tubbo?”

“Yes, them.” 

“… Why am I thinking so much for a small friend group that could break apart any day.” Eret mutters. Quackity’s old Eret would sacrifice anything for her friends, but this is a younger version of that said person. One that hasn’t got kicked out of their throne in a drop of a hat by the same person that granted them the title.

Quackity can’t really beat some senses to Eret, but based on his life experiences you must offer something your client couldn’t refuse to. But, what could be worth more than the title King of an SMP that he himself knows will cause a big impact in the world?

“Why do you care so much about the title King?” A simple question to anyone, but for masterminds like him it’s more than that. Quackity is trying to find out what he can and can’t offer. With his current state, he doesn’t have that much to offer.

“…It’s none of your business.” The statement comes out quieter, it gives Quackity just enough to calculate based on Eret’s expression. 

From his fair share of interactions with Eret in his past timeline, he could tell it’s not power that she wants. Rather, it’s approval, acknowledgement from his family. Whenever the name ‘Herobrine’ is brought up, Eret would nervously change the topic and it’s no doubt there’s relations between the two. Being the one that lives in the shadow of your family isn’t pleasant, Quackity knows that.

“It is if your decision can cause harm to my kids. I am willing to trade my life for them.” Quackity says.

“How can I believe you? I can’t be sure about your relationship with Tommy and Tubbo.”

“Look, in 2 weeks, I will join the SMP. And in 1 year, you’ll get kicked off your throne.” Eret opens their mouth to retort back just for Quackity to cut him off.

“Eret, I know Dream, we’ve had history together.” Which isn’t a lie. “I can offer you more if it’s power that you wish to possess.” Quackity unzips his tracksuit, startling the latter before they stop at the sight of the scar on his chest. The avian moves his bangs out the way to show his face clearly as well as try his best to show the ragged skin on his neck with the collar.

“Y-You—“

“Yes, I’m supposed to be dead.” Quickly showing his right arm which was burnt from the explosion during the Manberg war in case Eret brings totems into this. “There is no such miracle that I lived, no one can bend the laws of nature unless they’re a god.-

-And your bloodline allows you to be close to one, your eyes can’t fool me. I might not be able to do it but you can.”

“… Do what?”

“Revive the dead. There’s a book that can bring people back from the dead, and you might be able to wield it. Immortality is possible with it.” Fortunately, being family to a legend that brings fear to everyone, Eret believes him. 

“We’ll find the book soon, and you’ll have possession of it as long as you don’t betray L’manberg.” Quackity reasons with her, it must’ve been his wording because Eret visibly deflates. 

Dream had said only Eret will gain and lose from his choice, but this guy…. Is in this together with Eret. He feels less alone now.

“… You’re Big Q aren’t you?” Quackity startles at the nickname coming out of Eret. “Tubbo told me so much about you, and I can see why.”

“Where did Tommy go?” Eret asks Tubbo, eyeing the ram that’s sleeping soundly in the van.

“Ah he went to get some resources, don’t mind Cornelius.” Tubbo answers, not paying attention while feeding Tommy’s pet wolf.

“Why does he have so many pets anyways?” Fundy, while glancing at the fox warily who is happily munching on its berries. He sees himself in the fox which is ridiculous.

“Ah, don’t let him hear that or he’ll burn your stuff. They’re all one of our friend’s roommates, we’re taking care of them for his sake.” Wilbur who is nearby, hears this, proceeds to walk away. He never got told anything about Quackity from his own brother except for the fact he’s dead, regardless it bothers him more than it should.

“Who might that be?” Jack joins in, also curious about the little menaces around their territory. 

“Big Q, he’s a good teacher. He taught both of us how to use our bows.” Tubbo smirks at how Fundy gulps, Eret can see why exactly when the duo made their talents for shooting known to everyone. Tommy’s arrow once scratched Sapnap's face in a spar.

“Where is he now?” She asks, bringing out a pained expression from Tubbo who mutters quietly. 

“He died.”

Seeing the same mentor that taught the two menaces of the SMP makes him wonder about the reason behind why Q is trusting him so much, especially since it’s their first encounter. 

“… Just don’t tell them, I’ll come back to them soon.” 

“You better, I await your arrival.”

Watching Q walks away, back to the arena. Eret frowns at his destination. Maybe, the collar is why he’s not coming back to Tommy and Tubbo?

Either way, he has a decision to make tomorrow.

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“Eret?” Tommy calls out when one of his comrades leads them to a cramped room underground full of chests. Tubbo looks around the place in awe while Wilbur is quietly snickering behind them all. 

“This way gentlemen.” Eret continues to walk while Fundy sniffs around the place, the faint familiar scents of their enemies sets him off but… Surely not?

“There’s so many chests here.” Tubbo makes a move to look around but halts when they all get pushed into another room inside which the entrance is quickly blocked by netherite.

“W-What’s going on?!” Wilbur yells out, thinking that Eret betrayed them when he hears the voices of Dream and his guards through the wall.

“Eret, what are you doing?” Punz asks when none of the L’manbergians are here like planned except Eret. The latter gives them a smile before the ground underneath their feet disappears.

George, Sapnap and Punz fall down into the pile of explosives before losing one of their lives… If Dream was ignorant about his friend’s safety then maybe. 

The sounds of bones and flesh forming back together can be heard from where Eret’s comrades hid. Each of them had used their totem of undying yet the experience wasn't pleasant, especially for George.

Dream however, stood just an inch away from the trap for his friends, and didn't fall down. Even with his mask on, anyone could tell how furious he is at Eret. 

“You said you won’t lose anything from my decision. That was a lie, wasn’t it?” Eret taunts the hooded man who is itching to attack. Dream doesn’t however when the L’manbergians exit their hiding spot to shield Eret.

“You tried and used your dirty tricks to manipulate Eret?!” Tubbo shouts at Dream, a vein popping out showing genuine rage at the older. 

“What made you change your mind?” Dream, now calmed down, asks Eret, completely ignoring the weapons pointed at him along with his comrade below who are experiencing a crisis.

“I found something way more valuable than the title King.” She did, being acquainted with a revived corpse, promised power that breaks the laws of nature just like his ancestors is already enough.

“You already lost, Dream.” Wilbur says, gesturing towards the blonde’s fallen comrades. George is clinging onto Sapnap like a lifeline, Punz is steadying his breathing. Death is never a pleasant experience.

Despite what the voice inside Dream’s head is telling him, he sighs. 

“You guys might win the battle today, but that doesn’t mean we won’t attack you.” Dream says, when Wilbur is just about to retort back, Tommy cuts him off.

“Dream, I challenge you.” 

“Oh?”

“We’ll meet by the bridge. If you win, we’ll surrender. If I win, you’ll have to leave L’manberg alone.” Fundy makes a move to stop Tommy but Tubbo holds him back, giving the fox hybrid a firm look. Tommy is serious about this.

“What will our weapons be?” Dream asks, very interested. 

“Bows, with one arrow only.” 

Eret looks between the two main attractions of the room, their eyes caught sight of the golden necklace on Tommy’s neck and the totem on Dream’s belt. So they’re both playing dirty huh?

No matter, either way they won’t die, but the negotiation for L’manberg independence might be longer than they thought.

❝Dream, I’ll give you my discs for L’manberg, I did sort of cheated back then.❞

➤Tommyinnit 

❝My arrow did hit you first, if it weren’t for your totem then I would’ve won. But do carry on.❞

➤Dream

2 weeks have passed since then, and Quackity is experiencing a midlife crisis. Today is the day he’s supposed to join the SMP in his former timeline. But, he didn’t think that far about how he could do so.

The collar is a big fucking problem, with the 12 hours rule he’ll die if he tries to run away.

Maybe the place could explode randomly, causing a ruckus so he can escape and be marked as dead by the time they find his missing body. 

Quackity sighs and applies for healing potions on his bruised fists. The voices inside his head are slowly getting louder each day, not like Techno’s where they want him to kill, they just wished for freedom. Staying in this place any longer would mean the death of his sanity.

“Ah, look at my little champion.” A voice appears, Quackity growls if possible at the sight. His ‘owner’ smiles all in his glory, holding a device which he knows is the remote to his collar. If he could just—

“It seems like this will be the end of your journey.” Quackity freezes, what? He hasn’t lost a single battle that could lead to elimination and yet?! 

“A rich bastard has paid me a fortune to buy you out.” The guy laughs, making Quackity quirk his brow in confusion… Who would do such a thing?

“I don’t need you anymore, what a crazy bastard, paying me with a Nether Star for your poor ass.” Nether Stars are extremely expensive and rare if sold, mainly because of its source. No crazy motherfucker would fight a wither for the Stars.

Except one.

“Here you go sir, a tamed hybrid at your service.” Walking in, a very familiar figure shows up. None other than Eret himself, out of his uniform and now in formal wear. White buttoned up shirt underneath his navy blue vest, high waisted pants and boots that suits her style the most in the past.

“Thank you, now if you mind?” Eret speaks up, his hand out, expecting the remote in his hands which is given to her. After Quackity gets dressed, his former owner waves goodbye to both of them when Quackity is led outside by Eret. 

“Now how do I remove the collar…” Eret mutters to himself, not aware of the very confused expression on Quackity. 

“Wait, hold on. Why did you do that?!” Quackity asks, his now called owner looks at him as if it was obvious why he did what he did.

“You saved me from listening to Dream, didn’t you? And luckily no one died, we won because of you.” 

“You would’ve won regardless.” Quackity mutters low under his breath.

“What?”

“I said, I would’ve escaped regardless.” He hisses, Eret barks a laugh “I don’t doubt that, but your collar makes it difficult to do so.” 

“… How do I detonate your collar…” Back to the topic, with the remote in Eret’s hands, he feels much safer. But the problem here is, there seems to be no option to remove the collar except shock and… self destruct.

“Dangit, we’ll figure something out, I’ll keep this safe in the meantime.” Eret says as he places down an ender chest to store it in. After placing it back inside his inventory, she holds out a hand towards Quackity.

“So, are you going to meet Tommy or not?” The avian visibly deflates, and couldn't do anything but nod. 

“But first we’ll have to stop by Dream.” Of course, Tommy did ask Dream for permission before in his timeline.

The two go through a portal that leads to a place close to the SMP, Quackity vaguely remembers the terrain around them, they’re just less… Blown up. You get the memo.

They continue to walk down their path, when he’s able to see the two towers getting closer each step they take, Quackity wants to break down right there. He’s finally coming back, he’s finally meeting his kids, along with confronting his traumas.

As predicted, at the entrance, there Dream stood with his green hood and stupid mask. He’s wearing his netherite armor which triggers Quackity further. Eret places a hand on his shoulder as a calming gesture which worked perfectly.

“Eret… Who might this be?” Dream asks warily, his breath caught when he looks at Quackity who fails to notice this. 

“Ah, this is…” Eret tries to introduce his guest but couldn’t when she realizes Q is definitely not the avian’s real name.

“Quackity.” Said person answers, his voice comes out hoarse. He and Eret don’t notice the way Dream is eyeing Quackity.

“I was wondering if it’s possible for him to join the-“

“Sure.”

“-SMP, it’s understandable if you gotta— wait, pardon?” 

“Judging by the collar, he’s not much of a threat. I’m pretty sure you have the remote to his collar.” Dream held one hand out eagerly, as if expecting the remote in his hand. Eret tilts their head to the side, their glasses revealing a glimpse of glowing white eyes.

“I don’t see why that is important.” Quackity doesn’t say anything as he watches the two having a staring contest —pretty one sided—. 

A ping from Dream’s communicator breaks the tense atmosphere, the blonde picks up the incoming call as he puts it on speaker for some reason.

“Hey green boy! Why did you suddenly run off?! Don’t you think you’re safe with my discs!” A loud familiar voice comes out, Quackity flinches, his hands start to shake while Dream glances at him through his mask. 

“There’s a newcomer, his name’s Quackity. I’m thinking about giving him a tour-“

“What.” It came out more like a statement, and whispers from Tubbo in the background appeared, asking Tommy questions and so on.

“I said a newcomer name Quackity is here-“

“STAY WHERE YOU ARE!” And the call ends. Eret glances at Quackity to make sure he’s ok. After a while, the distant sound of barking can be heard, and immediately Quackity is tackled by a wolf that is very familiar to him.

“X-Xavier!” Quackity yelps in surprise, he hasn’t expected any of his forgotten companions to be here- Who would’ve-

“He’s really here…” A choked sob breaks his attention from the wolf now sniffing at his collar, the sight of Tommy and Tubbo looking healthy even after the first war brings relief to him. Their eyes meet and his two kids spring into action when he gives them a nervous smile.

“YOU BASTARD! WHERE WERE YOU?!” Tommy hits his chest rapidly while making sure to stay close as if afraid that he’ll disappear again. Tubbo can’t seem to comprehend anything as he spills tears onto his tracksuit —he doesn’t mind—, having the fabric in a tight grip, not letting go.

“Y-You’re here! I knew it, you wouldn’t leave us! N-Not- Not without saying goodbye- I knew you were alive!” Tubbo cries, for the first time Eret has seen Tubbo this… soft, and fragile. The two never cried in front of anyone before and now…

Even Dream is taken by surprise, Tommy was screaming and screeching earlier about getting his discs from him and Skeppy and now, this? Surely, even Wilbur would be surprised.

“I-I’m sorry-“ Quackity tries to apologize for everything, for leaving them, for dying in the first place but they ignore him to check on his condition.

“Holy shit, who did this?!” Tubbo exclaims while checking on his bruised fists from all the battles he got to participate in. Tommy seems to notice more faint scars on Quackity’s face and especially neck, he panics and searches through his inventory for some healing potions.

“Guys, I’m fine-“  He gets cut off once again, when Dream speaks up “You should get checked up by Niki then talk to Sam about that collar.” The bastard just has to bring the collar up again, Tubbo and Tommy fortunately are still bothered by his psychical condition so they hurriedly lead him to said destination.

Eret watches in amusement at how eager the kids are, seeing them in their softest moments is quite a sight to treasure. He and Dream stood there for a while before the hunter left with one final message.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook, Eret.” She thinks he’s talking about the L’manberg Independence War.

But he’s not.

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“Tommy- Where are we?” Quackity asks hesitantly, he knows this is Tommy’s house and not Niki’s. “This is my base! It’s similar to yours, I have tons of potions around so wait here!” Tommy says as he flees to where he stores all the medic stuff Tubbo won’t stop nagging him about to keep.

Quackity gets tackled by his former roommates, Cornelius lays on top of him with Aimee, Myles and Max is scenting him all around —very strange for a chicken— but either way he’s relieved to be around what feels like home to him.

Tubbo laughs, a genuine sound very common for Quackity but for others, it’s quite rare. 

“Huh, you guys have loads of arrows around.” He lets his eyes wander to see piles of arrows stacked in a corner. “Tommy and I have been practicing, we’re not as good as you.” Tubbo chuckled nervously.

“Yet.” Quackity assures him. Everyone in the SMP but him knows that the two kids are absolutely skilled in archery, Tubbo likes to keep that fact hidden as long as Big Q can return to teaching and spoiling them then he’ll do anything.

“Here you go Big Q!” Tommy, now more lively, quickly crouches down to apply potion on the bruises. Tubbo helps him bandage up his wounds. When he unzips his tracksuit carelessly —a habit he developed in the arena— Tommy and Tubbo look at his scar in horror.

A big claw mark from his right shoulder to his hip, it’s starting to faint but still visible. Quackity suddenly feels self conscious, cursing his bad habit thinking it disgusted or scared the kids. He doesn’t know that they are trying to secure their fury, rage towards the culprit. The culprit that separated them from their mentor, and possibly parental figure.

Wordlessly, Tubbo wraps bandages around the scar after Tommy applied regeneration potion on it. They continue to smile to reassure Quackity that no matter what, he’s still Big Q to them. 

 “Ah, Big Q! You still haven’t met Wilbur!” Tommy, back to his child-like manners, exclaims suddenly. Quackity slightly winces at the idea, but then again, this Wilbur isn’t dead, isn’t revived, isn’t betrayed by Eret so maybe… Maybe it will be ok.

“You wouldn’t believe what happened when you were gone! We built a drug van with all the chemicals and shit, then we made a country but Dream that greeny motherfucker didn’t like it so we gotta—“ The rest blurs into the background as he admires the way the two kids look so happy, telling him about their achievements to him so proudly, it makes him feel like a parent.

They continue to walk, with the younger holding Quackity’s hands on each side. He spares some glance at the people they pass by, seeing familiar faces of people he once stood against or fought with brings sadness to him. 

Tommy and Tubbo misunderstood it however, without him noticing, they sent glares towards almost everyone who looked their way. 

“Wilbur!” Tommy eagerly waves at his older brother, Wilbur himself is surprised at the energy his brother and best friend is giving off today. Taking it as a good sign, Wilbur climbs down to greet them only to halt when he sees Quackity.

“Ah Tommy, who might this be?” He can’t help but sweat a little when the new visitor stares at him too intensely, if looks could kill then he would drop dead by now.

“This is Big Q! See? I told you he’s still alive!” Tommy exclaims louder than he usually is, Wilbur scans Quackity up and down just like he did before, although this time holds more fear than judgement considering his appearance.

“Greetings, It’s a pleasure to meet the one that taught my younger brother and his best friend how to wield weapons.” Quackity looks at the offered hand and takes it regardless, a new timeline means new opportunities.

“I’m pretty sure you know my name, Wilbur Soot.” Quackity gives him a smile of his own, startling Wilbur at the sudden action, his face flushing a bit. Tubbo sees this and gives him a look of sympathy, Techno was the same after all.

“Wilbur, is it ok for him to stay with us in L’manberg?! Pleaseeee-“ 

“Tommy, I don’t think that would be wise.” The older avian cuts the younger short, Quackity had been excited to join before, but now? Now, he knows that L’manberg us a place that Wilbur built to protect his loved ones from his knowledge, Quackity and he are strangers. There’s no reason why he should be let in.

“Besides, I’m fine with living on my own.” Tommy rejects that idea, insisting that he’ll live with him, if not in L’manberg then somewhere else is fine. Tubbo seconds that, you could say the two grown attached to the time traveler. 

“Hey, has anyone heard from Techno?” Quackity asks nervously, Wilbur answers instead when he sees the way his brother tenses up at the topic.

“He’s been focused with training, knowing our dad, his communicator won’t be available until he’s done.” Tommy glances down at the ground, he would be lying if he said he wasn’t upset about the fact his brother doesn’t ask about his well-being for so long, Wilbur is busy doing adult work and doesn’t spare him a glance unless he is needed, but he got Quackity now so everything will be fine.

“Correct me if I’m wrong but, I’m sure you’ve lost your —only— three lives and yet you’re still here, miraculously.” Wilbur doesn’t bother to hide his suspicions as he questions the other avian. Even Tommy and Tubbo are curious.

“You could say, I cheated death.” A simple line that doesn’t reveal anything about his immortality, anyone could cheat death. Totems are one way of doing so, then again the End is still a mystery to many so possibilities are still out there. 

Tommy, not liking the way his brother is looking at Quackity —suspicious, uncertainty, fear— and takes the avian’s hand to get their attention. “Wilbur, shouldn’t you be happy for me that he’s alive?” Wilbur is just about to make a comment regarding how dangerous Quackity can be but stops when he remembers the sorrow moments Tommy endured after that day.

“Big Q, do you want to explore the SMP?” Tubbo asks innocently, he just wants to save Wilbur from answering Tommy, knowing full well how the answer can affect their relationship due to Tommy’s attachment issues.

“I’m not sure…” Quackity answers hesitantly, seeing Dream and Wilbur is enough for the sake of his mental health and all, he could meet some more people but that depends on the history they’ve never had yet.

“Are you tired? Are we bothering you?” Tommy quickly chimes in, genuine concern on his face. Quackity denies and calms the two kids down, telling them how he has just returned from his adventures and it’s not them that is tiring him. (In fact he could never be tired of them)

“It’s just, I think that’s enough of exploring for now. After all, I’ll have to find a cave to move in by the time the sun sets.” The two kids are eager to help him with finding a place, as well as moving in. They sprint off with Quackity in hand, leaving a confused Wilbur.

After a minute or so, Eret arrives at L'manberg with Dream trailing behind her. Wilbur has never seen her so irritated while the hunter next to them is… negotiating?

“Eret, I am the owner of the SMP-“

“That does not mean I will give you my possessions.”

“How about the title K-“

“Never.” 

Whatever it is they’re talking about, Wilbur can’t help but laugh at the sight of a helpless Dream begging Eret for an item. 

❝Have you seen Tommy lately? I’ve never seen him so… lively.❞

➤GeorgeNotFound 

❝Even Dream is acting weird lately, do you think it’s because of that new member?❞

➤Sapnap 

Quackity sighs as he stares up at his ceiling.

Yes, his. Tommy and Tubbo helped him move into a cave last night, for some reason he feels more at home in caves rather than a house at this point. The cave is inside the SMP but the entrance is at a trickier spot. 

Copying the old Pogtopia’s design, his cave is located underneath a river. Only Tubbo and Tommy know this, after all he isn’t on friendly terms with anyone here yet.

Tugging at his collar, the one that the two boys fail to notice or choose not to, Quackity ponders between the option of seeing Sam or not. Confronting his past haunts is something he wishes to avoid but it’s inevitable.

He wasn’t a good son towards the creeper hybrid, being spoiled, naive, and blind. Spoiled because Sam always showers him with goods, and affection, one that he doesn’t receive from anyone. Naive and blind because he keeps looking for true love, a stupid phase that he fortunately overcome.

He groans into his palm and gets up anyway, opening his chest for some sort of clothing that Eret —thank the gods— picked for him as a welcoming gift. 

Black long sleeve shirt that reveals a bit of his skin, on top a saturated blue vest with the top unbuttoned, navy blue shorts that stops at his knees, and tights with black boots. 

After serving himself in a fair share of Schlatt’s kinks, seducing clients into gambling addictions, he finds himself comfortable in any clothing. Clothes don’t matter to him as long as he looks good in it. 

He wonders how Techno is doing, after participating in multiple fights and learning dirty tricks he is still afraid to face Techno and Dream. He knows Techno won’t fight him or hunt him down since he won’t be running for president like last time, but the future is full of surprises.

“Big Q!” Tommy shouts from above, Quackity quickly equips himself a recently crafted iron axe. They’ve promised to hang out in the morning to talk about his disappearance.

Exiting his base, he squints at the brightness of the sun but also at Tommy’s and Tubbo’s smile. They walk with Quackity between the two, each one of them have their own sandwich made by Tubbo although Quackity got his made more carefully than the rest.

“So… Big Q.” Tommy is the first to confront the elephant in the room, even if they’re all walking together like before, the tense atmosphere around them is still there. 

“No offense but big man, are you sure you’re on your last life or did you cheat death? Cause I remember very well the message I receive in the communicator—”  

“Toms, slow down or you’ll choke.” Immediately the blond closes his mouth shut. 

“Yeah… I did die, I was sure that I was a goner but I guess the amount of danger I’ve been through blurs my memory together.” Tubbo takes note of this, the two kid wince thinking about what Quackity’s past was like to make him say such a thing.

“So, what happened next?” 

“Ah, a group of hunters caught me and sold me away, luckily Eret bought me out.” 

“Eret?” They’re making sure to thank her later, but they’d be lying to say that they’re not displeased by the fact Eret bought Quackity, a hybrid that has always been a symbol of freedom to them. 

They continue to walk with Quackity going on about his fights in the arena with the explicit part cut out, he didn’t mention how people died and how he killed a couple of them. 

Tubbo just looks at Tommy, they both aren’t listening… much. He knows the only question in Tommy’s head at the moment and his to…

Who killed you?

Burying the urge to say it out, Tommy used to go on about revenge and grief non stop but he got over it. He’s afraid that if he knows who, he might not be able to stop himself.

And Tubbo too, will follow.

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“This is our first destination! Niki’s Bakery!” Tommy introduces the building in front of them, it isn’t anything big or fancy but it suits Niki’s aesthetic.

White fences around the building with flowers greeting them before entering the bakery, the smell of baked pastry hits them and Quackity can feel his stomach rumbling in response even if he just ate 15 minutes ago.

“Tommy, we just had breakfast not that long ago-“

“Let us treat you Big Q! You look like a skeleton!” It’s true, despite what the arena did to his fragile build, he is indeed skinny.

The bell chimes and immediately a person from the back greets them. Niki, still the same as the last time he saw her, greets them only to halt slightly when she sees Quackity.

“Hello, welcome to Niki’s Bakery!- Mr. Quackity?” His two kids are startled slightly by this, do they know each other? Quackity nods when Tubbo sends him a questioning look.

“It’s really you!” She stumbles on her words a bit when she compares him to when they first met and currently, he’s more beaten up than before. Not that he can blame her. 

“You know Big Q?” Tommy asks suspiciously. Niki gives him a soft smile, it’s nice seeing Tommy being protective of someone instead of animals or discs.

“Yes, back when I was still working for my mother’s shop. He was quite an interesting customer.” Ah yes, a beaten up hybrid with bright yellow wings buying bright blue clothes. 

“Anyways, what would you like for today?” 

“We’ll take what you recommend!” Tubbo replies cheerfully, which made Quackity smile at the kid but surprise Niki quite a bit. Unknown to Quackity, Tubbo isn’t the naive and cheerful kid like he thought he would be.

Taking this as a good sign, Niki happily obliged. When she first saw Tommy and Tubbo at the server, it worried her a bit seeing the fake smiles from the young teens. But everything will be fine now that she’s seeing progress in the kid’s behavior with Quackity here… Right?

The trio take a seat at a table near the window. Tommy goes on about each member in the SMP, from L’manbergians to the hunters and more. Tubbo just nods and smiles at the avian. 

Niki watches from the back of the bakery and feels a thump in her chest at the sight of the two kids being so happy. Quackity’s presence at the SMP is a blessing for the duo but a pity for a kid, being left alone with no one to take care of him except her…

The bell rings again, a new figure walks in and Niki goes out to greet them as usual. Quackity spares them a glance just to freeze up. His mind going blank and hands shake a little, the action did not pass Tubbo’s observation eyes

“Ah, Sam! The usual?” 

“Of course.” A gentle laugh that Quackity is all too familiar with. The mop of green hair and small scales from the creeper genetics, he can’t be mistaken. Sam, his employee, his left hand man, his father in front of him.

Sensing eyes on him, Sam turns around. Black sclera and yellow irises meet blue and brown ones. A familiar sensation washes over him, just who is this person? 

Knowing he got caught staring, Quackity snaps his attention back to Tommy. Niki comes to their table with their orders, which Quackity ate quickly. The flavors are amazing, he’d love to take his time to enjoy every bit… Next time then.

“Oh Tommy and Tubbo, up so soon?” He nearly chokes when Sam goes and greets them himself. 

“Ah, Sam! Meet Big Q! He’s our mentor!” Tommy proudly introduces him, he must’ve talked about Quackity a lot for Sam to recognize him from the stories Tommy told him. 

“So you’re Big Q, nice to meet you.” Sam extends his hand out as a welcoming gesture, it takes a lot of willpower for him not to melt when he shakes the latter’s hand. It’s been too long, too long since he saw Sam. 

“It’s Quackity… Nice to meet you too Sam.” He manages to say. 

“Tommy, Tubbo, you guys wouldn’t mind me stealing Quackity here, right?” Sam laughs nervously when the two kids are technically trying to kill him with their glares. 

“What for?” Tubbo questions with a hint of threat while Tommy pouts beside him. Quackity, still oblivious to the change in their behaviors.

“Eret told me he needed me to help Quackity.” Ah yes, the collar. He’ll need to thank Eret later, if she didn’t tell Sam to seek him out then maybe Quackity will never get rid of the collar.

“Alright then, sorry guys. We can hang out later.” Quackity smiles reassuringly at them, Tommy makes a move to stop him but Tubbo holds him back. Sam takes his orders and leaves with Quackity behind him. 

“We can stop by my workplace to have a look at your collar.” Sam says as Quackity nods. Sam’s —their— house isn't built yet, he has a small place with enough resources to help people with red stones, devices, ect.

Entering, Quackity is told to sit down on a chair while Sam takes a look at the collar. 

Quackity tilts his head to the side, his hair falling down to one side while the other is exposed for Sam to examine the collar. 

After minutes of Sam writing down the concept of the collar and even drawing a blueprint of it; he says:

“There’s a shock and self destruct option for the collar, I cannot tamper with it while it’s on you without being ignorant to the possibility of it exploding by itself. I’ll make a replica to avoid inflicting injuries on you.”

Quackity nods in understanding, his body is very damaged, even if he’s immortal he can still feel pain. Sam looks at his condition and a rush of parental instinct washes over him for some reason. 

“You know, I recommend you to see George if you’re feeling tense, his territory is free to enter and can relieve stress.” Does he look like he needs therapy? Yes.

“Where should I go to find him?” Quackity is indeed hesitant to meet his brother but with Puffy not here —the former therapist for the SMP— George and his hybrid genetics are as close as mental help he can get.

“Ah, it’s near the entrance of the server to the right, you’ll see a forest and mushrooms on your path, follow them and you’ll see him… Would you like me to escort you?”

“No thank you, you did enough for me.” He’s afraid that he won’t be able to keep himself calm if he stays with Sam any longer, the urge to just breakdown right here and hug Sam is strong… Maybe another day but not today. 

Without the directions Sam gave him in his head, Quackity walks freely. He knows where George is, his eyes casting towards the buildings around the SMP, he can make out the spot where the White House would be along with the future location of New L’manberg.

Too busy connecting the former future with the current scenery of DSMP, he misses the lingering eyes on him. Sapnap, who is on patrol, can’t take his attention from the stranger with bright yellow wings walking towards George’s place. 

He flips his communicator open and dials the first person he can think of…

“Hey Dream.”

❝… Phil, what exactly is L’manberg?❞

➤Technoblade 

Quackity walks down the path that leads to the forest where George is living in. His eyes downcast as he ignores the people looking at him, everyone that were once his comrades or enemies on the battlefield are now strangers to him.  

During his self prologue, Quackity doesn’t catch the new presence in the forest with him. He is caught off guard when being pulled by the back of his collar, choking him slightly and causing Quackity to fall back on his back. 

It was none other than Dream himself hanging upside down from a branch, Quackity refrains himself from getting up and punches him right now if only he can steady his breathing first. 

“Don’t you know it’s dangerous to walk alone in a forest, ducky?” Damn him and his stupid mask.

“I got directions from someone.” Quackity sneers, not wanting to continue this any further for the sake of his mental health and his reputation on the server.

“Turn back, you shouldn’t come here.” Dream jumps off the tree and faces Quackity, not wasting his time, the avian scans Dream’s appearance while the other is doing the same.

The stupidly bright colored hoodie is still in one piece, not tore off and sewed it places like he remembered. There’s no bandages or scars on Dream’s forearms, no potions or explosives attached to his belt except for his axe. He looks immature compared to the former Dream that haunts Quackity.

Dream’s looking him up and down, looking at the axe and bow he has on him. He cannot look over the possibility of Quackity being a threat to his best friend. The scars on the avian sure is making him look threatening, the vest that stops above his stomach and not to mention the shorts—-

“What are you looking at?” Quackity asks in annoyance, he can feel eyes on his thighs. Dream, shamelessly retorts back with a comment regarding his attire.

“You’ll get bugs bite with that much skin exposed.” 

“Well, are you a bug?” The avian sneers and pushes his way through, he swears he could’ve heard a faint ‘Might as well be’ from Dream but his minds are probably playing tricks on him. 

The sound of a crossbow being loaded is unmistakable, Quackity keeps his composure and stares at Dream boredly. No way he will be scared by an immature kid that has not experienced real threat before until recently. 

Dream’s grip on his weapon falters at the intensity of the avian’s stare, he hates how there is no fear, caution, amusement, anything inside those eyes. Facing the time traveler, Dream feels like he has no control of Quackity, and XD does not like that.

Dream’s fingers twitch, as if he’s trying to catch the strings connected to Quackity. In his perspective, everyone has strings attached to them, strings that control them, and once you get a hold on one they’re free for you to manipulate as you wish.

Everyone’s strings are clear the first time they join the SMP, later on new strings would find another attachment to tie itself to, overall it’s easy to make out the start and end of each of them. 

His most prized possession; Tommy’s strings are overall easy to connect them to himself, the discs and pets are obvious as well as Tubbo and his brother Wilbur. XD had told him to get a hold on the blond the moment he set eyes on him, you don’t question gods.

But Quackity, a mysterious addition to the SMP. Who Dream recognizes as the figure from years ago that saved him from a bunch of thugs, it was before XD came to him, an alluring figure that raises so many questions in his head. After gaining his ability, Dream wondered what Quackity’s strings would attach themselves to.

Imagine his surprise when his savior, branded as a slave, forced to fight to the death and appears on his SMP, so vulnerable and weak compared to how he remembers him. Dream was disappointed, displeased how the one he sees as a hero fallen from his glory. 

Not to mention the ridiculous amount of strings tangled together with no destination to where they end. The clear ones are Tommy and Tubbo while the rest are blurred or too far away for him to see. This does not discourage Dream but rather excites him, he cannot wait to entangle every last string to the avian.

He wants to explore every part of Quackity.

The wind brushes past them, none of them move. The atmosphere is tense with each in their own thoughts.

“What are you two doing in here?” 

A new voice pops up, causing Quackity to look back while Dream unequips his crossbow. It was none other than George himself, his blue shirt and regular pants, plain and simple, lacking his mushroom hat and royal cape as well as jewelry from last time.

George used to tell him that he would rather be known as a human than as a low ranked hybrid that can’t do anything. But that was before when he had no one to show him the beauty of his genetics with his closest friend —Dream— traumatizing children and the people.

“Ah, You must be Quackity. Sam sent me a message about your arrival. Follow me.” George yawns sleepily, gesturing to Quackity to follow and he does, anything to escape Dream.

Dream stands there, hand reaching out for the two of them. 

“Don’t worry Dream, if anything happens I’ll text you.” And the duo leaves. Quackity thinks that Dream can’t be that bad if he still cares about his friend’s wellbeing.

In truth, Dream is reaching out to grasp on a string, one that starts at Quackity and ends with George .

you cannot run away from the past, present, and future. XD

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“This is…”

Quackity is loss for word, George’s territory within the forest is something from a kid’s fairytale. A clear spot within the rows of trees, vines and mushrooms growing all over the place but makes a very eye pleasing decoration to it.

Flowers blooming along on the grass, logs with vines and red mushrooms sitting on them. The light illuminating the area and birds chirping, if this is where George usually sleeps at then he is truly Snow White or Sleep Beauty.

“It’s my comfort place but I’ve decided to let others visit to relieve stress.” George explains, hiding the fact that he built this place.

Quackity vaguely remembers this place as George’s hideout where he let his family visit every now and then, but it’s nothing like he remembers. This place was built recently and not at some point in the future like it’s supposed to.

In truth, George couldn’t brush off the feeling of death crawling on his skin. He instinctively built a shelter to protect himself and now it became a place for everyone to come by when they need help.

“Feel free to sit anywhere, I’m not exactly the best person to talk to but I’m willing to listen to you.” George scratches the back of his neck nervously, Quackity can’t help but snorts at him.

“I’m not so good at this either if I do say so myself. We can just sit and relax, I don’t want to pressure you into listening to my traumatic past and shit.” George seems surprised for a moment before chuckling, the avian’s joking manner reminds him of Sapnap so maybe he’s not that much of a stranger.

They both sat down on their own log, to be more detailed, only Quacktiy is sitting while George is laying down. All eyes are on the clear sky, watching the clouds pass by. 

The sun however, is ruining their mood by radiating extreme heat. Quackity, using little control he has over the god that is guarding him, with a flick of his wrist cool breezes gather around their spot and clouds are now blocking the sun. 

The mushroom hybrid’s eyes widened in surprise. He silently prays that George will take that as a strange phenomenon and not done by someone’s abilities. Either way, no one spoke for a while, just enjoying the sound of birds chirping and leaves moving with the wind.

“Hmm, Quackity?”

“What’s up?” 

“Do you mind telling me some of your adventures? Tommy would go off about how amazing you are, now I’m quite curious myself.” George lays on his side, looking at Quackity with his face resting against his hand.

“If you can handle them that is.” Quackity knows George is trying to get to know him, which he won’t let an opportunity like this pass. 

“Give me your worst.” 

And so Quackity does, he goes on about the time he was in the Arena, his fights and battles with some parts left out like how he continuously almost ended someone’s life.

“That snake guy fought dirty, like who would use poison in a fist fight?!” 

Yeah Quackity isn’t telling him about the time he used someone’s piercing against them.

“Nothing is fair down there, you do everything you can to survive.” George looks at him sadly, the avian has indeed been through a lot, and yet he’s able to laugh like everything is fine.

“Hey George— Oh you have a visitor.” Entering Sapnap, the sudden presence gave Quackity goosebumps. The intensity of his stare must’ve been too much as Sapnap visibly shrinks under his gaze.

“Ah, do you mind if Sapnap joins us?” It takes 2 minutes for Quackity to find the strength to give him a nod, eyes away from Sapnap. Said person was looking nervously at him but sat down regardless.

“So Sapnap, meet Quackity. Quackity, this is Sapnap.”

“Hello.”

“Hn.” 

The color drains from Sapnap as Quackity grunts at him in greeting. He’s not sure what he did to offend the avian but he’s trying to redeem himself in the latter’s eyes. Quackity knows this, but he just can’t forget that easily. After everything they’ve been through….

“What HISTORY?!” .

“Okay…. What is it that you need?” George thankfully breaks the tension, saving both Quackity and Sapnap who takes out a stack of files with rows of words as well as pictures inside.

“Dream asked me to hear your opinion on the possible future candidates in the SMP, he searched for quite a while…” Quackity eyes the file a bit, trying to read whoever’s names are on the list with little success. 

Thanks to George’s habit of reading things out loud, he is able to get a grip on the names of possible members not that he doesn’t know. 

“Hm… Who is Jonathan Schlatt?” George looks up from the file to ask Sapnap, oblivious to Quackity’s sudden silence. The two pay no mind to his frozen state, stuck in the many thoughts going through his head.

“Apparently he has a good reputation among SMPs and has a big influence on the people.” And a drunktard. Quackity adds silently. The train of time hits him hard, his arrival here means Manberg will be formed soon… 

“Quackity? Do you know him?” George takes his expression into consideration. Quackity flinches as the two’s attention is on him. 

“I-I do.” Cursing himself, the wind blowing harshly against his skin with completely new formed thoughts from none other than the God clinging onto his existence. 

“What is he like then?” His wings open up to shield him away instinctively. The ones on the side of his head hides his sour expression from the two. Sapnap is about to ask him again but George is better at reading him —like he always is— stops the blaze hybrid.

“Tell Dream to look further into this guy, now onto the next one… Puffy?” The rest is blurred away as Quackity looks at George in awe. His wings flutter in appreciation towards the mushroom hybrid and he can’t help but let a smile escape. 

The rest of the day went by, with George looking through the list with occasional questions asking for Quackity’s opinion until dawn arrives. 

Tommy and Tubbo find him not long after as they drag a sleeping Quackity back home, rejecting Sapnap’s and George’s offers of carrying the older avian. 

That night, Sapnap brings the newly edited file with added notes from George to Dream. The owner sits at the community house, looking the paper up and down and reading through the notes. He points at a particular name and asks:

“What’s with Schlatt?” 

‘ Look through his background n stuff. Make sure he’s safe to stay in the SMP and not just increase our influence and popularity. Something’s fishy about that guy.’

“Ah, George says he might be a dangerous guy after Quackity reacted badly to Schlatt. I mean, you can’t ignore a hybrid’s body language, especially avians, they’re like an open book.” Sapnap explains while looking through the newly created files and sighs.

“I see.” Jonathan Schlatt’s presence is a must. XD

❝Who’s this Dream guy I’m facing? Whatever, I’ll win and get the prize anyway.❞

➤Technoblade 

“Big Q! We came to check on you!” Tommy shouts from afar. Waving with Tubbo next to him along with the rest of his animal roommates.

Quackity wipes the sweat off his face with Sam and Sapnap working next to him. He smiles warmly at the two kids, it’s great to see them being children like they’re supposed to. 

“Your kids here again?” Sapnap laughs when Quackity glares at him, Sam sighs and scolds Sapnap. Quackity had agreed to the fact he should not treat Sapnap like he’s his ex-fiancé but rather as a newly made friend, he hates to say it but he misses the blaze hybrid.

“Are you guys still working?” Tubbo asks, he has many handmade lunch boxes for the three adults who accept them with grace. 

Taking in Techno’s suggestion from months ago —yes he remembers—, Quackity decides that he’ll be the therapist for the SMP while Puffy isn’t here and George is still insecure about his genetics. 

So they’re being a clinic, medical center, therapy office, whatever you call it. Sam agreed to help him out with building and Sapnap went along for the ride. Quackity is in charge of gathering supplies and furniture. 

“Are you becoming a doctor, Big Q?” Tommy asks while eating his lunch, he doesn’t see what good a doctor can do and it seems too boring for a guy like Quackity. 

“Yeah, I looked around for a couple of days and I must say… The lack of medical treatment is concerning…” Even before in his time, everyone always used potions to heal themselves which is causing changes in their body. 

The cells in their body cause reactions to certain ingredients in the different potions they use. Occasional small amounts are good of course but because of wars going on, healing potions was like mineral water to the members of the SMP. 

A year ago he read a book about medical treatment, it had a list of herbs that can be used as a different type of healing potions. Similar to golden apples that do wonders to your body, there are herbs, types of fruits and vegetables that give your body buffs.

“Yeah you’re right. We just keep drinking potions and they taste like shit.” Sapnap says as Sam bonks him in the head for cursing in front of Tommy. Quackity nervously laughs as he sometimes curses in front of the two… What Sam doesn’t know won’t kill him.

“Yeah but they work just fine. Why need a clinic?” Tubbo sighs at Tommy’s lack of thinking. 

“Toms, potions are made from many ingredients. A lot of them are made with blaze powder which cause burns to other species that aren’t blazes, you’re just drinking a small amount of it once a time but if you keep doing it, your immune system will not be able to fight back.” 

“10 points, Tubbo.” Sam says at the ram hybrid who flushes at the praise. Sapnap is gaping along with Tommy while Quackity himself is amazed by Tubbo’s knowledge. The kid had always been smart but this? Yeah he’s proud.

“Yeah, back in the arena I used them on a daily basis which took a toll on my body.” Which explains why he has the strength of a baby duck even after many fights he participated in. 

A wave of protectiveness washes over Sam as well as the clingy duo. Sapnap pats Quackity on the back to show comfort but he knocked the air out of the avian instead, maybe it’s the strength difference and Tommy nearly scratched the blaze’s face off.

“The clinic you can leave it to us, it will be done by tomorrow. Maybe Tommy and Tubbo can help you with moving and decorating?” Sam helpfully suggests and the kids are very eager to help out, already running inside to take a look and Sapnap laughs like a hyena at this childish antics.

“I’ll go to Dream to ask for an official permission to build a clinic, then go to George for the herbs.” He says and leaves, going to find Dream.

Despite having no intentions to find the green bastard, Quackity still needs permission from Dream, if he gets rejected he’ll just break the law then. 

Pulling out his book with a list of herbs and how they can make up for the unhealthy ingredients in different kinds of potions, Quackity starts to take notes on where to find which. 

Spider eyes are a great substitute for blaze powder but the effects won’t be as strong. However, the strength of the poison after mixed with the needed ingredients will decrease drastically, it won’t cause great damage to their organs but will help them out with poison immunity. 

Pufferfish can be used to craft water breathing potions, but in theory their poison can make a weak kind of painkillers. But if he’s not careful enough, the tetrodotoxin can kill him many times —Which doesn’t affect him greatly but will be a shame seeing the alert for his death by pufferfish—.

Quackity bumps into someone while checking his list. He quickly apologizes to the taller figure, his eyes meeting hazel ones as well as the color orange .

“It’s fine- You’re the new guy right?” Fundy gives him a warm smile with a tilt of his head at the end of his question. His fluffy ears twitching, waiting for an answer while his tail wags around.

“Y-Yeah I am.” Quackity answers, not expecting Fundy to be excited by his presence after all they didn’t become closer before the election.

“You’re so cool! Tommy told me lots about you! It’s always nice to have another hybrid in the SMP— Woah, are those your ears? They’re tiny wings! That’s so cool!”

Quackity is baffled by the amount of happiness radiating off Fundy. It’s like a tall child meeting his idol for the first time. 

“T-Tommy told you about me?”

“Of course, he always drops a ton of stories about you to dad even when I was a kid. It’s nice to meet you in person- Oh right I’m Fundy!” He gives Quackity a bright smile, showing his fangs and all like a small happy puppy. Oh it takes too much for him not to pet the younger.

Seeing Fundy again, in a pastel colored L’manberg’s uniform, no bandages of scars on him, no signs of paranoia in his hazel eyes, just genuine happiness means Wilbur did a good job at parenting this time.

“You’re Techno’s nephew, I purpose.” Hey hey, that’s Wilbur’s kid why think of Techno >:]

“Yep, Uncle Techno is very cool. I heard he’s still training with grandpa, his way of training is always so strict. I hope he’ll come back soon.” Quackity winces in sympathy for Techno, Philza is the angel of Death for a reason, whoever is his apprentice is up for a hell of a ride.

“He would tell me stories about you too, but more poetic than Tommy’s stories. Wouldn’t tell me who he’s talking about but it’s so obvious it’s you he’s thinking of. He respects you a lot y’know?” That is the truth, Techno’s poems and stories are filled with hidden love confessions for the avian, 5 years old Fundy knew that.

Quackity hums, it’s good that Techno respects him. He smiles evilly, thinking about the power he has on the outsiders when they learn the Blood God himself respects Quackity. Fundy watches Quackity thinking to himself and sweat dropped, the avian’s thoughts are all over the place but not in the department he wants it to be!-

Dad was right, this guy is extremely oblivious.

“So, where are you going?”

“Huh? Oh- That’s right, I’m looking for Dream.” Quackity checks his communicator, the sun is going to set in a few minutes so he should hurry up.

“Work stuff? People always finds Dream with work in their mind… C’mon, why don’t we hang out? We can stop by Niki’s bakery for a bite.” Fundy gives him his best puppy eyes, and of course Quackity gives in, sighing before nodding. 

In his past life, he couldn’t give Fundy the affection he deserved, and when he did, it was too late. This life, he’ll be the mother figure Fundy needs, hell, he’ll be his father figure or both. Anything to make the kid happy.

“That’s a bit rude, don’t you think?” 

A hand reaches out and grabs his, pulling him backwards and his back is met with someone’s chest. He looks up to see blond hair underneath a green colored hood, and his eyes widened when he sees the white mask.

Instinctively, he tries to get out of Dream’s hold but the latter holds him in place, one hand locking both his hands in a grip while the other is holding his book for the clinic.

“Hmm? A clinic? He should drop by to see me then.” Dream’s mask is slightly positioned upwards, revealing his smug grin at Fundy as if challenging him to step up and rescue Quackity.

Fundy is surprised at Dream’s challenge, the two had always been on friendly terms since he joined the SMP. They had a rather close relationship and never been hostile to each other until now.

Dream ignores the way the red string that connects from his ring finger to Fundy’s fades a bit and loses its bright color.

We don’t have time for such things as love. XD

“Let. Me. Go.” Quackity growls out, eyes wild when he registers the challenge Dream proposed to Fundy as a threat. Suddenly, the trees are against a strong force of wind as if a hurricane is coming. 

Fundy shields himself against the weather while the other two have a one way stare down. Dream can’t help but let out a chuckle, releases Quackity and hides his expression as fast as the way he appeared. 

The weather is back to it’s calming state again, Fundy shakes his head to get rid of the leaves stuck on there and Quackity goes over to help him. Dream watches in slight annoyance when Quackity has a white string connected to Fundy although in Fundy’s end it is quite faded.

But it’s still connected. XD

Dream shields his face with the white mask. Scratches the back of his head nervously and apologizes for his sudden entrance. He doesn’t dare to say he feels slightly relieved to see the string go back to its bright red color.

Fundy accepts his apology like usual, face flushing a bit as he smiles warmly at Dream. Quackity however, scowls at him, he hates the fake personality Dream puts up, his wings blocking Fundy from Dream.

“If it’s that important then I shouldn’t stop you guys from talking. Maybe another day?” Fundy offers, although his excitement died. Quackity sighs and nods, he watches Fundy walks away with his ears slightly downwards.

“So, shall we go then?” Dream fakes his innocence with one hand towards Quackity. Despite his sour expression, the avian takes it anyways and nearly stumbles when Dream pulls him forwards and picks him up bridal style.

“Hey- What the fuck?!-“ He gets cut off by the force of teleportation, making him nauseous as the scenery around them transitions into a different location. 

Quackity holds onto Dream tightly instinctively, afraid he might fall. His face is buried in Dream’s chest and he snuggles closer to the blond. The moment he hears footsteps, he opens his eyes and pulls back to see that they’re walking towards the community house.

Dream shamelessly hums a tune, still carrying Quackity who is taking his time to calm his breathing. The longer the better for Dream that is. Even when they reach the door, he still doesn’t put Quackity down and just kicks the door down. 

It takes Quackity a while to understand why he did it and when he does he immediately pushes Dream away to get off. His feathers ruffled offendedly.

“Why are you looking at me like that? You’re the one that clung onto me.” Dream defends himself, enjoying the way the avian’s face flushes in embarrassment. 

“Next time you do that, I will stab you.” A threat full of promises, Dream likes that in a man.

He pulls a chair for Quackity to sit down, the avian places his book on the desk between them. The plans for the clinic are written down, very neatly and carefully and Dream takes his sweet time appreciating the handwriting.

• Not everyone is good at first aid, a clinic for the public will help out a lot of people.

• Potions cannot be used regularly because it will become addicting as well as side effects for the body (sensory loss, overdose, ect), an alternative is needed. 

• When a person is not capable of taking care of themselves, professional medical attention is needed as well as supplies. 

“…And with the clinic open for the public, we can keep everyone’s health in check, mentally and physically— Are you even listening?” Quackity snaps in annoyance when Dream is dozing off.

He waves a hand in the air “Why do you care so much about others? It brings benefits to anyone but you.” 

“That’s incorrect, it makes me happy seeing others happy.” 

“But why bother helping them?”

“Because I’m willing to share my medical knowledge with people.” That’s true, the amount of books back home helped him survive on his own in a cave without going to the nearest village whenever he’s sick. The other reason is that if he cannot prevent the wars from happening then he will make sure everyone stays alive. Even if they’re dicks that torment children.

“You’ve thought about this quite hard, haven't you? It’s so carefully planned out. If I remember Tommy said you lived in a cave but from this book I can tell you had experience with starting a business.” 

Dream holds the book above him and catches Quackity red handed. The words stuck in his throat, Quackity cannot come up with a great defense and the other laughs with his hand on his mask, pushing it upwards. 

Dream suddenly sits up and leans forward to grab Quackity’s wrist, his lips next to Quackity’s ear and his voice comes out low .

“I cannot wait to find out all your secrets.” 

Quackity, too stunned to move, only did so when Dream was gone. Leaving a paper with his signature, approving whatever is written on it.

He touches his wrist, the one that Dream held. Trying to find a reason for Dream’s sudden change in action. 

Yes, they were close before the second war. They were on friendly terms, being buddies with each other, joked around, pulled pranks on George, and more… 

But this is too close. Last time it was Quackity who openly wanted to be friends with Dream, not the opposite. Yet here he was. 

As Quackity leaves the community house, Dream sits on one of the trees outside watches his figure disappear in the distance. 

He looks at his hand, inspecting each finger and scowls when there’s only the red string that connects him and Fundy on his ring finger. None that attaches Quackity to him. 

One day. He’ll be ours. XD

Dream hums in agreement. 

His mind drifts to Fundy, the energetic fox and fish hybrid always amuses him. Maybe it’s a mix in genetics that causes Fundy to age faster than normal. A handsome individual indeed, but foxes can be rather possessive .

When he first discovered the red string between them, XD had told him it was love. XD had cheered and danced about how easy it would be to manipulate Fundy. XD had told him to cut that string from himself. 

He tried of course, but it’s still there.

He enjoys the way Fundy would go on about his day, his family, his hobbies and more. Watching the slightest hint of possessiveness and protectiveness from the fox was fascinating. Fundy nearly attacked Tommy —his uncle— for pointing a crossbow at Dream as a threat.

But he found his new found interest. It’s not love, but rather an obsession. Quackity was his childhood hero, Dream loved the way he did not hesitate to kill the bandits back then, the way he bathed himself with blood without a care and walked out… But now he lost his glory, lost the blood thirst that Dream loved about him. 

Ah right, didn’t Fundy say something about Techno?

Quackity knew Technoblade, the infamous Blood God that walks on a red colored path. The mysterious warrior that survived and defeated many opponents in the Beast Arena, the one that Dream is participating in.

Techno is an unique individual. Dream would’ve worshiped the ground he walks on if it weren’t for him being sympathetic towards the lives he took.

The pink haired warrior with a hog’s skull as a mask is shown to pray after each kill. XD told him that Techno was like him, serving under a god, a brutal and skilled fighter, but their perspectives on the values of mortals are not the same.

Oh and for the Blood God to have fallen for a disobeying mortal. Quackity gives no fucks about the beings higher above such as gods. He’s his own symbol of freedom as well as war and peace at the same time.

Dream wonders if the two will get their happy ever after. XD has plans for Quackity and they aren’t pretty. The more the avian fights back, the more XD wants him.

He’ll face Technoblade tomorrow and give him his blessing.

❝Hey Bad, I might come home late today… Ah I’m helping a friend out that’s all.❞

➤Sapnap 

Murder In My Mind - Kordhell

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Dream observes his surroundings from the ground, a panathenaic stadium. 

The rows of seats were crowded, a mix of chatters and cheers filled the stadium. The battlefield is overall flat with some pillars in the way, opposite of him is his opponent behind the iron bars like him.

The Beast Arena is a big competition, all fair and square with a huge reward for the winner. Jimmy or well known as MrBeast holds this competition every two years for everyone to participate and millions of warriors were eliminated in the process.

Dream participated in a fair amount of battle arenas as well as underground ones. Above ground arenas are more neutral than the ones underneath, killing is prohibited, you fight until your opponent has no other way to escape. 

Many fighters quit after being eliminated once, a near death experience is never pleasant. If this was an underground arena, Dream and Technoblade would’ve colored the place with red.

That morning Dream visited Quackity, dropped by his clinic to make sure he’s doing well. Imagine his surprise when Sapnap was there with Sam helping Quackity building the place. 

Tommy, Tubbo and Fundy were there too. Helping the avian move his stuff inside. Fundy was eager to greet him although he can’t say the same for the other two. 

“Dream! Today you’re going against Uncle Techno aren’t you?” Fundy wished him good luck when Dream nodded. 

“Why do you call Tech uncle?” Tommy whined.

“Because I’m older than you.”

“You grow up too fast. I hope Techno beats your ass Dream.” Tubbo smacked Toms on the head and they all laughed. Sapnap wished him best of luck as well as Sam.

They all went to do each individual’s work. Dream turned to Quackity with expectations, the avian caught on and blushes in embarrassment —which Dream still remembers—. 

“C’mon, don’t you want to tell Technoblade something? Like a love confession, poem—“ Yeah he deserved getting punched, sometimes you forget this skinny ass duck had shed blood before.

What surprised him that morning was Quackity’s hand placed on his head. Giving him an encouraging pat which did wonders. 

“Good luck with getting your ass beat.” XD wanted to choke Dream, who is delusional enough to register ‘Don’t lose’ from that.

So here he is, with potions and gapples in stored as well as weapons. In the finals, the two of them are allowed buffs as well as actual weapons that aren’t made out of wood. 

He takes his mask off to steady his breathing, it’s quite cramped in here. Dream sneezes because of the dust and his eyes catch the sight of bright yellow slowly falling down. 

He catches the item and it was a yellow feather, Quackity’s to be precise. It has fallen onto his hair at some point. Dream chuckles as he remembers the tradition of avians giving someone their feather as good luck, technically he didn’t steal it.

Dream cuts the string of a fish rod hanging on the wall, a spare piece of iron ingot, newly crafted crafting bench and there he has a string necklace. 

He wonders if Technoblade will recognize the feather. Hybrids each have their own unique scent, his opponent is no doubt a hybrid with his ridiculous hair color and elvish ears. 

If this is able to trigger Technoblade, Dream won’t be able to die but he’ll get one hell of a fight for sure. The gap between their strength isn’t big, but one of them will struggle to keep up. 

Dream can’t help but tremble in excitement, a face off between two gods. He’ll be fighting to his heart’s content. 

Putting his mask back in place, Dream watches as the bars are pulled up. Light attacks his vision as well as the loud cheers of the audience nearly made his ears bled.

“ Welcome everyone to the finals of Beast Arena!

A competition that is held every two years with millions of contestants participating to win 100.000 diamonds as well as netherite.

After months and many eliminated fighters we are finally at the finals!

Dream, an axe wielder with many tricks upon his sleeves. His strategies had left his opponent stricken before being striked!

Technoblade, a sword user that relies on his instincts. Despite his looks, his opponents usually don’t end up pretty!

A battle between brains VS. brawn.

Best out of three, whoever draws blood from their opponent first wins!”

In different circumstances they would’ve fought until the other was unable to fight. But after last season, the winner became paralyzed due to a serious injury they got to put in a handicap.

Dream whistles at his opponent. Any idiots would have mistaken him for a girl before taking their last breath. 

The braided pink hair, white buttoned up poet shirt and high waist pants and boots. The golden crown resting on his head, hog’s skull as a mask and red royal cape flowing in sync with the wind. 

Technoblade is more formally dressed for the occasion than Dream… A green hoodie, regular black jeans and boots, his mask is the only thing that makes people recognize him. Yeah he needs to talk to Eret about his fashion taste.

Green eyes behind white mask zeroes on the same shade of yellow colored feather crafted into an earring. There is no doubt red ruby eyes are on his necklace.

Dream should be enjoying annoying his opponent, but seeing the earring backfires a bit. Only gifted ones like them and Quackity can tell the internal battle between them when in reality they’re just walking to the center.

Jimmy looks over his friend Karl, asking if he’s ok. The boy shakes his head.

“Is it just me or are they already fighting?”

BIRDIE?QUACKITY?FEATHERS?ISHEOK?WHOISTHIS?XD?!DEXTER?!WEDEMANDANSWERS.ANDBLOOD.KILLDEXTER.KILLXD.KILLHIM.

You’ve always been quite a chatterbox, Khorne. XD

“Are you sure you’re not lost? Shouldn’t a princess be at her castle?”

“The homeless should stay on the street.”

Jimmy himself can be considered gifted. Although a god is watching over him, yet they found nothing in common. Jimmy wants to help people while the god wants to conquer so he isn’t able to hear the fight between two gods.

Karl however, he can’t be sure.

“Both fighters, get ready.” The referee starts. Although none of them paid attention.

“He said good luck.”

“Who?”

“You know who.”

“Three!” The poor man stuck in between the two of them, even with their masks he can tell it’s a stare down.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Kinda cruel of you to forget about him. It’s hard to forget such beauty.”

“What.”

“Two!” He wants to go home. If this goes on, he’ll get eaten by the tension in the air.

“C’mon, Fundy told me about your love stories about him. If you’re still like this I’ll steal him instead.”

“W- You know Fundy?- Heh?!”

“His wings are really pretty, y'know. Whenever he blushes, his cheeks puff out.”

“One…” Author please let me go. 

“Listen here, pal. I’m here to fight not to hear about you being delusional—“

“It was such a shame, he begged for you during his last breath.”

“Wha-“

“It was pathetic how he died.” XD

The referee doesn’t have a chance to say ‘Go!’ when the buzzer goes off. Dream barely dodges the first blow from Technoblade, the blade aimed for his neck. 

The crowd was loud but not as loud as the voices were. Crazed eyes target Dream’s location as soon as it doesn’t see blood spill. The blond equips his shield to dodge the stab towards his heart and laughs. 

Their goal was to make blood spill, even just a drop will do and yet. Yet, Technoblade is coming at him with the intention to kill. Adrenaline fills his veins, just one mistake and he’ll have a sword through himself.

“Hey hey, are you trying to get yourself disqualified?” His voice comes out a note higher as he dodges the blade where his head was a second ago. Technoblade seems to be half conscious as he keeps going on the offense.

Deciding that he had played around enough, Dream switches to his axe and meets the sword head on. Technoblade, who is losing control, falters his grip on the hilt of the sword and his axe paints Techno’s shirt red. 

Immediately the buzzer goes off again, signaling Dream’s first victory. 

The crowd chants Dream’s name. His opponent clutches his injury, the pain seems to snap Techno back to consciousness as there is light in the pinkette’s eyes.

“You really don’t have that much control over yourself huh.” Dream sneers, maybe rumors were just rumors after all. Or maybe he was too strong. He side glances the figure on the ground glaring up at him, a string from Technoblade seems to be pulled by the other end.

His eyes travel upwards to see none other than the legendary Philza Minecraft. In a full black attire, his bucket hat was replaced with a wide brim hat with a veil, only if you look  close enough you’ll recognize the man because of the veil but with the help of XD he can see the many pretty well.

Or more correctly, feel. The Angel Of Death’s presence is intimidating after all.

He watches the medical team rush out to give Technoblade healing potions. Maybe Quackity was right, people do rely on potions too much. 

Technoblade refuses to drink any while he lets them bandage up his injury. Overdosing on healing potions will only bring him down in terms of speed and strength. 

“I’m ready to go again.” Dream whistles in amusement as the pinkette stands back up, all bandaged and awake. The buzz goes again and with the medical team retreated, they wait for someone to make a move.

Dream does as he sprints back, some audience seem to be confused by his action but ignores it when Technoblade starts to chase him. In his run, Dream starts to take bites of his limited golden apples and switches to his bow and fire.

Technoblade, without stopping his momentum, blocks each arrow with his shield and quickly takes a bite of his own golden apple. He takes out his fishing rod and swings. 

Dream’s open while aiming with his bow, startled when the string wraps itself around him and he’s moving along with the force of it. Up in the air, he looks down at Technoblade firing a loaded crossbow. 

He cuts the strings and fires an ender pearl onto one of the pillars. Already prepared for the vertical landing, he kicks himself off and goes for the offense while Techno is switching to his sword.

Once again two blades meet each other, the sound of iron clashing echoes the stadium along with the chants of their names. 

Maybe close combat was a mistake, during their dance, Techno swipes a leg under him causing Dream to lose balance and he catches sight of red behind the skull. An upcoming strike and a sting of pain from his forearms greet him.

“Now we’re tied.” Even with the buzz ringing, Techno’s voice seems to be the loudest to him. His arms stung blocking the strike that was meant for his mask, sacrificing the mask would’ve given him a chance to fight back but he’ll die before he does so.

Similar to Techno, he stops the medical team from offering him potions as he bandages his arms himself.

“Maybe you can fight after all.” Dream refuses to stop taunting his opponent. It was a mistake, one he will not make again.

“Save your words for later.” In sync with the buzzer, Techno starts first. Dream takes his axe out to block but the sound of teleportation behind him the moment Techno disappears in front makes him switch back to his shield.

The force of the sword clashing against his defense makes Dream jump back. Disbanding the shield, he fires rows of arrows at Technoblade. He uses his own shield against him and the blond scowls.

The fishing rod is swung at him again and Dream raises his axe to cut the string for it to go around its handle. Watching his weapon fly to Techno’s hand. The audience can already guess who’s getting the second victory.

Dream’s instinct is faster, the moment his axe is inches away from Techno’s hand, he throws a pearl and it lands on the blade. The newly added force causes Techno to lower his gravity point, nearly falling back when Dream kicks at the shield between them.

The shield shatters, and this is the first time they’re so close to one another. Green meets red, Chaos meets War. Techno pulls his rod back, the string tightens up around Dream’s fist making his grip on the handle falters. 

A kick to his abdomen gives the pinkette a chance to escape. They create a distance between themselves, both panting heavily. 

When the sound of the buzzer hits all ears, Dream looks around in confusion while Techno is carrying a smug smile. Looking down at his fist, Dream sees lines of blood dripping down. 

The sound of the gate being pulled up has him send a look that could kill towards the medical team. Dream simply takes another bite of his golden apple to stop the bleeding before signaling for the next round.

Before charging at Techno, Dream shoots an arrow up high to distract everyone including Techno. Successfully, Dream throws a pearl at the pinkette and kicks. Techno regains his attention on the battle as he blocks with his sword, not expecting the forces from the kicks he is pushed back.

During the constant attacks from Dream, one particular kick sent his sword flying out of his hands before a high knee to his abdomen sent him falling backwards.

As his back touches the ground, pain blooms in his shoulder at being impaled with an arrow. The one that Dream shot not a few minutes ago. 

“Now we’re tied.” Dream grins behind his mask. He had enough playing around, the winner will be him. He’ll win this competition and bring back the prize to Quackity. To show him that his attachment with Technoblade was a mistake. 

Technoblade scowls, he hasn’t expected such a high accuracy strategy from anyone. Techno might not be the smartest during combat, his brain shuts down and he chooses the first option there is in his mind. It’s called instinct. Very predictable which gives Dream an advantage.

Dream stands there observing Techno’s condition while he gets bandaged up. His opponent is a feared and ruthless killer, who has brought down many governments of villages and SMPs… But he’s still inexperienced in terms of fighting against someone at his own level. 

No wonder he respects Quackity. If Dream is scary when it comes to strategy and brain plays then Quackity is on a different level. Being a newbie around the SMP and yet he’s able to get a grasp on the place’s current condition and what it lacks and needs hence the plans for the clinic in 1 week’s time.

“Pay attention!” He barely jumps back to dodge a sword striking at his chest. Techno seems pissed off by Dream’s lack of focus on the battle, treating him like a fool. 

“Do you really think you can beat me, Technoblade?” His crazed smile is back in its full glory, adding to Techno’s anger. Dream doesn’t seem to be bothered to fight back, going on the defense.

“You’re easily driven by your emotions, your anger!” An arrow inches from his head.

“How do you think that your beloved died, Techno?!” ‘Shut up!’ Techno said.

“You didn’t even bother to check if he’s ok or not! What gives you the right to love him?” He sneers at the denial of feelings from Technoblade.

“Then why keep something to remember him by? Just admit that you love him. It’s not like he’s alive to hear that from you-“ Dodge “-When you have no idea about his well-being!” 

“Do you even care for him?!” 

Dream can’t tell what makes him so angry. Furious even. Is it because he’s not able to gain the attention of his hero? He’s not able to stand on the same ground as him? And this heartless pig is able to gain a place in Quackity’s heart? 

Dream knows a lot of things about Quackity from observing him. The way he softens whenever Tommy or Tubbo is around. The way he subconsciously acts like a child around Sam. How he sends Sapnap occasional fond looks as well as George too. 

How he looks at Dream in… Pity.

His hand strikes the moment Techno lunges forwards, halts in his monutum to pull back. Pink strands of hair fly around the stadium while red eyes are focused on the change of atmosphere around Dream.

It has always been pity whenever Quackity looks at Dream. How he keeps his distance from him as well as looks of pity sent at him. 

Why is he still looking up to Quackity who doesn’t bother to acknowledge him even a bit.

If it is his attention that you desire, then we shall make him acknowledge you. XD

Dream, driven by the god, throws an ender pearl at Techno to finish him but his eyes grow wide when he sees his opponent doing the same. 

Both pearls, at the same speed and accuracy, clash into each other.

The two forces of teleportation meeting create a blast, hitting two fighters. The crowd panics and screams, pushing each other to run away. 

Jimmy calls his medical team even if they’re shaking in fear and hesitation to check on the two. 

After 2 minutes the smoke clears, revealing Technoblade barely on his feet and Dream holding his face on the ground. His mask is in pieces.

Philza’s eyes widened in the empty rows of seats. Technoblade was not affected by the Ender Blast because he was a man-made hybrid. If he was a natural hybrid, the explosion would’ve destroyed his cells… But Dream is a human, he’ll be gradually affected especially in such a close proximity.

Blood dying his pink hair a darker shade, clothes torn in places as Techno holds his mask in place while Dream screams in pain. His scream was anything but humane. Almost sounds like… An ender? 

Techno gets a glimpse of his opponent’s face and takes a step back. Dream doesn’t miss the action and covers more of his face, blood dripping down creating a puddle. He fights back the hands coming up to check on his face, growls and hisses should not be coming from a human born at all.

Needless to say, Philza screams at the people below to get back when a particularly loud scream erupts from Dream. Some employees faint at the spot due to being close to Dream when he teleports. Leaving particles in his place. 

Techno doesn’t know what to do. He stays there frozen, finally accepting healing potions before falling down from exhaustion.

Technoblade won.

He won, yet Dream was right. Techno always told himself that he’s doing this for his family, his loved ones and… Why hasn’t he sent one letter to any of them? He turns a single red eye at his father, who forbade him from contacting anyone else.

He raises his hand to feel the feather pierced to his ear.

Is Quackity really… Dead ?

Maybe it’s time to come back after all.

Dream pushes himself against the wall behind the stadium. Blood stains the grass a darker shade as he hastily reaches for a regeneration potion. Some of the substances spill out due to his shaky hands but it helps regardless.

His condition is a mess, swirls with different colors invade his vision while his skin aches. He reaches out to find his mask just to remember it shattered in the explosion. Driving Dream into panic.

Why did his body timed the pearl the same as Techno’s?! His brain had no intentions of doing such thing and yet—

Your mortal body won’t help you achieve our goal. It was necessary. XD

Dream can’t say anything else when he takes out his communicator to dial someone. His trembling finger presses on Quackity’s number. 

“The fuck you do need-“

“I-I need help. I’ll send you my coordinates- Just— Come!” Each word was painful to say. When he is sure Quackity gets the situation he releases the heavy item onto the ground.

“Technoblade.” He hisses the name out in hatred. He can’t hurt the warrior directly. The difference in their strength is there.

But indirectly is still an option. XD

Tommy, Tubbo, Fundy, Wilbur… And Quackity . That’s right. 

His hand reaches for the feather hanging on his neck.

Maybe a part of Dream died at that moment.

Chapter Text

Dream opens his eyes to complete darkness, he panics and tries to sit up only to be stopped by a pair of hands smaller than his. 

“Don’t make me tie you to the bed.” Quackity threatens and Dream relaxes a little. He lays back down but tries to ask about his eyes only for a wheeze to come out. He is half aware of the fact he is shirtless currently, pain everywhere on his body.

“Did they allow tnts or some shit? Even potions can’t treat burns y’know?” The avian holds his head in annoyance. Dream had been half conscious the moment he called Quackity.

.

When he saw Dream’s body on the ground behind the stadium, Quackity tore his own clothes to bandage up what he could and searched for anything that could help out. The spare golden apples brought joy to him but died out the moment Dream refuses to swallow.

He asked questions such as his name, Dream’s location, what happened earlier but no response unless grunts count. Quackity almost hit Dream on the head and shoveled the food in his mouth only to halt at the familiar action.

“C’mon Dream, I brought you cake! Isn’t that nice?” 

“Get the fuck away from me!”

“Ah, I’m hurt. It’s not like it’s poisoned… or is it? Let’s test that out!” 

The image of Dream panting from exhaustion as well as pain is still in his head. It’s nothing new, he sees it everyday back in prison but this wasn’t Dream Dream. Just like Techno, who knows what this guy has been through?

Dream called for him. He trusts Quackity to help him out…

Without thinking, he took a bite of the golden apple, chewing for a bit before grabbing Dream’s face and kissed him. Causing Dream’s body to instinctively open his mouth and there for a while, Dream finally swallows the damn thing.

As embarrassing as it was, Quackity carried Dream home. The golden apple stopped his bleeding but his body still needs blood. 

Quackity audibly sighs at his stubborn patient trying to tear the bandages around his eyes away. He slaps the offending hand away and scolds him.

“Your eyes are damaged! Give them a rest you idiot!” 

“Hah! Big Q, show him!” Tommy laughs from the side with Tubbo snickering. Sapnap, George, Sam, and Fundy are here with them too. Fundy came the quickest when he got the news.

“Our first patient and it’s Dream.” Sapnap sighs. George gives him a comforting pat on the back as Sam goes to get more bandages. 

“Thank you for helping him, Big Q!” Fundy bows and Quackity flushes in embarrassment.

“H-Hey! It’s nothing- Please don’t do that! It’s nothing big-“

“Big Q, now Bitch Boy is awake. Can we go now?” 

“Tommy!” Tubbo hushes at his best friend.

“Technoblade must’ve been really strong huh.” George comments, Dream had always been the strongest out of their trio… Seeing him so beaten up brings a bad feeling to him. Sapnap knows this and nods.

“Of course Techno is strong! He’s my brother!” Tommy happily shows off, and Fundy scolds him to be quiet for Dream.

“I don’t think Technoblade did this much damage to Dream. He prefers swords and I’ve never seen him use explosive” Yet goes unsaid. He’ll use them of course, but not after the upcoming festival. 

“You’ll have to stay for a couple of days. Your senses are recovering, you’ll be triggered by loud noises and light. Your esophagus is slightly damaged so prevent yourself from talking-“

“Why don’t you use potions Big Q? To shorten the process?” Tubbo politely raises his hand to ask.

“Because this idiot already drank some. Maybe it’s the ingredients in the potion that caused some of his cells to react badly.” Quackity growls at Dream who had already fallen asleep.

His face softens at his patient. Quackity tells the others to leave, they all did while Tubbo drags Tommy out. He goes to turn off the lights and when he does Dream’s hand quickly grabs his.

“What the?!-“ He half yelled, half whispered but stopped when Dream’s breathing quickened. Quackity has no choice but to sit down on the bed with his hand in Dream’s.

It’s been two days since the tournament, and he wonders how much Techno changed. How long until their own reunion? 

“What are you doing right now, Techno?” Quackity whispers to himself. At some point he falls asleep, it is midnight after all.

Dream drags his bandages downwards, enough for his eyes to see and looks at Quackity, illuminated by the moon. Quackity was right about his senses recovering, but he was wrong about his recovery speed.

In fact, his vision seems fine compared to two days ago. He can see Quackity clearly, sees the movement of his breathing. 

If it was before, Dream would’ve stayed with Quackity. Cuddle with him even. But that part of him died, the only thing on his mind is revenge. He can only do so after achieving his goal with XD.

“…Even when you’re with me, you still think about him …”

Carefully removing his hand away, he picks up Quackity with some unknown strength and tuck the avian to bed.

Dream walks up to the window, looks at his reflection and nearly screams if he was alone. There was a big burn on the upper half of his face, although it seems infected because of the dark color.

He ignores it when XD tells him too and finds a shirt to put on. Luckily, Quackity prepared his green hoodie on the side of his bed, did the avian expect him to escape?

Pulling up his hood, Dream jumps outside through the window. He checks in his inventory for his communicator and fortunately it’s still with him. Who was he supposed to call for again?

Ah right…

At the same time, somewhere across the terrain in a bar. A message was sent to one of the frequent customers there who groans at the annoying ping. Picking up the offending device, yellow eyes widened at the notification;

You are invited to the Dream SMP :)

❝Presidency? Why is that necessary?❞

➤Tommyinnit

Quackity was furious.

That morning he wakes up in place of his missing patient. Who is still missing. He called George for confirmation and Dream was nowhere to be found. 

“Niki, another cupcake please.” 

“Big Q, that was your 5th one…” Niki says in concern.

“Because your bakes are amazing, I need something to calm me down.” He licks the leftover cream on the side of his lips and Niki sighs but gets him one anyway.

Fundy walks inside the bakery, not forgetting to greet Quackity when he sees him and rushes to the back. Quackity raises a brow in question but ignores it as he writes down some more in his medical textbook.

After a while, Niki comes back with his cupcake and hurries to close up. It’s still early, why close now? 

“Hey, is something the matter?” Quackity asks.

“Ah, It’s nothing… Me and Fundy decided to run for presidency!” Niki says in excitement. At that moment, Fundy walks out in his L’manberg uniform and a sign that says #COCONUT2020.

Fuck.

“Ahah… I must’ve stayed in the clinic for too long… What happened recently?”

“While you were taking care of Dream, Wilbur ran for president. Karl and George joined in so we figured we should too as a surprise!” Fundy helpfully explains everything to him.

Quackity might’ve stayed in the clinic for 3 days taking care of the green bastard so he missed a lot. Since when did Karl join the SMP?!

As if being summoned, Karl walks in. 

“Fundy, Niki! We’re setting up the debate in court!” With the same messy brown hair and multi-colored hoodie that hurts his eyes and cheerfulness, Karl is there in front of him in his full glory. No goggles or carrying a book with him 24/7 but it’s just Karl.

Browns eyes meet his, and of course Karl walks up to him and offers a hand. 

“Hi, my name is Karl! I hope you’ll vote for me!” Karl smiles brightly at him and Quackity almost cries. This is the Karl he fell in love with. The one that makes up for his dark personality with his bright and puppy energy.

“I-I’m Quackity… Sorry but I’m not into politics.” His heart aches when Karl deflates, not for long tho. His bright energy is back after a second.

“That’s fine! I heard you’re the doctor here, I’ll be needing your services then!” Quackity nods, not understanding that Karl is referring to his newly found problems… Voices inside his head.

“You know you can join in and observe, right?” Niki reminds him but he shakes his head regardless. Although watching Tubbo being the judge and Tommy acting childish in the debate is quite a sight.

Quackity leaves the bakery, saying goodbye to the three of them and he walks down his own path. 

A lot of people are absent as he takes his walk. That’s true, they’re all gathered at court to witness the ‘crying and screaming contest’ how Wilbur put it.

He’s not sure where he’s heading, wherever his legs take him then. Quackity eventually sees someone, that someone is Eret. It’s been a while since he saw them around the SMP.

“Quackity! Good timing.” Eret is still fashionably dressed; a white turtleneck with leather jacket and high waist jeans —What’s the deal with high waist jeans, are they the latest fashion????— and high heels.

“Do you need something?” 

“Ah first, congratulations on your clinic. Second, yes I do. Follow me, will you?” Quackity nods and they move underground to a place full of chests and… Was there an explosion in that hole?

“Where have you been?”

“Family meeting, can’t believe they tried to court me with a stranger.” Eret waves his hand around, it must be hard living in a royal family, Quackity won’t understand anyways since his parents were normal hybrid villagers.

“But I get to do some research about the Revival Book so that’s a win.” Quackity snorts at Eret’s smug grin, he can’t believe he didn’t hang out with her before.

“Come on, take a seat.” They both do, the room is small but big enough for him not to feel claustrophobic. Illuminated by a candle, it kind of feels like a date night. Eret pulls out an old book that doesn’t have a title.

“Almost everything about it is very cryptic and vague. The Revival Book connects with the worlds of death and the living and brings one side to another. It restores your canon lives but never specifies how many.

For a human to wield it will be impossible, the magic contained inside will invade their soul and they’ll become a zombie. It can also slowly paralyzes hybrids the more they  use it so even if you have your canon lives, you’ll be good as dead anyways.

However, it stated that the Revival Book is given from the above… Gods. You’ll be able to use it without side effects if you’re a god or blessed by one. The most broken part about this is there’s no limitations for the blessed.”

Quackity perks up at the last part. Technoblade had once told him about the voices, how it’s a curse from gods but why would the book regard it as a blessing?

“I remember when we first met. You said there’s no such thing as miracles unless you’re a god or close to one.” Eret reminds him and yes, Quackity remembers. Spilling his secret can get himself killed —if possible— but he trusts Eret.

“Eret, may I ask you how you think I survived death?” 

“My first guess would be totems of undying but then again, judging from the scars you showed me… Were you revived?” 

“No, I was never dead… Well, for long anyways. Look, I’ll be telling you something absolutely crazy but please trust me on this.” Eret nods without hesitation and it brings Quackity a feeling of relief. 

“My name is Quackity, I’m the vice president of L’manberg- Manberg. Became the Secretary State of New L’manberg, leader of the Butcher Army.

I hooked up with Wilbur Soot, married Jschlatt, fiancée to Karl and Sapnap. Son of Sam together with George and Hannah as my siblings. Actually, I was once engaged to you Eret.”

Quackity goes on about the wars that will happen, how twisted Dream will be, how he plans on saving everyone. The lives and smiles that were lost over discs and a goddamn drug van. 

“Yes, I was no less than Dream. I committed many crimes, manipulated my own father, lost my best friend- Tommy’s trust and my fiancée- But I’m trying to condone my actions through saving them all, Eret please, I hope you’ll help me out because I’m not sure if I’ll be able to do it alone-“

Eret suddenly stands up, startling Quackity who is afraid he might walk out on him and leave him staining the table cloth with his tears but the taller one walks over to hug him. 

His chest feels light after spilling out his stories, Eret pats him on the shoulder as Quackity continues to cry. 

“If I didn’t find a book about alternative dimensions and time traveling, I would’ve thought you were crazy.”

“I wouldn’t have blamed you.” He chokes out a laugh as Eret wipes his tears off for him.

“It must’ve been hard for you, but don’t worry, you’re not alone.” Eret says she was burdened with many family responsibilities, which wasn’t pleasant if your whole bloodline can be considered gods and powerful beings.

“How are you sure you have unlimited canon lives, Quackity?” They ask in concern, the avian gives them a reassuring smile;

“XD told me about my immortality when I died. I’m pretty sure a god wouldn’t lie.” He takes Eret’s hand and places it on the carved mark on his skin above the collar, behind his neck. He’s able to trace out XD in bold.

“So if gods are real, does that mean…?”

“Yes, there are people blessed by gods that give them a chance to stand on the same ground as you. Apparently if you perk their interest, they’ll follow you until the end.

The ones I’m aware are blessed with such are myself and Technoblade. We both have symptoms of voices in our head, they refer to themselves in third person and never specify which god they are.

I’m not sure if we consider it a blessing, Techno has very strong offensive powers while I’m just… me.” 

you’re special in your own way :] the time will come at its own pace :]

“Well, the Angel of Death is his mentor. I’m sure you have your own charms, Quacks.” Eret lightly pokes his forehead to cheer him up. She’s right, after all, Quackity is already immortal and that’s enough.

“Aren’t they holding an election in two days time?” 

“Yeah, last time I joined in and it was the start of a nightmare. So I’m staying out of it until the results are in.”

“That… Jschlatt. Will you be alright?” He’s grateful for Eret’s sudden protectiveness of his well being, the ram dictator gave him many scars mentally as well as psychically but it’s been years. His heart is inside Quackity. 

It tasted like drugs and alcohol. 

Thinking about it makes him lick his lips in hunger.

“If he does anything to you, tell me and I’ll get his ass on a grill.” They both laugh, Quackity can see why he proposed to Eret before. But he won’t be doing it again, at least romantically he won’t. Love isn’t why he came back.

“I’ll be needing your help in getting the Revival Book then. I’m not sure where it is but Schlatt will be in possession of it at some point.” Eret hums for a while, thinking about something before snapping his finger.

“There’s a recipe on how to craft a compass that is attracted to the force of magic. It stated here that the Revival Book has a strong dark magic inside to kill off normal humans and hybrids from touching it.”

He watches in amusement as Eret flips through pages and pages until stopping on one with information about its magic.

“I can take a trip back to my family’s library to look for the recipe. It will take a while for my return, please don’t hesitate to contact me.” Quackity smiles at Eret and nods who seems to melt at the sight.

They part ways and when Quackity is back on the main path again, he bumps into Wilbur who doesn’t seem that happy to see him.

“Where were you? Tommy and Tubbo were looking for you.” Wilbur manages to put up a smile for him. 

“Oh, I went and hung out with Eret. Is something the matter?”

“E-Eret?- No, not really. It’s just they wanted to tell you what happened at court.” Quackity watches in slight amusement at Wilbur’s change in expression. He seems to be bothered somewhat.

When none of them speaks up, Quackity was the first one to leave. 

“I don’t see why everyone’s so interested in you.” 

He stops in his tracks, turning back to look at Wilbur who has a scowl on his face. 

“Look, Tommy and Tubbo are all about you. They keep going off about how amazing you are, how strong you are and all that, I’m not sure myself who’s their brother anymore.

Tommy was getting back to normal before you showed up again after months of disappearance. A-And they kept putting me on the sidelines to go and find you!

You get everyone’s attention, even Dream’s! My own son and now Eret? 

Even when we were at court in a team with just me and Tommy, he still wouldn’t stop talking about you! Aside from being pretty, what makes you so special?! We’re both avians so I don’t see why they treat you better than me.”

Wilbur stops his rant panting, Quackity can see the way his body trembles each word. He looks at Quackity with teary eyes and the ravenette is rendered speechless before…

“…You think I’m pretty?”

He watches as Wilbur turns red and flees, leaving a dumbstruck Quackity behind. He knows what Wilbur is feeling at the moment, it’s obvious and so familiar that it hurts him too.

Abandoned. Jealousy

It’s the reason why he lost all senses to go batshit crazy. Quackity can’t let that happen.

Maybe he should go talk to Tommy.

He walks back to the clinic to see two mops of blond and brown hair in the distance. When they see bright yellow wings, Tommy and Tubbo rush over to him and attack with a group hug.

Quackity laughs along with them as he ruffles their hair, making Tubbo smile brightly while Tommy pouts childishly.

“Big Q, why didn’t you come to support me?” Tommy whines and Tubbo surprisingly backs Tommy’s childish antics by giving him the cutest puppy eyes he can muster.

“I’m not into politics, alright?” Quackity says softly, fortunately both kids buy it and lead him inside the clinic. 

He listens with glee to the duo’s stories about what happened today. With a slight difference from before, there were three parties in court unlike last time, two. The reason for that is Karl encouraging COCONUT2020 because he wanted more opponents.

“It was very chaotic! Dream even showed up!” Quackity quickly scowls, the green bastard went missing yesterday night just to show up where he wasn’t. 

“Y’know Big Q, if you ran for president I would volunteer to be your vice-“ 

“Hey!” 

“Sorry Tubbo, I met him before you. You can take Wilbur.” 

“Tommy, why would you prefer me over Wilbur?” Quackity asks innocently. Tommy’s previous statement brought concern into him and increased his worry about Wilbur. 

“Huh? Why wouldn’t I? You taught me so much Big Q! You also let me do whatever I want and don't control what I do, right Tubbo?”

“Well… I don’t think control would be the right word… Wilbur just wants what is good for us but sometimes he’s very strict.”

“Yeah! But you let us be free! Wilbur puts all these kinds of orders for us, I don’t want to be in this voting crap, I just want to have fun.”

“Mhm. Besides, I don’t think we’re that old enough to become vice presidents.”

He watches the two bicker around. He wouldn’t say it’s entirely Tommy’s and Tubbo’s fault for ignoring Wilbur but they’re not right either. It’s not one sided. But they are right about Wilbur having too many expectations for them.

“You’re cool Big Q, we can be ourselves around you.”

“Like he said. We would much rather be kids around you than be adults around Wilbur.” 

Quackity smiles and hugs them. It’s good that they’re realizing that they should have fun at their age, just like his old kids. Nothing changed.

Except they did .

Children are greedy beings, always protective of their possession. And they already marked Quackity as theirs.

Maybe it was Wilbur that abandoned them before in his previous life. This time, they’ll abandon him before he does that same thing again.

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.

.

Two days later, Quackity sits in his office, writing down the list of people that visited him today. 

• Sapnap - Fever? (Overheat - might cause his organs to melt)
• Sam - Therapy Session (Stressed with work, needs to rest more)
• Tommy - ‘Fever’ (Gave him candy for him to leave)
• Skeppy - Broken arm 
• Dream; nowhere to be found. I will kill him.

“Ah, welcome! How may I help you?”

“Hi Quackity.” Karl walks in with his usual brightness that blinds Quackity everytime. 

The brunette sits down and answers a row of questions regarding his health and problems. He came to check out the recent problem that bothered him for quite a while. 

“I would’ve called them thoughts but they’re more like someone living inside my head and talking nonstop.”

Quackity writes down everything, his eyes occasionally looking up and down at Karl for signs of distress. 

“Do they annoy you?”

“Huh? Well, yes. They are loud and are very vague whenever they talk.” The symptoms are way too familiar with him by now, annoying voices inside your head? If that isn’t a god then he doesn’t know what.

“Is there a repetition in their lines?”

“They keep talking about fixing time and going back- I don’t know what they want me to do.” Karl frowns at himself, Quackity stops taking notes all together.

“Ah, Karl, do you believe in gods?” Quackity nervously asks, not sure how to explain it to the brunette.

“Of course I do. Jimmy’s bonded with one.” He chokes when Karl answers so casually. He’s not sure who Jimmy is but that’s alright, Quackity gestures for Karl to elaborate.

“There’s a god of Beasts that wants world dominance and follows Jimmy around. They don’t get along because Jimmy wants to help everyone, the opposite of it’s goal so he lives a figuratively normal life. But what does it have to do with me? Jimmy doesn’t hear voices in his head.”

“Well, sorry to inform you but that’s the same as your case. I’m not sure which god they are but they’re residing inside your head.” Karl seems baffled and stutters out questions, mainly about how he knows this.

Simply put, Quackity uses Technoblade as an example. Karl recognizes him of course so it made everything easier, he said he even heard what the Blood God were saying. He tells Karl to take it easy and ignore the voices for now, not all of them mean good unlike his roommate.

we’re still here :]

What a nuisance.

“It’s best for you not to know of its existence or what it is. Anything else?”

“Mhmm, that’s it I think.”

“Good, if they become too much, feel free to visit me anytime.” Quackity gives him a soft smile and pretends not to notice the faint hue of pink brushing Karl’s cheeks.

“T-Thank you.” Karl then exits the clinic quickly. Just when he’s far away from the clinic, Karl forgets to ask about Dream, since it wasn’t only the Blood God that he heard.

Another time then.

Quackity closes up his clinic and goes to water his plants. The clinic has been going fairly well, the health of the people are increasing as day passes without using potions.

Some started to call him Dr. Q which he insists not to. It was worse than Big Q, Tommy agreed. 

“Hey, y’know where the podium is?” Quackity freezes at the familiar deep voice, his body starts to tremble as the watering can falls to the ground. 

He knows this voice, he knows he’ll hear it again. He’ll see him again but he was never ready to do so. Not after living years without him. Quackity isn’t ready to face him.

“Oi, are you deaf or sum shit? Fuck, I’m out of beer.” Instinctively Quackity turns around to shield himself, expecting a punch or two but none came. He slowly opens his eyes to meet bright yellow ones looking confused at him.

“That’s one nasty scar there, sugar. You’re one beautiful bitch but I’m in a hurry right now… Or maybe they can wait.” Schlatt gives him a shit eating grin, a very alive Schlatt stands in front of him in full color. He reaches a hand out to grab Quackity’s face who is immobile.

His voice is still as deep as the last time he died. His muscular build despite running on alcohol every now and then. All Quackity can hear is the sound of Schlatt’s beating heart that nearly syncs with his own. 

The heart shouldn’t be beating. He tells himself.

It shouldn’t be inside him. He reminds himself.

It should be back with you where it belongs. XD   Someone says to him. One that isn’t his god but rather—

“The podium is in the opposite direction, jackass.” His vision is colored in purple. He can see a mop of blond hair with atenas sticking out on top. If it weren’t for the hoodie, he would’ve mistaken him for Tommy.

“Purpled…” Quackity whispers out like a prayer. It was indeed Purpled who saved him, turning a single magenta eye at him to check if he’s alright before nodding to assure Quackity that he’s safe.

“Kids shouldn’t interfere when the adults are talking. Didn’t your parents teach you that?” Schlatt sneers and smiles when Purpled seems agitated by his question. 

“Turn around and go straight, you’ll find the podium. Now get the fuck out.” Purpled snarls and Schlatt looks at him one more time before turning on his heels and walking away.

Purpled makes sure the ram hybrid is out of sight before turning around to face Quackity to ask if he’s alright. He flinches back when he sees tears spilling from mismatched eyes, Quackity is holding himself against the wall, trying to stop his trembling body.

“H-Hey uh- Dr. Q? It’s fine, he’s gone! I’m here so you’re safe!” Purpled waves his hands around in panic, not sure how to comfort the crying avian. He doesn’t have any friends or family members to show him how. Taking in what he saw in human’s ways of affection, he pulls a random out of his book.

Quackity looks up when he feels Purpled’s body around him, hugging him. He clutches the back of his purple hoodie and cries harder. They stay there until Quackity falls asleep from exhaustion in Purpled’s arms and makes the alian panics even further.

He takes a look at the sleeping figure of Quackity, the avian looks so peaceful even with the amount of scars on him. Purpled is more surprised that Quackity hugged him back. An action that never happened before, whenever he tried to hug someone, they would just be too afraid to hug back or disgusted. 

Even Punz never once returned his hugs…

“Purpled? What are you doing here?” He looks up to face Tommyinnit. The carbon copy of him looks at the person in his arms and removes his childish act which never worked on Purpled. 

“I’m taking Dr. Q back to bed. Is there a problem?” He holds Quackity tighter as Tommy’s face darkens. But quickly hides it with a nervous laugh.

“Ah, is that so. Give him to me, I’ll tuck him in for you-“

“There’s no need.” Purpled says, ignoring Tommy’s outstretched hands trying to take Quackity back. He casually takes Quackity’s keys from the older avian’s jacket and unlocks the door.

“Purpled.” Tommy growls. Blue clashes with magenta. Purpled doesn’t back out either, he instead smirks at Tommy’s anger. 

“Don’t you have to find your guest? He’s over there probably drowning, hurry up and greet him.” Tommy snaps out of his trance and scowls at the ‘copycat’ of him. The young avian runs towards Schlatt’s direction.

When he looks back, his vein pops at the sight of Purpled flipping him off before entering the clinic. 

Purpled had never disliked anyone in the SMP. His UFO simply landed here and he was offered to live within the territory of Dream. He lives alone with Punz as his only ‘friend’ who is more of a spy, taking in his abilities and reporting to Dream himself.

He looks down at Quackity and places him in the patient’s bed. Purpled isn’t sure why he helped out the guy being harassed by the ram hybrid, instincts he guesses.

The way Tommy seems so possessive of him brings a competitive side to Purpled. He always hated how people mistaken him for Tommy who gets more attention that he does, who is on everyone’s mind. He hates the guy with all his might.

But now, Purpled was able to remove Tommy’s act around others simply by being close to Dr. Q. Who he has taken a liking to. Unlike other avians, Quackity has 3 pairs of wings in total, one big pair of bright yellow wings on his back and two others on the side of his head, almost mutated… Almost just like Purpled.

Being an alien sucks when everyone looks at you like some circus animal, maybe Quackity will understand him. Who knows, he’ll wait for the guy to wake up.

It’s an hour later when Quackity opens his eyes to the sight of Purpled being asleep on a chair beside his bed. He groans and sits up slowly, the events coming back into his mind in a flash.

Quackity grits his teeth, he thought he got over Schlatt. He thought he moved on since the day he ate the bastard’s heart. Yet, he was defenseless against him. Only to be saved by…

“Oh, you’re awake.” Purpled yawns, giving Quackity a bored look as if expecting something from him.

“A-Ah… Thank you for saving me back there.” Quackity nervously says, he’s still unsure about how to treat Purpled. Sure he said he’ll give Purpled the love he deserves but the image of Slime and being betrayed still haunts him.

“We really do have a lot in common huh.” Purpled mutters to himself.

“E-Excuse me?”

“Your eyes. They’re like mine.” The younger one points out. It’s sort of the truth as they both have different colored eyes, Quackity with brown and blue and Purpled with magenta and yellow ones. There are also a big scar on their face, although Purpled’s more of a birthmark.

“You have extra wings too, they’re like my atenas. Are you a mutated hybrid?” Quackity’s hands instinctively cover up the side of his head only to realize his mistake. 

“I’m sorry- It’s not like I don’t trust you, it’s just-“

“It’s fine, I do that sometimes too.” Purpled smirks in amusement. Quackity sighs in relief. 

“You live alone? Doesn’t it get lonely sometimes?” 

“It does but I’m used to it. Having company will disturb the peace.” A single magenta eye widened and nodded in agreement. He gets what it’s like, Punz once offered to move in with him to make his mission easier only for Purpled to refuse. 

This guy was like him. 

Suddenly, the sound of small footsteps fill the room and a chicken with a bandana pops out of nowhere, jumps on Quackity and stays like glue. Following it was a wolf with a purple collar, they didn't get along then.

“Max, stop picking on Xavier.” Quackity scolds the chicken as if it understands him, it does as Purpled watches the chicken shrink under the intense gaze. 

“You also have a chicken as a pet.” Purpled says and Quackity nods, saying how it’s more of a roommate than a pet to him and he visibly lightens up.

They have so much in common! Purpled thought with glee. Maybe Quackity was actually his kind after all. Or maybe all this time being alone made Purpled a bit crazy, which he doesn’t mind.

He can see why Tommy was so possessive of such a being. 

Too bad, he deserves something better than that carbon copy of Purpled. 

“Big Q!” The annoying voice of none other than Tommyinnit invades their peaceful conversation, it ticks him off more knowing he did it on purpose.

“Ah, Purpled, how are you doing buddy?” With faked happiness, Tommy greets him who returns just as much. Quackity looks happy at the two getting along, oh only if he knew.

“Tommy, what did I say about barging in people’s homes?” Tubbo walks behind the young avian, both wearing L’manberg uniforms. Purpled scowls at glare Tubbo gives him, clearly heard from Tommy, no doubt.

They’re like twins, always in sync and sharing with each other. It seems like they’re sharing Quackity, who they treat like their own mother. He feels like they’re about to beat him up if he won’t leave any moment.

It really does feel like kids fighting for the attention of their mother. Purpled snickers at himself for getting into it too.

“It’s getting late, Purpled. You should head back, leave Quackity to us.” Tubbo says with faked concern. Quackity gives him a pat on the head for being caring about others and the ram hybrid smiles with glee.

“Alright then, I’ll see you tomorrow Quackity.” Purpled returns with his own smile, before exiting. The sudden darkness and quietness bothers him. The sky has already turned a darker shade with stars in the sky. How he misses his mother planet.

But he found something much more interesting.

❝Wilbur told me that Schlatt was actually my dad. He seems like a cool guy, Big Q.❞

➤Tubbo

❝Not as cool as you.❞

➤Tommyinnit

❝No one is cooler than you, Big Q.❞

➤Tubbo

Quackity wakes up the next morning with Tommy and Tubbo on either side of his bed. They were wide awake and dragged him to get dressed. Today, they’ll have a president for L’manberg, depends on who it is it will also be the start of nightmare.

“What is this?”

“Eret told us to make you wear this.” Tommy answers happily. It was a white buttoned up shirt and a dark blue vest with a yellow tie; tight black jeans and high heels boots with golden chains. 

“Hey, I’m just there to observe. Why am I dressing so fancy? And why are you guys helping Eret make me look fancy?”

“Cause it makes you look badass, Big Q!” Quackity gives up his protests at Tubbo’s smile. 

He looks at himself up and down, blushing slightly in embarrassment as he knows he’ll stand out the most in the crowd with others wearing their casual clothings to the election. 

At least his ass looks fat in these jeans.

“Ok, why are we bringing everyone out.” Quackity looks so done at this point as he watches his two kids putting leashes on his animal roommates. 

“So they can see our victory!” Tommy exclaims, it’s obviously an excuse for him to use Cornelius as a pillow on the podium. 

“Absolutely not.” Quackity says as Tubbo holds Aimee in his hands and pouts. He gives up when they beg to bring at least one with them and sighs.

That’s how they end up walking towards the podium with Xavier next to them. There’s no sight of anyone around the main path, every store is closed which is normal since they’re all here to witness the president of L’manberg.

Quackity gulps nervously, he can’t help but feel that each step he took is extremely heavy. Last time he made the stupid decision of joining votes with Schlatt hence the start of the second war. His absence will create a change, but he’s not sure how.

“Ah, I gotta go up there!” Tommy waves goodbye to them and walks up the podium in his L’manberg uniform along with Wilbur. Niki and Fundy spot him in the crowd and waves, they’re both in suits and look amazing in them. Schlatt stands there on a chair, looking sober and sends him a grin that makes him frozen.

Quacktiy flinches when there’s a hand on his shoulder and greets him, Purpled stands there in his full height, smiling down at him. His body blocks Schlatt’s view of Quackity which makes the avian grateful for. 

Tubbo twitches in annoyance at the alien who smirks at the brunette.

“Nice outfit, we’re sort of matching don’t you think?” They do, Purpled with a same white shirt and his unbuttoned purple colored vest and jeans; black boots with spikes as decorations. 

Quackity laughs at that while Tubbo is sending glares that could kill at the taller blond who crouches down to pet Xavier. 

“Quackity! Damn, you look hot!” It’s none other than Sapnap that compliments him and he flushes pink. Sam grabs the blaze’s head and pushes downwards, apologizing before hitting Sapnap.

On the podium, Niki is in awe at Quackity’s look. 3 days ago, Eret had asked her to make the outfit for Quackity and they both worked on the looks of it. She hums thinking of future designs she could make for the pretty avian.

Wilbur turns red looking at Quackity, his feathers ruffling slightly. Tommy looks at his brother in confusion but shrugs it off. He, however, looks at Karl in annoyance who is carrying the same expression as Wilbur.

George was nowhere to be found in the last meeting. Sapnap told him that he was sleeping, Quackity knows it’s his hybrid genes that makes him sleep so much. Mushroom hybrids get hallucinations on a daily basis and to live it off they’ll have to sleep.

He watches Karl fidgets about the results since he was alone and had no endorsement, and he sees Schlatt talking to Karl secretly behind the stage.

Quackity snorts when Wilbur starts to talk about fraud votes made by Fundy and how much he is proud of him. Although Wilbur got to spend hours finding out which were fakes.

 So of course, last place goes to COCONUT2020 but they seem happy regardless. 

Third place is SWAG2020, Quackity’s heart skips a beat. It makes sense since Karl is joining the election and being a big influencer on the people, there were more votes than last time being 440,00 votes but why would they come second ?!

With the finals being SCHLATT2020 and POG2020, Quackity feels himself immobile to everything around him, even Tubbo’s whines don’t snap Quackity back out.

Quackity planned for every possible outcome from the election, he was so confident about the victory of POG2020 without another party joining votes with SCHLATT2020 and yet-

Where did he calculate wrong?

Surely, nothing changed, Fundy tried to pull the votes over to his party by coding like usual. Even with Karl up there and not Quackity doesn’t change much since he and him were the same back then-

That’s where he was wrong. 

Everything changed the moment he traveled back. The moment he made a wish to XD. He doesn’t notice the major changes in people around him. 

All the pieces snap in place in his head as Quackity turns around to look up at one of the buildings. There, his eyes meet neon green. There stood Dream, unmasked for Quackity only as he watches everything go out to his plan. 

“And first place-“ The crack in Wilbur’s tone is obvious to all ears, even Tommy starts to look worried. 

Dream smiles down at him before placing his mask in place.

“-goes to the party led by-“ There it is, the look of despair in Wilbur’s eyes doesn't go unnoticed to the crowd as Purpled smirks.

Clouds suddenly gather around the podium, as the wind blows in sync with his increasing heartbeat. Leaves and branches flowing through as Dream disappears . 

“-none other than, JSCHLATT.” Quackity chokes on air as he feels his knees go weak. With more than 50% of the vote, Schlatt destroyed POG2020. 

None of this makes sense, it was all supposed to be like last time where Schlatt goes to third place, and without his presence POG2020 was supposed to win. It was fate,  no one can change fate- Quackity did of course but it was by the help of a god—

“Well, that was easy.” Schlatt laughs on the stage. Yellow eyes turn red as the atmosphere on the stage feels so heavy that Tommy fell onto his knees. It wasn’t only him, even the other parties felt it harder to breathe. 

It was impossible for a party run by a single person to win, but unknown to everyone. There is a vice president helping Schlatt’s victory. Quackity knows who. 

“Hey Quackity!” Purpled screams out for him when he sees the avian running away out of the crowd, he tries to catch Quackity but the branches and leaves hit his face as well as the strong wind current.

Quackity runs, he lets his legs take him wherever. He doesn’t know how he knows but he’s running to where Dream is.

Eventually he spots the vice president of SCHLATT2020 leaning against a building so casually it irritates him even further.

“Quackity, what an honor-” Dream says with his cheerful tone as the sky turns darker.

“SHUT UP!” Quackity punches the taller one in the face, causing Dream to stagger back. He’s exhausted from running as well as overwhelmed by the earlier events.

“YOU! YOU MESSED WITH THE VOTES DIDN’T YOU?!” Quackity grits out, holding Dream by the collar of his hoodie as he sees blood dripping out of the mask from his punch earlier.

“My my, what a strong accusation-“ 

“ANSWER ME GODDAMNIT!” Quackity leans his forehead against Dream’s chest as his voice cracks into sobs. Droplets of rain pours down on the SMP as Dream hisses in pain.

Quackity looks up to see Dream pulling his hood over his head to protect himself from the rain. The older one calms down before speaking up.

“I didn’t mess with the votes. Take a look for yourself.” Dream holds him flush against him and they teleport. They land on a building with a roof above them, from up here he can see everything going down on the podium.

“My first decree, as the president of L’manberg.”

Quackity feels sick to the stomach, he’s witnessing history happening again.

“The EMPEROR of this great country.”

He tries to look away but Dream holds him still, Quackity shakes as tears start to form around his eyes.

“Is to REVOKE.”

Quackity makes out Tommy pulling onto Wilbur’s sleeve while Purpled and Tubbo shout for his name within the crowd.

“The citizenship of Wilbur Soot and Tommyinnit.” 

Schlatt’s eyes flash and immediately everyone in the crowd goes to chase down POG2020, last time it was only Punz and Sapnap along with some people but not everyone .

He chokes out a sob when Fundy takes out his bow to shoot down Wilbur, with the help of Niki with him- Tubbo falls onto his knees as he vomits from the atmosphere around him. 

Quackity doesn’t know it but everyone aside from Punz is having difficulty breathing, everything feels so heavy as if there’s an invisible force crushing them if they don’t follow the orders of Schlatt. 

His eyes meet Schlatt’s blood red ones. Quackity turns his head away to be lost into Dream’s emerald colored eyes, he takes in the taller’s unmasked face and gasps at the big scar that is a void color. 

He saw the scar before, it took a quarter of space on Dream’s face but it somehow grew and took the upper half of the surface it’s on. Turned to the color black, he doesn’t miss the way Dream’s eyes are glowing. 

Like an enderman.

A notification sent to both of their communicators as Dream checks it out, he smiles before placing the device back into his pocket.

“Do you know what happened back there, Quackity?” 

“No… I don’t want to know.” Quackity breaks down into a mess, tears blending in with droplets of rain pouring down his face. He forgets whoever Dream is and holds onto to hide from his mistakes.

“It was the work of a god, Big Q. You’re a sign of freedom, always fighting back whenever someone wants to lock you up but it’s impossible to disobey gods. You should know that.” 

He does, Quackity knows but he tries anyway. He would rather die than submit into any kind of supernatural force that wants to use him. 

“You’re not afraid of being controlled, you’re afraid of being used, Big Q.” XD

He knows this voice, it wasn’t Dream’s- It was XD’s.

Like a rubber band snapping back, Quackity is hit by the fact that he isn’t the only one that traveled back. XD was with him, all this time, and he should’ve known better than to manipulate fate to his liking.

“We’ll meet again, Quackity. But when we do, it will be on opposing sides. I’ll be your enemy so spread your wings while you can cause when I catch you…

You won't escape.”

And so, Quackity falls unconscious into Dream’s arms. His mind vaguely registers the sounds of others calling out for him.

“Big Q, where are you?! I’m scared! Where will I go-“

“Big Q, help me, please- It hurts so much- Why can’t I control myself-“

“Dr. Q, where are you?! Everything is a mess! Where did you go-“

“Quackity, I hope you’re alive. I’m coming for you, just wait a little longer.”

Dream smiles with teeth in display, his hand raises upwards to the sky as he checks the newly formed string around his pinky to Quackity’s.

A/N: A sketch of Quackity’s design to brighten up the mood 👍

It’s just the start. XD

Chapter Text

Quackity wakes up to the sight of an unfamiliar ceiling, he sits up only to realize the lack of feelings in his hands. 

He listens to the sound of chains rustling behind his back as his hands are bound. Quackity breathing quickens as he makes out his room to be a cell. 

Through the iron bars there’s a hallway with a ladder at the end, Quackity reaches for it only to feel pain around his throat. He’s locked up.

The realization causes alarms to set off in his head, many voices speak over another in panic trying to get out. Quackity crawls to the nearest corner he can with the short light chains and hugs himself.

He’s grateful for whoever locked him up didn’t strip him out his clothes like the last time he was in a cell. So this isn’t some fighting arena, good. Or not, because he’ll most likely be chained like this for quite a while.

That’s right, he was too naive to believe things will change to his desire only for it to fail miserably. He remembers Schlatt winning and Dream knocking him out. He remembers hearing voices from multiple people who he cannot identify.

Imagine his surprise when Tubbo walks down the ladder with teary eyes and faint bruises on his face. 

“Big Q!” The kid cries out and runs to his cell, cursing the barrier that blocks the distance between them. Seeing his tear stained face brings an unsettling feeling towards Quackity.

“I’m glad you’re ok!- Oh my god, I don’t know what to do-“ Tubbo chokes out through tears as Quackity tries to get closer but the chains stop him. 

He wants to ask who caused the bruises on Tubbo but he knows already. His attention is on the familiar suit with green tie his kid is wearing and he doesn’t like it. Even his messy hair is styled to show his horns, by the orders of Schlatt, no doubt.

“Tubbo, where are we?” 

“Underneath the White House- Punz found you and took you to Schlatt two days ago… Everything is a mess, Big Q.” Tubbo sobs, he then tells him what happened while he was passed out, Pogtopia being created, Wilbur’s mental health going down to shit, and of course Technoblade’s appearance.

And now Tubbo is a spy for Pogtopia. Quackity decides that if many small changes won’t affect the future then one major change would. 

“Tubbo, run away from here.” Quackity bluntly says, startling the ram hybrid who protests against the idea of leaving him. 

“I’ll be fine, run away and find Tommy. I can’t let Schlatt hurt you anymore.” Quackity growls. Tubbo flinches at the action, he wants to shake his head and tell Quackity that it’s alright but he nods.

“I-I promise- But Big Q you got to—“

“Ahem.”

Quackity snarls at the new presence, Tubbo widens his eyes in surprise as Schlatt walks towards them.

“Tubbo, go and help Fundy with the paperwork.” Schlatt orders, the young ram hybrid opens his mouth to refuse but closes shut when the overwhelming pressure is back. Quackity shouts for his name when Tubbo falls forward onto his knees in submission.

After a few minutes, Tubbo wordlessly gets up and exits the room. Leaving Quackity with Schlatt, who has bruises and bandages worse than Tubbo earlier… Did they have a fight?

“I can’t believe how you’re able to put up with his shit. That kid is an animal.” Schlatt sneers while Quackity crawls away from the older ram hybrid. 

“You see these? The little shit used a glass bottle to attack me all because I locked you up.” The avian snorts, not buying anything that Schlatt gave him. 

Tubbo, violent? Yeah right. 

“Getting comfy in there, huh?” Quacktiy doesn’t answer him. As seconds pass, Schlatt becomes more impatient and fed up with his bullshit.

Suddenly, all the air left his lungs as Quackity felt it harder to breathe. His body feels too heavy to sit up straight as his head hits the ground. All he’s able to do is look up at Schlatt. 

“When I ask you a question, you answer me. Got it?!” Schlatt snarls in anger and the barrier gets heavier each second.

“Y-Yes sir-!” Quackity chokes out, his body isn’t acting to his liking but rather Schlatt’s. 

“Disobeying piece of shit.” Schlatt walks away, out from Quackity’s sight and he greedily sucks in a gulp of air. Sweat dripped all over him as he carried a massive headache. 

Is this the blessing that a god had given Schlatt?

Is it really impossible for him to fight back?

A piece of his heart died at that moment. 

Eret, where are you…

❝Why is everything so gloomy…❞

➤Eret

Tommy searches for resources all around the wild.

When Philza sent him to the SMP, it was for him to socialize while he trains Technoblade. Not for him to survive on his own.

Well… Now he has Wilbur and Technoblade with him. They had met their brother on their way running from the SMP and residing somewhere in a cave.

The changes in Techno were a surprise, he grew out compared to the fragile and slim built before. More muscles and strength, back then people kept mistaking him for their sister but there’s no way that is going to happen again… Especially with his height.

“Tommy?” Techno calls out for him, watching his brother from on top of his horse. Blue eyes are on the White House not far from them, a spark of hatred burns inside the ocean orbs. 

Ever since Tommy broke inside Manberg to get their stuff, he brought home a group of animals with him which Techno recognizes as Quackity’s roommates… But one was missing.

“I bet Schlatt has Xavier with him.” Tommy speaks, his sentence dripping with venom. It surprised Technoblade how much his brother changed, he had asked Wilbur about this and the reason startled him.

He’s been like this ever since Quackity died.

So Dream was telling the truth then. 

Techno thinks he has no rights to grief for Quackity’s death. After all, Techno was the one that gave up on him, as well as left the avian alone . He left his family alone. Now there’s nothing he can do with Quackity gone.

Of course, his god wants to believe otherwise. 

For two days, no one talked about Quackity. Techno was fine with that. 

“Techno, you promised you’ll help us take down Schlatt, right?” The same question that had been asked for the n’th time. Techno sighs and nods.

“Good.” Tommy then leaves to go on his own path. He’s separated from not only Quackity, but also Tubbo. Sure they said they’ll meet occasionally during nighttime but it’s not the same.

Tommy equips his bow, in case of danger. He doesn’t want to encounter anyone that wants to kill him at the moment. Not when he’s not back together with Tubbo and Quackity. 

The sound of leaves rustling nearby makes him point his weapon at the source. 

“I will pull the trigger if you don’t come out.” Tommy threatens. 

“The change in environment did wonders on your performance.” A wild Purpled approach. The avian sneers and pulls the trigger anyways, the alien dodges easily with a tilt of his head. 

“The fuck are you doing here?” Tommy barks at the other, god fucking dangit. Tommy is very much aware of his anger issues, Tubbo would be here to cover up the occasional slips of his child act but he’s not here.

The alien is the same as the last time Tommy saw him but his vest is missing, his clothes are stained with dirt and torn in places. There’s leftover marks of bruises on him that makes Tommy reconsider attacking.

“Listen, they captured Quackity, I’m sure you already know that.” Purpled smirks when Tommy’s anger is back at full force.

“Tubbo attacked Schlatt this morning, are you sure you want him to stay there to spy for you?” With fake concern, Purpled asks with his voice a note higher. At this point he switches from his bow to an axe but his glare doesn’t hold the same intensity when he thinks about Tubbo.

“You both are unhealthily overprotective of Dr. Q. If he stays there any longer, he’ll kill his own dad before he knows it. You would do the same.” 

“How the fuck do you know this?” 

“I live in a UFO. Don’t you think I have some sort of futuristic device to watch over everyone?” The alien clicks his teeth, it’s a strange hobby of his. There’s many hidden cameras almost everywhere he visited. 

“What are you proposing?” Tommy lowers his weapon, magenta and yellow eyes don’t miss the action and he smiles wider.

“I’m volunteering for the position of spy in Tubbo’s place. I’ll get Dr. Q out and when he does, I’ll join Pogtopia. After all, I am an alien, I’m too valuable for them to kill me.” 

It was a tempting offer. He’ll be able to get Tubbo to safety, next to one another like they’re supposed to be. Another perk is that Purpled will be dead if he’s caught so it’s a win win. Less competitors then.

“Fine. Get Big Q out as soon as possible or I’ll hang your head on a cross.” 

“I’ve heard worse.” 

When Techno calls out for Tommy to return, Purpled disappears the moment the other turns back at him. 

“What a freak.” Tommy shakes his head and walks back to Technoblade.

“Who were you talking to?” Techno asks and  slightly regrets it when he hears a low growl from his brother. He knows he should scold Tommy for his behavior but he hasn’t really been a good older brother either.

“No one… Techno give me your communicator.” Tommy holds his hand out expecting the device but Techno stands there dumbfounded. 

“I… haven’t needed a communicator ever since I left.” Techno answers honestly, Philza was strict when it comes to training and communicators would distract him.

“What? Oh for fuck sake- No wonder you didn’t know that Big Q died .” His heart drops to his stomach, a part of Techno feels extremely guilty for not being there for Quackity and Tommy when they needed him.

Wilbur told him about Tommy’s unhealthy coping mechanism, overworking his body by following Quackity’s past training regimen for him nonstop. Now he understands how his brother’s archery skills improved, maybe more than him.

“… What happened on that day?” Techno asks bluntly, Tommy arches a brow in confusion before realization hits him. The way his eyes darken at the memory makes Techno feel like an arrow was shot through him. Maybe he’s not the best when it comes to expressing emotions.

“Some wild animal attacked him or something. There was so much blood . We found him dead after finding out you left us without a word.” Tommy sneers before leaving.

Techno gulps, concern washes over him. This wasn’t his brother who was an egoist yet forgiving to others, childish and wild like an idiot. This Tommy was careless and fake, dangerous and a skilled archer. 

If Quackity was here, he would probably be different. Techno thought.

He wasn’t wrong, Tommy is in fact different when Quackity is with him. The moment he’s gone, Tommy will change like a switch. 

People change to adapt to their environment, to be able to face threats. Sometimes, it’s better to kill before being killed. Tommy is simply doing what he must to reach his goal.

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Quackity stared into oblivion as all the torches were removed, unleashing darkness around him. 

Schlatt pays occasional visits every now and then. He doesn’t know how long he’s been here, he lost his sense of time the moment he discovered how powerless he is against the powers of the upper beings.

“Oi, not even a hello?” Schlatt grunts out, Quackity ignores him and snickers. 

“It’s dark as fuck, shithead.” He bites out, Schlatt shrugs and sits on the ground next to the cell. He drank night vision earlier to let Quackity suffer in the dark, Dream informed him about the avian’s past of being enslaved in a battle arena, fucking shit.

“Want a beer?” Schlatt offers, he watches Quackity’s face scrunches up in disgust. That’s a no then. Doesn’t matter, more for him.

The silence is tense, with the sound of Schlatt getting wasted available to their ears. Seconds pass by and Quackity starts to get annoyed.

“Are you going to torture me or some shit? Or are you just gonna drink your ass off when I can’t even see you?” The sound of glass hitting the ground makes him flinch, Schlatt wipes the corner of his mouth before crawling over to have a closer look at Quackity.

“That would be too tiresome, the fuck do I look like? Someone that graduated from the torture department?” 

“Still can’t see dumbass.”

“Fuck, you got a point.” Schlatt takes out his cigarette and lights it up with his lighter, the small light and smell of smoke invades his senses. Quackity coughs and glares at the older.

“Better?” 

“Drop dead and it will be.” 

Schlatt shrugs, he paid enough visits the last three days to get used to the threats. He can see the similarities between Tubbo and Quackity, they both want him dead for some reason.

He remembers giving Tubbo to Philza, not Quackity... 

“May I at least know the reason that I deserve death in your eyes?” 

“Don’t fuck with me, you’re the one that gave Tubbo bruises.” Quackity hisses and Schlatt sighs.

“How many times did I tell you? He tried to claw my face off .” He points towards the bandages around the side of his head. The avian snickers which irritates him further.

Accepting Dream’s invitation was a mistake.

“Going as low as framing your son for murder.” Quackity sneers and Schlatt had enough.

The familiar electric shock goes through Quackity’s body as he shrieks in pain, falling forwards to the ground but the length of his chains makes it impossible, choking him instead. 

He claws at his collar that was dormant for weeks but was active again. Schlatt realizes what he did and fumbles with the remote, turning it off. 

Quackity pants, trying to steady his breathing as tears stained his face. He’s left in a state of confusion when he looks at Schlatt.

“Shit, sorry about that. Dream gave me this, he got it from Awesam guy. Didn’t know it would work like that.” He pockets the device immediately, Quackity tries to retort back but his throat hurts too much to do so.

“Listen, I don’t know much about you but I hope you can give me even the tiniest bit of trust here. Tubbo is my kid, I wouldn’t hit him unless he’s trying to kill me.” 

Schlatt turns around and walks away, he returns with a tray of food and opens up Quackity’s cell, giving the food to the avian. 

“Eat up or you’ll die of hunger.” Schlatt was about to exit the cell when he saw Quackity give him an ‘are you serious?’ look. Ah right… His hands.

“Fucking shit, I’m not your goddamn babysitter.” Schlatt sits down in front of Quackity anyways and raises a piece of bacon to him. The avian chomps on his fork, he swears he heard the sound of metal being crushed.

When he moves to the eggs, Schlatt, like the asshole he is, can’t help but snickers out;

“If you’re a duck hybrid, does eating eggs make you a cannibal?” He laughs by himself, but the traumatic look on Quackity makes him shut up. Is this guy for real?

“Dude…” 

“…”

“Are you gonna eat me or something?”

“…”

“Damn, it’s always the pretty ones that have serious issues.” He lets go of his fork in surprise when Quackity ignores him in favor of the eggs. 

“I need a beer.” Schlatt rubs his head and sighs, walking out with the empty tray to grab a half drunk bottle. Dream must be nuts telling him to keep an eye on a fucking cannibal. 

“Well, see you tomorrow.” Schlatt waves, missing the change in Quackity’s expression towards him. He has other problems to deal with.

“Fundy?“ Schlatt looks at the fox hybrid that was waiting for him for quite a while, it was nighttime and for Fundy to stay up it always means serious stuff.

“Mr. President… It seems like Tubbo ran away.” Fundy nervously reports to him, ears drooping and the slight crack in his voice says it all. Schlatt was nice when he’s calm and in a good mood, although he can be violent when he’s the opposite…

Fundy chokes on air when Schlatt’s eyes flash red, the tension in the room gets heavy as seconds pass by. He drops to the ground and clutches at his chest, unable to breathe.

What seems like hours which was actually 2 minutes, everything turns back to normal. Although Schlatt is still furious. 

“Anything else?” The ram hybrid sneers causing Fundy to whimper in fear, he nods shakily and Schlatt groans in annoyance but gestures for him to continue regardless.

“E-Eret demands to know where Quackity is… He said he’ll burn the White House if he doesn’t get an answer in 24 hours.” 

Schlatt growls low in his throat, he orders for Fundy to get him more alcohol and the fox quickly flees. He sits down on a chair and looks out the window.

He heard of Eret, Dream told him plenty about members that could be a threat to his position and Eret was a part of them along with Quackity. He doesn’t want to fuck with Herobrine’s descendant even when he’s blessed by a god.

Dream introduced him to the concept of blessings from gods and introduced one to him. Sure he has the ability to make people submit to him in exchange for his sanity, but that’s about it. He has no combat abilities to save himself from people like Dream or Technoblade and now Eret.

It’s not even a week of him being president and many problems are occurring. His son doesn’t trust him, his citizens don’t trust him, he doesn’t trust himself either. 

A knock on the door and Schlatt shouts at them to enter. A formerly dressed blond is at the door, he looks like Tommyinnit but purple, his mind supplied. 

“Who the fuck are you?” 

“I’m Purpled, I want to become your bodyguard.” Straight to the fucking point then, he guesses. 

“What? Why bodyguard?” Despite the height, this Purpled guy looks too young to be an adult, and definitely too bold to not be suspicious.

“I’m a skilled assassin, and a supernatural being from a different planet. I don’t want to be included in the regular people of Manberg, y’know.”

“You want a title.” Purpled claps his hand together and smiles brightly. 

“Bingo, and why would a president not have a bodyguard?” Schlatt squints his eyes, everything about this guy is suspicious, he asks for his reasons and Purpled sighs.

“You kicked Tommyinnit out ok? I’ve been wanting him gone since he appeared.” Purple Tommy leans against the window, glancing at Schlatt.

“If I want you dead like the others, I could’ve killed you the moment I was outside the door.” Schlatt sneers at the shit eating grin the kid gives him. 

“Whatever, you’re hired.” Schlatt waves his hand around, gesturing for the kid to leave but he stays in place. Annoying Schlatt further but he had other problems to deal with. 

Then he remembers, Tubbo was gone. Probably off to his little group of friends. Schlatt turns to Purpled and says;

“Your first mission is to find out where Tubbo is and report to me.” Purpled opens his mouth to say how he’s a bodyguard and not a spy only to shut up at Schlatt’s angry face. 

Schlatt picks up his communicator and dials Eret’s number, the first few rings get his heart racing, he silently prays for Eret not to pick up.

Luck wasn’t on his side when it halts on the fifth ring. The first 5 seconds of silence for him feels like an hour but when Eret finally speaks, he swears, the tension was as strong as his ability.

“Where is Quackity.” It comes out as a statement and Schlatt sighs.

“We’re having him under interrogation-“

“Bullshit. I swear, If I see a single scratch on him, I’ll make sure you’ll lose all your lives when we meet.” It ticks Schlatt off greatly, the ram hybrid grits his teeth.

“Are you threatening me?” 

“It’s a promise, Mr. President .” Schlatt throws his communicator across the room in anger, when Fundy opens the door with his beer, the fox yelps at the loud noise.

❝Eret? The device? Didn’t Dream give it to you? He said you asked him to get it for you!❞

➤Awesamdude 

“Royal Flush, I win.”

Schlatt let out a string of curses to another, it was his 10th loss in poker against Quackity. 

“You’re literally playing with one hand, why are you so good at this?” 

“You just suck at poker.” Schlatt has a shitty poker face, the avian learned how to enjoy Schlatt’s presence when the ram isn’t drunk. The moment the smell of alcohol is there, Quackity would tell Schlatt to leave until he’s sober or just ignore him the whole time.

He expected torture but it was just Schlatt keeping him company every now and then, when he asks for Tubbo, the ram hybrid would just leave and let him be with the dark. 

During these visiting hours, days? He lost count. Quackity starts to get over his trauma and remembers why he married Schlatt in the first place. 

Schlatt wasn’t always evil, he was a father after all. He was the first man to put up with Quackity’s antics and appreciate his beauty before drowning himself in alcohol. 

Schlatt started to desire something more than just the title President. He wanted to be an emperor, a ruler of the SMP hence the reason why he gave Dream the Book. 

Blinded by greed, Schlatt saw Quackity’s comforting actions as an obstacle to his goal and so the abuse began. 

“Your wings, did you ever get them treated?” Schlatt’s question startles Quackity, he instinctively closes his wings further.

“You’re a doctor, your job is to treat others and yet you don’t heal your wounds first? Damn, want a cigarette?” 

The small sign of Schlatt being considerate of Quackity’s condition brings him a little bit of hope for the man. After all, this man is Tubbo’s father and even if he would deserve the ending he got in the future, he deserves a second chance of redemption.

“Schlatt, stop drinking so much alcohol.” Quackity says in disgust when the ram hybrid’s hand reaches out for a bottle. 

“Unless you want to die, better stop, your health won’t be able to keep up with all the drinking and god’s shit on your body.” Noticing his slip, Quackity shuts up immediately as Schlatt widens his eyes in alarm.

“How do you know?” Quackity stays silent as the temperature drops several degrees. Schlatt stands up to hold his face in place, looking at him but the avian stubbornly closes his eyes tightly.

Quackity body drops forward. His single free hand claws at his neck. Schlatt redraws all affects as he realizes he was subconsciously using his ability. The ram hybrid leans against the wall, face in hand as he calms down his headache.

“Just tell me how, Quacks. Then we’ll be ok.” 

“It takes one to know one.” Quackity eventually answers, leaving Schlatt speechless. 

The unique thing about blessed ones is that they can identify others based on the god’s magic around them. Schlatt noticed Dream’s immediately, it’s hard not to when the overwhelming power was stronger than his. 

But for Quackity, he just assumed the guy was normal. There wasn’t even a string of magic around the avian and yet he doesn’t think Quackity is lying.

Bullshit. Are you doubting my powers?…

“Which God is it?”

“I don’t know. They never mentioned anything about them.” Schlatt eyes him warily before sitting back down on the floor with him. They sit in uncomfortable silence but not for long when Quackity volunteers to break it.

“Schlatt, as a doctor, not only is your curse driving you mad but also taking a toll on your body.”

“It’s not a fucking curse- It’s a blessing. you should know that.” Schlatt hisses.

“Do I?” And he actually considers for a moment, not once had Schlatt seen Quackity use any crazy ability that isn’t his hybrid genes. Sure, Dream gave him a fucking show of a lifetime and Techno is very open about his godly abilities. 

What about Quackity?

“They don’t even speak much any more since you locked me up.” Quackity can tell it’s not a coincidence since the same happened back when he was fighting underground. At first, pleas were made but eventually it stopped until he’s free again.

“I don’t care if you have me captured to lure Tommyinnit in, I am still a doctor and I cannot look away when you are dying in front of me.” 

Quackity’s heart hurts when he sees his Schlatt dying slowly, his Schlatt who isn’t power hungry, isn’t a violent freak, at least for now he’s not. Maybe he can save him, the old one didn’t have to carry the powers of a god with him to be wary of his small presence in this great world.

Maybe it really is a blessing, a wake up call for JSchlatt. In the previous timeline, Schlatt was ignorant to others above him, more powerful than him. His logic was simple, everyone is the same until one reaches for power and makes themself special. Who would’ve thought there were gods in this world?

Schlatt didn’t, not until Dream showed him.

“Fucking hell. You’re being too naive, Pumpkin.” Schlatt groans, he doesn’t notice the way Quackity flinches. He walks over to chain Quackity’s single hand, he inspects the bruises on the wrist and pales.

The avian looks over his shoulder and calls out the ram’s name multiple times. On the fifth time, Schlatt snaps out of his trance and does what he was supposed to do before rushing out after locking the cell.

He could’ve mistaken, surely. But if he’s not then there’s something wrong with Quackity.

Quackity doesn’t have a heartbeat .

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A week before the election

Schlatt inspects the small town that he was supposed to meet up with Dream at. 

It had been a total surprise when Dream himself, the man that faced Technoblade who is the self claimed Blood God sent him an invitation.

Schlatt sneers at the thought of Technoblade, at first he thought that guy was just all bark and no bite but the finals had cleared his doubts. He might be convinced Technoblade is a really skilled warrior but not that he’s a god.

He checks his communicator, double checking if it’s the right location before spotting neon green in the corner of his sight. 

Dream’s there and his heart rate picks up. The masked man looks rather stable compared to what the articles said, surely an Ender Blast would’ve killed him.

“Surely you’re not here to waste my time aren’t you?” Schlatt sneers, giving himself a cigarette as they move to a more secluded place of the town. 

Dream says nothing as they walk, when they arrive at an alley, Schlatt leans against the wall as he watches Dream check his communicator.

“Schlatt, what do you think about becoming President?” The question startles Schlatt, sure he was quite a corrupted influencer around the terrain that involves himself in politics but he never thought about being President.

“Unless you’re offering that position to me, I don’t see why I should fight my way up to become one-“

“Yes, I am offering you. Become the president of L’manberg for me.” 

Schlatt laughs at Dream, waving his hand around telling the warrior in front of him that he’s a maniac. 

“Surely not, isn’t Wilbur fucking Soot the president? Technoblade’s brother?” The same guy that took you down and is also trained under the Angel Of Death?” 

What Schlatt said must’ve hurt because he can feel the intense glare of his companion through the mask. 

“Wilbur’s not viewed as the President globally, there will be an election held in order for him to be seen as one by everyone in the world. I want you to take the title from him.”

“How exactly?” Schlatt is getting annoyed, he knows he’s a big influencer but Wilbur Soot isn’t that bad either. He can get some of the votes on his side but it won’t even be half of Wilbur’s for sure.

“Say, do you believe in godly beings?” At this he spits onto the ground. 

Schlatt has a rather reasonable view of life, everyone starts at zero and stays zero unless they start making achievements to add up to their value. Schlatt worked his way to where he is, he doesn’t like how gods are rumored to start at a solid 10 with many digits of 0 behind the more they progress.

It seems rather unfair for him, for everyone. Hybrids and humans learn their way into life, adapt to society and their environment to survive only for gods to rule over them? Utter bullshit.

“If you’re here to invite me to some religious cult then consider me out. Gods are just myths, that go through life in easy mode while we work our asses off and you’re still talking about gods?” Schlatt pushes Dream away and leaves for a hand to pull him back.

He’s about to slap the offending hand away when he sees that it wasn’t Dream’s. Fuck, it wasn’t anyone’s! The limb was just floating midair while holding onto him. 

“Take a look outside, JSchlatt.” XD

His head moves without his permission, his legs step forward without his consent and the sight that greets him is not pretty.

The town, covered in blood and corpses of the residents. The survivors don’t even look alive to start with. He didn’t hear any screams in the alley and here, the town that was lively not even 10 minutes ago was dead.

“Let me lend you my eyes.” XD

A pair of hands cover his eyes and when they are gone, he sees a monster looming over the corpses. The beast was like a gorilla without its skins, some of its limbs were rotting and falling apart. 

“Go, offer him a stay in your body. He’ll give you the powers you need.” XD

The monster spots a kid crying for his mother and the kid falls forward onto the ground before falling unconscious. Or so that’s what he wants to think. 

When Schlatt regains control of his body, he turns to face Dream and regrets it. 

The mask isn’t there, so is Dream’s face. Fuck, at least the monster had it’s tissues. There was a void where Dream’s face was supposed to be and a single eye that lacked its color green looking at him. 

Behind Dream looms over a giant. A giant wearing a dark green cloak with a hood over its head shadowing its face if it has one, two halos going around their head to form an X with eyes on them. There were many arms without joints floating around the alley and Schlatt nearly vomited.

Schlatt sees the way the floating limbs had strings attached to them like a puppeteer, Dream moves in rhythm as the arms. The sees the approach but his body doesn’t move when Dream places a hand on his chest and pushes.

Schlatt falls into the beast’s view, the creature sees him immediately and runs towards his direction. Schlatt crawls backwards while blocking his eyes from the terrifying view that is the monster and the smell of rotting flesh travels closer to him as well as the sound of organs falling out-

He expected a hit, really. But when he removes his arms away, the flesh of the monster stays in its position, reaching for him while its limbs fall apart. 

Schlatt holds his head when he hears a scream somewhere around, he looks frantically to see nothing. 

The ram hybrid stands on his shaky legs and runs to the alley where he was pushed away from to see no one, the only thing left was a full length mirror and a note on it.

Enjoy your gift. Come to the SMP :)

He angrily tears the offending note apart and looks at the mirror, his reflection is the same with one big difference. His yellow eyes are replaced with crimson ones and a claw mark spreading across his face.

Schlatt plants his hands all over his face, he doesn’t feel any scars and double checked. Everything was the same as before.

Just how fucking stupid are you?…

He flinches again, Schlatt still can’t see the source of the voice. He walks out to the town, over the corpses of the dead and puddles of blood. Looking down at one large red puddle however, he panics.

In the puddle, stood JSchlatt with a skinless creature that hangs around his neck like an oversized caterpillar, its eyes facing different directions while its sharp teeth mumbled something.

You are lucky my time in that body was running out, dipshit. Or else I would’ve eaten you…

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Today is the day Eret said he’ll be barging into the White House to murder JSchlatt himself if Quackity isn’t there to see him.

“Purpled.”

“What?” The alien scowls in annoyance, he was sharpening his daggers, with plans to escape with Quackity in his mind. 

“When Eret comes here, tell her I’m off making connections with SMPs.” 

“Alright- Wait, Eret?” Purpled doesn’t get his question out when Schlatt hops off his chair to go down to the dungeons again, typing on his communicator at a fast speed before arriving at Quackity’s cell.

The avian was still asleep against the wall, Schlatt feels a bit sorry for waking him from his beauty sleep but it’s that or he’ll face the wrath of Dream.

“Quacks, wake up.” Schlatt grumbles while unlocking the cell. The sound of the keys clanging with each other did raise the duck from his dreams.

Quackity doesn’t know what to think when Schlatt frees both of his hands, he’s too confused to even make a run for it and Schlatt is grateful for that. 

“We’re going out for today only, don’t try to escape because I have the controller for that thing on your neck.” The threat goes to deaf ears as Quackity knows Schlatt wouldn’t even pull the device out but obliged for entertainment.

“What’s the special occasion? You’re finally going to die?” 

“Bullshit. I’m hiding from my upcoming death.” Schlatt glares at Quackity’s smirk as they exit through the back of the White House.

Schlatt pales dramatically when he spots a flowing royal cape around the corner with the sound of high heels kicking down the front door open. Quackity is intrigued by the noise and peeks his head out to see what for Schlatt to pull him away. 

“Where the fuck are we going?” Quackity asks, slightly irritated when he wasn’t able to see who it was back there. Schlatt just tells him to shut up and pushes him in a temporary coordinated portal.

The avian blinks rapidly to adjust his sight that isn’t used to daylight. Schlatt walks after him to a rather busy town that is built for the entertainment of others. 

“We’re changing you out of that shit.” 

“What’s wrong with it?” Schlatt gives him a ‘what the fuck’ look before gesturing to his attire, yeah it might be stained with dirt and blood and tore in some places but what’s the big deal?

They enter a rather big clothing store, bigger than Niki’s mother’s old one. All the clothes are hanging on display and rather fashionable.

“Give this lanky motherfucker something nice, I don’t mind the price.” The employee seems a bit too enthusiastic to drag Quackity away who was about to speak up for himself.

“Too formal.” Schlatt turns down the white poet shirt underneath his blue vest and black jeans and brown shoes. 

“Too exposed.” Schlatt waves off the sleeveless black crop top with a black fur coat around his shoulders and denim shorts with high heels.

“What the fuck.” Schlatt chokes at the white turtle neck that ends above his belly, black jacket with golden spikes for decoration, ripped jeans above his fishnet tights and brown boots with chains hanging around. Damn, even his belt had golden chains. He liked the sunglasses tho.

Schlatt seems to take his current attire into consideration as Quackity checks himself out in the mirror. It was no different than his Las Nevadas outfit, the one he matched with Charlie except there’s more golden accessories added in like chains. The color wasn’t red but a deep shade of blue.

“I’m buying this” Schlatt finally says and hands his credit card to the cashier when he sees the white colored decorations on his wings. Quackity carrie’s a scowl on his face but Schlatt ignores nonetheless.

The ram hybrid doesn’t fail to notice the change in Quackity after they left the clothing store. He wants to ask what’s wrong but his tongue doesn’t seem to work… Or maybe his pride is in the way.

“We’re going to meet a friend of mine, don’t embarrass me, alright?” Schlatt misses the way Quackity seems to freeze at the familiar treatment. 

A nice coffee shop that seems to be doing well with the amount of people running in and out of the place. Quackity sees an empty table with a pretty lady that he recognizes as a big influencer in Twitch City —a big place for famous people varying between models and fighters, anyone that made a big name for themselves—.

Minx sits there while on her phone, Quackity hears about her from time to time whenever Schlatt has a meeting with other influencers.

His surprise when he sees the horns and tail, screaming about her hybrid genetic like it’s nothing. Quackity never saw another demon other than Bad. 

Demons aren’t welcomed in human society, they don’t represent that much of a good image. Myths with them coming from the gates of hell hidden somewhere to slaughter mankind which Quackity thinks is

But Minx is a rather popular influencer from hybrids to humans, everyone is passing by her so casually too…

Minx eventually catches on his staring and waves at them, to Schlatt to be precise. 

“Hey, isn’t it our beloved president? How’s the sleep?” Minx shoots Schlatt a smile, oblivious to Quackity’s presence.

“Fuck off, I only accepted your invitation because someone was about to cut my head off.” Schlatt grumbles before getting a third chair for Quackity, which brings Minx attention to their unwanted guest.

“Who’s this? Your vice president?” Quackity fights the urge to cringe at the title. Schlatt introduces him as his assistant which doesn’t make that much difference. 

“I’m Quackity, he dragged me here unwillingly.” Quackity scowls at Schlatt, not shy to express his annoyance at the ram hybrid today and the gesture confuses the older man. 

“I’m Minx, wow, Schlatt scored himself a pretty boy didn’t he?” Minx purrs, complimenting him and teasing Schlatt. 

The waiter comes to take their orders and in the middle of it all, Minx bombers him with questions.

“Are you a natural hybrid or a mutant? Those tiny wings aren’t normal, Quacks.” 

“Natural. How about you?” Quackity places his hands beside his face, covering up his charming point.

“Pft— I’m just a human, those wings of yours are beautiful, remind me of angels.” 

“Thanks…?” Minx keeps giving him compliments and praises which lowers his guard around her a bit but the more she does, the more fake it sounds and it worries him. Especially the lie about her hybrid genetics.

Schlatt watches their interactions, a part of him frowns at the dark feeling bubbling in his chest when he hears occasional flirts from his friend to Quackity. Another is quite curious to find out if Quackity did lie about his blessing or not. The god in him is not quite satisfied without an answer.

Minx had told him about her being a demon, or a succubus. Despite what the stories humans told about them, the only thing that differentiates her from regular demons is her powers that create illusions and bring out other’s desire. That’s the only difference. Both still eat mortals nonetheless 

Now, after the Dream incident, Schlatt can see her horns and tails. It proves that not even demons can hide from gods, which increases his fear of gods more than it should.

Suddenly, a shout of his name from somewhere behind makes him turn around to grimaces. It was the annoying old man that kept persuading him to marry his daughter. 

What sucks more is that the old man is a very popular individual too, probably more than him and Minx. 

Schlatt excuses himself and leaves, his communicator slipping out of his pocket and Quackity was about to call him but Schlatt was far off. The waiter returns with their orders.

“So… How did you and Schlatt meet?” Mischief glints in her eyes as Quackity blushes a little. The question reminds him of back in the days when they were newlyweds and having a decent relationship before…

“Ah, he became President of a country inside the SMP I’m staying at. I’m a doctor there.” Minx whistles to him.

“I never knew he was into doctors.” Quackity frowns in discomfort when Minx laughs, he quickly clears things up.

“We’re not dating.” 

“Oh? How about hookups? Surely-“

“None of that.” Quackity looks anywhere but in front of him.The feeling of hope crawls inside him, hope that maybe that they can be together again. Yet fear lurks inside him. He was able to talk to Schlatt like they’re friends with a strong amount of restraint.

“Why did you come with him then?” The playful tone in Minx disappears, confusing Quackity but he brushes it off as nothing unusual.

“Well he told me he was meeting you and dragged me along.” Quackity takes a sip of his milkshake as Minx grows slightly uncomfortable.

“So you sure you don’t like Schlatt?” Minx asks again for confirmation and Quackity nods, he can’t help but flushed at the thought of them being lovey dovey again. It would be nice. 

But scars never heal.

They sit in awkward silence as Minx looks agitated for some unknown reason much to Quackity dismay. He’s starting to worry where Schlatt could’ve gone off too. 

When Schlatt’s communicator lights up, Quackity eyes drift downwards to the device, it was a notification from Minx.

JustAMinx: Come back here and get me out of this shithole before I eat him myself.

Quackity pops a vein, he knows Minx is annoyed at his presence now. She made it clear in many of her interviews before that she dislikes strangers talking to her. But saying she’ll eat Quackity like he’s a weak animal is offensive to his pride.

Oh and Quackity knows what she meant by eat. 

The taste of Schlatt’s heart is still lingering on his tongue after all.

“So Quackity, Schlatt’s taking a long time. Why don’t we go somewhere… Private?” Minx purrs with mischief in her eyes. 

Quackity fakes his own smile, he simply stood up and took her hand in his. Placing a kiss on it. 

“Oh, my apologies. But I’m afraid I’ve been told not to follow devils around. I’m sorry but you’ll have to eat someone else for lunch .” He sneers the last word out and raises Schlatt’s communicator that was laying hidden on the ram’s chair.

Minx looks taken back and surprised. She stutters on her words as she stands up to push him back down his seat but Quackity pushes her away by his wings and leaves to find Schlatt.

Schlatt picks that time to return and Quackity grabs him and leaves. Minx seems to be recovering from the shock of rejection as Schlatt is very confused.

“Hey- What happened back there?” 

“Nothing. Now are we going home or what?” Quackity doesn’t seem to be enjoying his day out and Schlatt luckily took the hint and stayed quiet until their trip back to the SMP.

Eret had gone when they arrived. Quackity obediently returns to his cell and shoos Schlatt away.

“Why are you so pissy? Aren’t you happy I bought you new clothes and took you out?”

“ That is why I’m not happy,” The duck hybrid sneers. Schlatt scratches the back of his head furiously, trying to think of anything.

“Ok, at least can I know why?”

Quackity stubbornly stays silent, the ram hybrid eventually gives up and leaves. 

The avian holds himself close with his wrists bound. It had been the dragging and orders from Schlatt that triggered him. As well as the gifts and affection from him.

He’s scared that he might’ve fallen back in again. Into the dark and painful abyss called love. It had been his first rule not to break the moment he stepped back into time.

Love is a dangerous thing yet he yearns for it. Maybe he’s being childish. A part of him wants it, saying he deserves something. But is it true? Does he?

Upstairs, Purpled watches Schlatt apologizing to Minx as the lady laughs on the other line.

“He’s not one of your perverted clients then? That’s a relief.” 

“Minx, you nearly tried to eat him-“

“Oh, I want to meet him again, Schlatt!” Minx squeals like a high schooler and Schlatt is in a state of shock. 

“I’m glad I didn’t eat him! Schlatt, he’s perfect! If you’re not taking him then I will.” Schlatt walks out the White House while trying to talk Minx out of having an obsession over a guy she just met. 

Purpled looks on the far side of the room, at the calendar, counting down the days until he can take action. 

Maybe it can be tomorrow, the blond raises the keys in front of him, humming a tune as he watches the items dangling in the air.

❝If you’re going to mess this up, I will kill you myself, Alien looking bitch.❞

➤Tommyinnit 

Quackity isn’t sure what he expects after his day with Schlatt that was… Days ago? 

The ram hybrid doesn’t pay him anymore visits, it’s better for both of them. Quackity needs some time for himself, to kill off these silly feelings that shouldn’t have existed in the first place.

The sound of the trapdoor opening did surprise him, he expected Schlatt to come back since no one dares to come down here. But the sight of blond instead of brown hair makes him gasp.

“Purpled!”

“Shhh… I’m here to save you Dr. Q.” The kid smiles at him, relief flowing through him as he goes to unlock the cell. Quackity tries to crawl over to him but the chains prevent him from doing so.

“Wh-Why are you here?! This is dangerous!” Purpled laughs as the avian still has time to scold him. He frowns when he has a hold of Quackity’s chained wrists, with a deep color of violet spreading. 

“Here drink this, I know you don’t approve of it but just this once.” Purpled gently holds a healing potion to Quackity’s lips, the avian gulping all of it down at once and  his bruises start to disappear.

“Can you run?” Quackity nods and stands up, he nearly trips but Purpled catches him. 

He doesn’t know where Schlatt is but they are making their escape, the younger is wearing a sleeveless purple hoodie and black gloves that ends at his elbows. Weapons attached at the end of his belt.

“Innit is waiting for you, let’s hurry up.” Purpled hisses out when he hears footsteps behind them. 

So they ran into the forest, he vaguely remembers the path to Pogtopia if it’s still the same.

Purpled screams and drops forward when an arrow impales itself onto his shoulder and Quackity immediately crouches down beside him. 

When his hand reaches for the regeneration potion hanging on Purpled’s belt, another arrow shatters the substance.

“Well well, Isn’t this my personal bodyguard running away with my prisoner.” Schlatt walks out, nicely dressed and anger on his face.

“A-Aren’t you supposed to be at Twitch City?!” Purpled’s breathing quickens as Quackity shields the younger from Schlatt. Wings spread out.

“Quackity, I don’t want to hurt you.” Schlatt calms himself down and raises his hand as a peace gesture .

“-So let me take care of that traitor-“ 

“Not over my dead body.” 

Schlatt growls, something must’ve snapped in the ram hybrid as Quackity drops onto his knees, the familiar feeling of air leaving his lungs returns. Purpled is already in pain and yet-

The older man stops his approach when Quackity tries to stand up, it feels like gravity is against him as his shoulders feel too heavy. His wings still widely stretched out to shield Purpled away.

“ How dare you- Defy me ?!” He sees yellow turn into red as Schlatt lunges forward to push him out the way. When his body drops to the ground, Quackity fights the urge to lay there and pass out.

He surges forward to take the punches and kicks from Schlatt for Purpled. Who is concentrating on his breathing while looking pained at Quackity. The avian just gives him an assuring smile.

The assault just increases as he can feel a crack in his wings, maybe some feathers were plucked but nothing matters at the moment. 

But when the attacks stop, he hears the sound of grass rustling as Schlatt runs away. Then, Quackity is picked up into someone’s arms. The familiar scent of firewood and mint attacks his senses next.

“Q-Quackity?” A deep voice stutters out, but not as deep as Eret’s- They were not Eret.

Brown and Icy blue meet ruby red eyes. Pink is the color Quackity can see and he sends the man a tired smile.

“Technoblade, you’re here!” Quackity lunges forward and hugs Techno, letting himself lean against the built muscles that the piglin hybrid built over the years.

“I- I thought you died and- You’re here!” Techno’s voice cracks, as tears form around his eyes. Maybe, while he was trying to live in acceptance of one’s death, a part of him was still in denial.

“Quackity?” Techno calls but only to realize the avian had passed out from pain and overwhelming pressure.

The pinkette looks at the other figure on the ground, the kid’s wound is healing by itself as he was already unconscious from blood loss. Techno walks over to make sure the kid was alright just for his brother to arrive.

“Techno, what are you taking so long for?-“ Tommy stops midway and for two seconds, he runs forward and checks on Quackity. 

“H-Holy shit! Techno, bring him back to Pogtopia now- Who- What-“ His panicking stops for some reason when Tommy takes sight of the second figure, expression going dark compared to his relieved and teary one earlier.

“Do you know him?” 

“Yeah, he’s the government’s dog. Leave him to me, bring Quackity back to the base.” Tommy orders, and Technoblade hesitantly obeys. Getting on his horse with Quackity in hand and returning back.

Tommy crouches down and inspect Purpled’s pained expression. He slaps the other awake, ignoring the healing injuries and puddle of discolored blood around Purpled.

“Wake up, Alien Boy. Or are you going to stay asleep all day?”

The other gives no signs of waking up and so Tommy stands up and walks away. Not caring if Purpled will be caught or worse, killed in that state.

After all, he got what he wanted. Big Q is with him and Tubbo again.

“Look, Innit. Dr. Q needs someone that understands him more than a kid that clings onto him for attention.”

“He won’t need a rotting corpse, that’s for sure.” Tommy sneers, and retreats to find Big Q.

Chapter Text

Quackity opens his eyes, his sight adjusting to the dimly lit room with Tubbo sleeping against his bed. 

He regains feelings around his wrists and sighs, he remembers being rescued by Technoblade and Purpled. He was safe again in Pogtopia.

Quackity’s hand pats the top of Tubbo’s head, his tiny horns bumping out that will soon grow. He hums under his breath as Tubbo’s previous bruises are long gone with no distress in his face.

He turns his head back to look at his bandaged up wings, if they weren’t fucked up before then they are now. Dry blood paints his golden feathers and he can see a bit of the bone. 

His shifting around his bed must’ve woken up Tubbo as the kid sleepily rubs his eyes.

Quackity chuckles at the process of Tubbo waking up to shift his expression to a teary one. 

“Big Q!” Tubbo lunges at him, hugging him tightly while sobbing loudly. Quackity pats the ram hybrid on the back as he wipes some of the tears off. He brushes Tubbo’s bangs away to see wide glossy blue eyes looking up at him.

“I’m here now, bud.” That only sets the ram hybrid off further as he sobs onto his shirt, Quackity barely registers anything coming out of the younger through the crying.

“I-I’m sorry I l-l-left you! I should've stayed and- Kill Schlatt- Or get you out- But, I left you in that cell- I’m sorry!” Tubbo’s cries get louder and Quackity hugs the ram. Mumbling comforting phrases at Tubbo to calm him down.

Tommy enters next, the kid carrie’s a relieved expression as he runs up to the pair and… punches him.

The punch was light but with Quackity’s condition, he falls back onto the bed with a sound. Tubbo is scolding Tommy furiously, who is red with anger.

“Why are you so selfless?! We get that you care for us but never do that again!” Tommy yells at him, tears leaking from his blue eyes as he starts to crack before completely breaking down.

Quackity smiles sadly at the two, he didn’t think his decision would worry them this much. Maybe he never knew how reckless he is after all if Tommy is the one saying that to him.

He holds each of them close to him as he inspects both of them. There were bandages around their body but nothing serious, Tubbo told him they both got them from exploring for resources as well as sparring. 

“Hey guys, where’s Purpled?” Quackity eventually cuts their stories short, Tubbo’s ears flatten as he looks at Tommy nervously who carries a darker expression than previously.

“… He’s-“

“Ah, Quackity, you’re awake.” A tired looking Wilbur enters, Quackity instinctively holds Tommy and Tubbo closer to him. Because no matter how much he changed in this timeline, Wilbur will fall down to the road of insanity and lose all common sense as a big brother.

Unknown to him, Wilbur flinches at the looks of the clingy duo giving him. If they could, they would kill Wilbur for interrupting their reunion with Quackity.

“Guys, you guys can go first.”

“But Big Q-“

“Don’t worry about me.” And they leave, with Wilbur and Quackity alone together the tension grows tense. He still remembers their last conversation very well.

“You’re being too soft on them, y’know.” Wilbur sneers, offending Quackity but he stays silent. 

“What? It doesn’t hurt to scold them every once in a while.” With that Wilbur lights up his cigarette and the smoke fills the air. He smirks at Quackity’s clear discomfort to the smell and walks over to the sick patient on the bed.

“I still don’t get why they listen to you but not me. Their big brother. Is it because you look like our mother?” Wilbur hums and holds Quackity’s face to get a closer look.

“Hmm, without the scar, I’d say you’d look close.” The avian pulls himself back and snarls at Wilbur who laughs at his reaction. 

“Cut to the chase, Wilbur.” 

“So, how was it being Schlatt’s bitch?” Quackity punches him across the face. Fury drowned his usual soft eyes as Wilbur snickers.

“What else could you possibly be doing in that place? I’m surprised Tommy still took you in even when you could be a spy.

He trusts you so much that I envy you a lot, Quackity. Surely it can’t be because you’re pretty, did I mess up somewhere taking care of them or are you just that good at turning brothers against one another?” 

Quackity pulls the offending hand away from his hair as Wilbur frowns at him. He pulls the back of Quackity’s head and pulls him closer, until his lips are next to the ear of the avian with yellow wings.

“I’m getting my brothers back no matter what. Techno, Tubbo, and especially Tommy.” 

Suddenly Wilbur assaults his lips, startling Quackity as he gasps. Taking his chance to enter the other’s mouth, Quackity chokes on the scent of smoke on Wilbur’s tongue. 

His hands come up to push the brunette away but Wilbur’s physically stronger than him. Wilbur’s free hand moves to pull him closer instead. 

 And just for a moment, a short moment, Quackity gives in. Maybe he misses Wilbur’s kisses and attention back in Las Nevadas. Wilbur might not be the most stable and healthiest person to be in a relationship with, but he made Quackity feel like he’s special. 

“You are a walking second place medal, Quackity.” 

With all his might, Quackity successfully pushes Wilbur off him only because both parties needed air. The sound of their pants fill the room with only Wilbur the one feeling good at all, Quackity is catching his breathing and trying to clear the scent of smoke out of his system.

“Maybe there will be something else I’ll get.” Wilbur laughs to himself and stops when he sees pastel pink at the door to their room. 

Using his sudden divided attention, Quackity kicks Wilbur away from him. Eyes dark with fury and Wilbur is reminded that Quackity is a trained underground fighter, he holds back but when he doesn’t, it’s either lose a limb or death for the brunette.

Quackity calls out Techno’s name and the shocked figure snaps back to reality to come over his side. Annoying Wilbur further.

“And I was just getting started.” Wilbur shrugs and passes by Techno, glaring daggers at the pinkette who is holding back from doing the same.

They stayed there in silence, Techno looking everywhere but at the patient on the bed which amuses the avian further. It’s quite a sight to see the Blood God so… nervous.

“Quackity- I’m…” Techno starts after the sound of the door closing on them. He struggles to say anything as words get stuck in his throat. 

He’s not sure what to feel with a very much alive and conscious Quackity in front of him, but he’s so different.

Techno notices how his body gained some muscles even if they’re not much compared to Techno, the scars on his arms and how much longer his hair had gotten. What caught his interest the most is the metal collar on his neck.

“Techno.” Quackity cuts him out of his trance. Signaling Techno comes closer and he obliges. When he gets close enough, Quackity pulls him forward into a hug. Hand stroking through his pink locks.

“I’m happy that you’re still you.” 

Techno’s breathing pitches as Quackity lets out a small laugh. His hands moving to cup Techno’s face and stare into his red eyes. There is still light in them, emotions swirling around as Quackity feels relief it’s not the empty ones he’s so used to seeing.

“C’mon, why are you crying?” Quackity asks and wipes some of the tears threatening to spill. Techno is filled with overwhelming joy, something he has never experienced for a long time.

“N-No, it’s just- You look so different but you’re still- You. And I wasn’t there to save you when you died- But I’m glad- I’m glad you’re alive cause If not them maybe I-“

The rest of his apology frowns into hiccups and sobs, Quackity panics internally as his former (?) nemesis breaks down in front of him. What the fuck did Philza do to this guy?!

Techno on the other hand is feeling all sorts of emotions, positive ones. Yearning, happiness, relieved, in love- all that kind. He’s happy he gets to talk to someone again, someone that is willing to listen to him and doesn’t feel burdened by his pent up feelings.

Tommy and Wilbur are his brothers. But they’ve changed . He has no right to vent to them even if they said it’s ok to do so. He was the one that left first. Now, his brothers are cold and distant to one another, no one knows what’s going on with the other anymore.

Philza is a great teacher but he’s not the best at counseling. He’s a good father but Techno knows Philza has some of his own problems that he hadn’t told anyone or solved yet. But then again, will Techno be willing to share with Philza? Deep inside, a part of him wishes he wasn’t forced to go on that training trip.

Quackity… Quackity makes him feel safe. The one person that hasn’t changed after months. Physically yes, but he’s still… Quackity. The one person that understands him, listens to him without sugar coating his responses and advice to Techno. 

“Listen Techno, the world is corrupted by living beings. So what if you kill somebody? They could’ve been a murderer or worse.”

“But Phil said not to listen to the voices-“

“Are they inside his head or yours? We’re all going to die at some point, from the most tragic death to the stupidest. Your pick.” 

That was when Techno let out his problems with the Blood God. It is indeed concerning for someone to promote murder but yet again, he’s not entirely wrong. Techno had witnessed many corrupt governments and messed up leaders during his trip.

And it seems like this SMP is the same.

Just look at what it did to his brother.

“What’s this?” Quackity asks as his eyes drift to the yellow feather hanging on Techno’s ear. Techno shields the item with his long hair and flushes in embarrassment.

“I-It’s nothing.” Quackity shrugs and pats the seat next to him. The avian is unusually friendly today. 

“So, are you going to tell me about your adventures or what?” Quackity snickers at Techno who sits down as fast as he could and struggles to start.

Their conversation lasts hours, Techno feeling quite relieved that Quackity doesn’t blame him for anything like Tommy or Wilbur did. With laughter filling the room from Quackity, a bit too forced but he ignores it.

Quackity is using him as a distraction from Wilbur. 

That’s fine. He gets to talk to Quackity again. That’s what matters.

❝What the fuck do you mean, you’re leaving?! Alright fine, you better not betray us, Dream.❞

➤WilburSoot

The next day after that is a disaster. 

“Niki?” 

“Ah, Quackity. I’m happy that you’re doing well.” The girl offers him a handmade sandwich, apologizing that they’re not able to give him anything better but Quackity assures her that it’s fine.

“I’m glad you’re safe. Tubbo was so worried when he joined Pogtopia, did Schlatt do anything to you?” He smiles at the concern in Niki’s voice but tells her nothing.

“He did some investigation into my relations with Pogtopia, that’s about it.” He takes a bite into his sandwich, trying to stretch his wings but the bandages are making it difficult.

“Ah. Niki. I heard that Dream’s here, Isn’t he?” 

“He was. Apparently he’s giving us a helping hand in secret  but he still has outside work to attend to so he left on a trip.” Quackity frowns at the answer, Dream had told him the next time they’ll meet, they’ll become enemies. 

It will certainly be a problem, beating a tormented and powerless Dream is easier than a stable and calculating one. 

Bad thoughts, get rid of them. Quackity, you moved on from that phase.

“How’s Purpled?” He asks and Niki seems confused. Quackity tries again, asking if Purpled is in Pogtopia.

“No he’s not. He never joined us and no he wasn’t with you when Techno brought you back home with Tommy.” His blood runs cold as he ignores his pain in favor of getting out of his room. 

Niki desperately tries to get him back on his bed or at least put on a shirt. Quackity doesn’t care if he’s shirtless, or that his scars are visible as well as the bandages around his wings and shoulders. 

Quackity yells for Tommy and Techno in panic. He’s in a state of confusion and worry as Tommy immediately answers to his call.

“Big Q?” Tommy looks so happy to see him as usual, Techno and Wilbur soon appear carrying wary expressions on their faces at Quackity’s lack of smile when he sees Tommy. Tubbo soon joins them, holding Tommy back from giving Quackity a hug.

“Techno, did you see a kid wearing a purple hoodie with me two days ago?” He asks in a panicking state, the pinkette is startled at the sudden movement, Quackity grabbing his collar, automatically answers yes and that they left the kid.

Or it’s what should’ve come out when Tommy cuts him off instead. 

“Punz came and took him away.” The statement is blunt but his innocent facade can fool anyone but his brothers of course. Techno gapes at his younger brother and Wilbur looks down at the ground, not wanting to participate in the conversation.

“Techno- Why didn’t you save him?!” The sudden anger in the avian’s tone startles the pinkette. He turns to Tommy and Wilbur for help but none of them move. Techno was about to say what actually happened but Tommy’s empty stare freezes up the words in his throat. 

That’s not his brother-

Tubbo, behind Tommy, gives him a look of sympathy. Signaling for him to play along instead. Wilbur doesn’t even bat an eye at him. 

“I… Couldn’t.” 

“What do you mean you couldn’t?!—“

“Punz held Tommy hostage.” All eyes turn to Tubbo, even Tommy as he shrieks at his best friend.

“I’m sorry Toms but we can’t hide from Big Q.” They can and they are.

“Tubbs- You promised not to!”

“What? You’re embarrassed that your big brother gotta save you because Punz got you while you’re defenseless, right?” Tommy grumbles but nods, looking shameful at the ground.

Quackity’s grip on his collar softens and he lets go. He apologizes for his sudden outburst and walks over to Tommy, most likely to comfort him. 

He ruffles Tubbo’s and Tommy’s hair, the children seem annoyed at the action but the tension finally softens.

“Tubbo, it’s not ok to lie for Tommy.” Two pairs of shaky blue eyes look up at Quackity. Disappointment clear across his face as he looks over his shoulder, icy blue eye that sends shrill down Techno’s back.

“Techno, I’m sorry I misunderstood you. You’re covering for Tommy too.” He shouldn’t feel relieved, happy for all that matters because his younger brother is under the gaze of a new side of Quackity. 

“Maybe Wilbur’s right, I’ve been spoiling you guys for too LONG.” It shouldn’t be possible for someone to sound so passive yet aggressive at the same time. Maybe it’s an exaggeration but this might be the first time they’ve seen Quackity mad at Tommy and Tubbo.

“Big Q, listen to me-“

“Tommy, I’m really disappointed.” Dread washes over the blond, eyes wide in panic and empty. Words stuck in his throat as Tubbo holds onto his sleeve for support but the ram hybrid isn’t doing better himself. 

“Toms, Tubbs, I care for both of you. Purpled saved me. So tell me the truth.” Techno gulps at Quackity’s tone, but surprisingly, to Wilbur’s dislike, Tommy confesses what he did.

“It’s because that Alien Bitch- He said you’ll replace us with him ! You started to get close to him too! It’s like we’re really going to lose you-“

“Do you really have that little faith in me?” Tommy’s breathing hitches at Quackity’s sadness expression. Tubbo tries to back him up but nothing changes. This is serious.

“No- It’s not like that! Big Q!” Tommy looks like he’s on the verge of breaking any moment as he reaches for a retreating Quackity. 

No one moved other than Quackity. The children stare at the yellow wings in front of them and run. They hold onto the avian, face pressing against his back and cry. For the first time, they’re acting like kids. 

Niki looks in awe at the scene in front of her, she smiles softly. Tubbo crying is one thing but for Tommy to apologize is another. No matter what anyone says, the duo would never do anything to make Quackity hate them.

Wilbur seems to be having the same thoughts, fear running through his veins as he already knows what his brother is capable of. He wants to trust that Tommy still has a soft side to him under that threatening facade he’s been putting up. 

“Big Q! We’re sorry- Where are you going?!-“ 

“To find Purpled.” Quackity says, not even turning around to push the kids clinging onto him away. Letting their tears fall down onto his wings.

“You can’t! Not when we just got you back! Schlatt will-“ 

“Schlatt will kill Purpled if I don’t come save him!” Quackity shouts, shutting up Tommy mid way from convincing him. His wings expand, lightly pushing Tubbo and Tommy off him but their grip on him is too tight.

So Techno battles between siding with his brother or Quackity, he’ll lose in both anyways so he decided to stay out of it. Wilbur watches Tommy begging Quackity to stay with a bad taste on his tongue, why is he asking for some stranger to stay with him when Wilbur’s here?

“… Schlatt’s planning on executing Purpled three days from now.” Niki speaks up and all eyes turn to her instead Quackity’s. The avian face scrunches up in pain as if he knows already.

“Fundy told me. We still keep in touch and- They’re preparing to publicly execute Purpled in a festival.” Wilbur freezes when he sees a smile threatening to pop up on Tommy’s face only to fall back when he finally gets the current situation.

“The more reason for me to go.” Quackity makes an attempt to run but Wilbur stops him, the glare on the ravenette’s face has full intensity to burn a hole through his head.

“We can take action on that day. I’ve placed TNT under the podium and Techno got an invitation to the festival.” It should’ve calmed Quackity down but instead it backfires when Quackity grabs the hand on his chest, the grip is strong, of course it is, he’s a trained fighter in hand to hand combat.

“Big Q, listen to Wilbur-“ Tommy starts again, everyone flinches when Quackity looks down boredly at Tommy. Disgusted. Disappointment. All feelings that were never directed at the blond before.

“Tommyinnit, if you’re willing to trade the life of someone to save me, I appreciate it but I would rather die than let that happen.”

Quackity is furious. Maybe after his incident with Wilbur, he opened his eyes. The reason he spoiled this Tommy is because he’ll need it before all the war and shithole falling down onto him. 

But if this is the result of him spoiling Tommy, a self centered person that is willing to remove anyone in his way? Quackity doesn’t have the heart to leave him but he can’t leave Purpled to die either.

He suddenly goes limp, his body falling backwards into a pair of strong arms. Techno had knocked Quackity out with guilt building up inside him but it’s for the best. 

“Wilbur, do we have enough iron to craft an iron door?” His brother nods and goes to find the materials needed, Niki and the duo stare at him eyes wide.

“Tech- You cannot lock him up!” Tommy immediately goes up to either punch him or get Quackity out of his arms but Tubbo stops him. He knows that they two have no rights to talk about what to do and not to do with Quackity.

“It’s for the best… Quackity is an emotional person. We don’t know what he’ll do when he wakes up.” Niki says and leads the clingy duo away, Techno going into Quackity’s room and tucks the avian in.

“Don’t worry, I’ll save him for you.” Techno mutters out and leaves. On the way, he notices some oddly colored vines crawling on the walls. The voices in his head act up immediately, he’ll have to tell Wilbur about it soon.

Afterwards, everyone is quiet. No one dares to talk about the earlier incident, worried that Tommy might have an outburst at any moment. Tubbo’s aren’t any better either. 

Surprisingly, it’s Tommy who breaks the atmosphere by apologizing to Techno.

“Hey, Big T. I’m sorry about earlier, it wasn’t really pog of me.” Techno looks confused about what he should do, to accept or not to. But he’s still his older brother so of course he ruffles Tommy’s hair and smiles.

“It’s alright, I know you didn’t mean any harm.” To Quackity.

“So, what are we going to do?” Tubbo asks, a serious look on his face. His image of a weak side kick gone, as this will determine his relationship with Quackity in the future.

“Well, Techno will participate in the festival to distract Schlatt. Tommy and I will explode that bastard from underneath the podium. No offense Tubbo.” Wilbur happily explains. 

“Shouldn’t we talk to Big Q about this? He seems to know something about tomorrow’s events.” Tubbo asks, Wilbur immediately rejects the idea out of spite. Even with the ravenette outburst, his presence is still here.

“He’ll get himself killed if that happens. C’mon, go and rest, we’ll take action in two days.”

Techno wouldn’t describe those two days as uneventful. 

When Quackity woke up after the first day, he was screaming his lungs out. Panic and anger are still visible in his harsh tone. Shouts of curses and swears echoing through the cave.

It hurts Techno, Tommy and Tubbo to see the avian feeling so distraught. Sometimes his screams were mixed with sobs and that is when his heart felt pain he never felt before.

“Techno- Toms? Tubbs? Wil? Niki? ANYONE?! Please! Get me out of here!-“ 

Screams fill the cave for two days. Two days of Quackity screaming in agony is torture for them but certainly not Wilbur as he plans everything out just fine.

That morning when they were preparing for the festival, Quackity was oddly quiet. 

Techno makes a move to check on him but Wilbur stops him. So they left Pogtopia. With Quackity in the room.

It’s time. 

Atlantis - Seafret

⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

L’manberg is more crowded than usual. 

Many of the guests are from outside and most are celebrities. Techno recognizes none of them but a lot of them recognize him.

“Look over there!”

“Is that the Blood God?!”

“The champion of the Beast Arena!” 

Whispers and squeals erupt around him, stressing the pinkette further. 

There are tables with food and drinks set up for everyone, Techno goes to take a drink but chokes when it’s wine. These things were more of Wilbur’s liking. 

He spots some familiar faces that he remembers through Wilbur’s description of them. One of the former rival party leaders, Karl Jacobs is standing with Sapnap as they chat excitedly to one another.

A very powerful figure he spots is Eret. Wilbur had told him about their inheritance. As they stand out from the crowd with their royal cape with pink to blue gradient instead of red like Techno’s. Next to her is GeorgeNotFound who isn’t less fancy than his companion. 

The two observe through the crowd as Eret’s eyes land on Techno. Wilbur told Techno about how close he and Quackity were, which doesn’t bring a good taste to him. 

Eret makes a move to approach him but Schlatt appears on the podium, checking his mic and bringing everyone’s attention to himself.

The ram hybrid, Tubbo’s dad, wears a neat suit and a red tie, with a smile that looks too forced on him. Schlatt starts his speech.

“Welcome, everyone! Today, I am honored having my citizens and guests here to participate in the first Manberg’s Festival-“

Techno blurs everything out as his red eyes dart through the crowd, looking for anyone that can be a possible threat or ally.

His attention temporarily stays on a lady with violet colored hair and horns on top, he seems surprised as this is the first time he saw a devil, succubus, demon for all that matter. She looks bored as he does as her gaze looks hungry, searching through the crowd for a possible victim.

Next, red eyes meet blue ones. Fundy looks so relieved to see his uncle in the crowd. Techno feels dread upon him when his nephew looks so scared up next to Schlatt. Tears are already threatening to spill out of those ocean eyes.

With little will power, Techno drifts his attention to find a specific person. Dream. It’s suspicious how Dream said he’ll be at the festival and yet he’s not here. Schlatt would surely invite Dream because he is the second placed champion in the Beast Arena after all.

During his thoughts, a figure taps on his shoulder. Techno flinching violently in surprise turns to see Eret and George in his personal bubble. Schlatt had been done with his speech a while ago and everyone already went up to enjoy themselves.

“Technoblade. How is Quackity?” It would be lying if Techno said Eret not being mad at him isn’t a relief. 

“He’s back at Pogtopia due to… Circumstances.” Eret looks angry at the vague reply but George calms him down. Remind him not to make a scene in front of people.

“He’s safe, correct?” George asks and Techno nods. Is Quackity friends with George? 

“Aren’t you Sapnap’s friend?” Techno questions warily and George doesn’t deny it.

“We are. But my relationship with him won’t stop me from befriending Quackity. I’ve been dreaming about him, that’s all.” If Techno’s earlier response was vague, then he doesn’t know what this is.

Philza told him about how rare mushroom hybrids are, they get many hallucinations and sleeping reduces them but it doesn’t mean it stops when they’re unconscious. Sometimes, they get some visions about the future but it’s hard to tell them from their usual fever dreams. 

How does Techno know about George’s hybrid genetics? It’s simple. Nothing passes his brother’s eyes. 

“Do you know what’s going to happen next?” George asks again while Eret distracts an approaching guest that is trying to create connections.

“Purpled’s getting executed.” Techno says bluntly, George’s glasses crook to one side before he fixes it. Hushing Techno up immediately, looking frantically around to see if anyone heard him.

“Are you dumb?!- You can’t just say that so casually!” The pinkette stares at him dumbfounded, not getting why he’s being scolded at. 

Eret hands him and George some apple juice and plates of food, mainly because if all they’re doing is just talking, it would raise suspicions. 

“Heard you won the prize for Beast Arena, what did you do with the prize money?” Eret starts a different conversation, chewing on the steak alongside George who is gracefully drinking his apple juice. 

“Oh, I bought a fridge.” Techno takes a bite of his steak as Eret chokes on hers, George gaping at him while apple juice is spilling down onto the ground. 

Eret takes her handkerchief and gives it to George to clean himself, eyes looking at Techno warily as if he’s the weirdest person in existence. 

So what if he brought a fridge? His secret base needs something to contain food too.

Red eyes spot his brothers and Tubbo on top of a building nearby, spying on Schlatt as the man walks through each carnival games with a glass of wine in hand. Wilbur looks pained at his son sitting nervously on the podium, on guard. 

Sapnap is participating in an archery game with people cheering for his high score. Most guests are occupied at the food table while some are attending the concert of a famous singer, CORPSE if he’s correct. 

He checks his pocket watch, it won't be long until the outside guests will be excused and for the main event. 

Unluckily for Techno, Karl recognizes him from the crowd and waves at him to come to their archery shooting game. Suddenly, all eyes are on him as Techno feels a shrill through his spine.

“Technoblade! Try this game out! I want you to beat Sapnap over here!”

“Karl- I am NOT losing to the guy who beat my best friend! Get over here Blood God!” The couple seem to be oblivious to the stares the crowd is giving him. Some even seem frightened at his title.

“Why is there a murderer here?”

“I heard that he killed tons!”

“Is it safe to give him a bow?!”

“What if we all die!?”

With shaky legs, Techno walks over to the couple as George and Eret send each other wary looks. Worried for the pinkette. Techno may be titled as a ruthless murderer but from Quackity’s stories and their recent conversation, he is nothing but a social reject that isn’t as scary as he is told to be.

He equips himself with the bow and aims for the furthest dummy. His arrow lands on its target with scarily high accuracy. Sapnap groans as his arrow was knocked aside by Techno’s while Karl cheers for him.

However the crowd doesn’t seem pleased at all, whispers all around him as Techno feels a heavy feeling in his chest.

“Did you see that?!”

“He’s really a skilled murderer isn’t he?”

“Someone take the bow away!”

A hand slaps on his back as Techno hurls around to point his weapon at them, the attitude of the guests doesn’t get any better at his instinctive response as Schlatt is on the end of his bow.

“Woah there! I’m just here to congratulate you.” Schlatt raises his hands in surrender as Techno slowly lowers his weapon, he watches the man’s mouth move to say something to him but the intensity of the stares around him seem to block out every word.

“Techno, how about you come with me to be the guest of honor for today's show?” Techno opens his mouth to decline but the words get stuck as eyes don’t leave him. All he can do is nod. 

They go up to the podium as everyone turns their eyes on them. Schlatt talking into his mic as his voice echoes through the festival. 

“Eyes up here, everyone! Today’s main event will mark my place in history as the great president of Manberg.” When he turns to introduce Technoblade, with many of the crimes and achievements he got, the piglin hybrid can only cower slightly, not out of fear but rather pressure.

“Fundy! My man! Come and get the star for the event, why won’t you?” His nephew goes behind the stage, shoulders slumped as he walks. As some noises erupt from behind, Fundy returns with a figure next to him.

It’s Purpled, tied up and struggling next to Fundy. There’s many bandages and wounds than the first time Techno saw him. The kid’s look almost like Tommy as something sparks inside him.

“Ladies and gentlemen! Nonbinary and others! This person you see here is, you guessed it, an alien!”

The crowd gasps in sync as Schlatt grabs Purpled’s by the roots of his hair and shows everyone the discolored eye and skin as well as the antenna on his head.

“Don’t let his age fool you, this kid right here is a trained assassin and tried to betray me. And what do we do to traitors?” Techno freezes as the audiences scream ‘EXECUTION’ at the same time. What kind of crowd is this?!

Even Eret and George look startled. Karl is holding onto Sapnap tightly and avoids contact with any of the outside guests. Techno wants to get out of here and abort the mission immediately-

“Today, I got the one and only Champion of the Beast Arena to take the honor of executing the pest. C’mon Techno, don’t you prefer using crossbows with fireworks the most?” Schlatt smirks as Techno suddenly leans forward, as if something is trying to push him down on his knees. 

RESIST. E. BLOODFORTHEBLOODGOD. FEATHERS? give in already. RESIST! BLOOD- c’mon khorne! wreck havoc you fucking jackass. GETOUTEVERETT. BLOODFORTHEBLOODGOD. 

It takes him everything not to lunge at the ram hybrid. Although his glare is enough for the other to flinch back. 

Purpled gets tied to a pole at the center of the podium. His hair covering his face as the crowd shouts at him.

“Now, Techno. Load your bow and shoot.” Schlatt goes behind to guide him through the process. Purpled’s eyes widened in fear as he looked at the pitiful look in those ruby eyes.

His watch makes a sound, alerting that it should’ve been the exact time that the tnt goes off. Yet everything is still intact and everyone is waiting for his move.

“Do it already!”

“Are you going to do it or what?!”

“I bet half of my fortune, he’s not going to do it.” 

Chatters from the crowd and his head mixed together, swimming around, stressing the pinkette further as he glances around for anyone- his brothers- where are they?!

What are you waiting for, Khorne? XD

As if his last hope of calming himself down shatters, another voice appears, taunting the monsters to come out and play. 

If that wasn’t bad enough, the pressure on his shoulders seems to become heavier as seconds pass. His hands involuntarily load the crossbow with fireworks as everything becomes a blur.

“It’s a miracle you’re taking this long to obey my orders.” Schlatt snickers beside him as the crowd chants his name like he was a god.

All eyes move to the slow action of Techno taking aim at his target, the sound of the crossbow being loaded sounds so loud compared to the crowd as Purpled struggles more against his binds. 

Schlatt had already moved out the way with Fundy beside him. 

His finger is at the handle, all it takes would be one pull and he would be done with this and finally go home-

Just one-

BANG!

The sound of an ender pearl being thrown overlapped by sound of fireworks exploding mixes with the crowd’s cheer. Smokes and colors fly around the festival as Techno coughs at the smell of gunpowder overwhelming his senses.

Not only that, but the smell of blood is heavy in the air, he pays no mind as green colored blood paints the podium but his own runs cold when he sees the color red in the puddle.

Not to mention the yellow feathers flying around.

Eret is the first one to notice the presence of yellow feathers as his blood boils, he uses all his might and screams out the name of the one with bright yellow wings-

“QUACKITY!”

As the smoke clears out, half of Purpled’s body is burnt but he was saved by Quackity who took most of the blast for the kid. His already injured wings look in their worst state so far as bones stick out of the bloodied wings. 

To say that Quackity’s right wing is unable to fly is just one part of it. 

It doesn’t even look like it can move a muscle.

Quackity is hugging Purpled close to himself, muttering comforting words and promises to Purpled as if his wings are completely fine. 

The sight of blood from his beloved made all sanity left inside him disappear into thin air as Techno’s grip on the weapon didn't falter. Eret runs up to check on Quackity with George as the citizens of the SMP go to check up on their doctor. 

“Quackity! There’s so much blood-“

“C’mon, does anyone have healing potions?!”

“Purpled! Stay awake buddy- You’ll be fine.”

“Quackity! You shouldn’t be standing!-“ Quackity, half of his body burnt badly, blood dripping onto the podium as he walks towards Technoblade.

Techno pales at the sight of the burnt skin overlapping his permanent scar over his eye. He freezes at the hands reaching for him, staining his shirt red as Quackity shakes him back and forth.

“WHY?! YOU- SAID YOU’LL SAVE HIM AND YET!-“ Quackity’s tears turn into smokes as he shouts at Techno. 

Eret and Sam hold the avian back, avoiding his injured wings as George and Karl check up on Purpled. Schlatt on the sideline, he’s as frozen as Techno is when Fundy runs from his side to help them out.

“What the FUCK, TECHNO?!” Sapnap does the shouting in Quackity’s place as the man is dragged away. 

Whatever happens around him doesn’t matter as Techno’s attention is solely focused on the heavily injured avian. His body immobile, defenseless against everything. 

Everything goes downhill when Quackity pushes everyone away, hitting them with his bloodied wings and lunges for Techno-

Of course everyone thought he was going to attack him, Techno did too. He was willing to let that happen- Only to be pushed out of the way of… A blade.

Red eyes finally snap to regain consciousness. Eyes darting to the culprit that impales Quackity with a sword .

Oh if the voices weren’t loud before, they are now. 

Schlatt is holding the sword with shaky fingers, eyes the same shade as Techno’s. He looks so surprised to see Quackity taking the hit for the Blood God as more blood spills out.

The chorus of dings at the same time as Schlatt pulls the sword out creates a sickening chill inside everyone.

The silence afterwards can be spoken for itself.

Quackity was slain by Jschlatt

Two child-like voices scream out from above as many can tell who they belong to. The light slowly leaving Quackity’s eyes almost seem like a ticking bomb.

Techno, overwhelmed by different feelings mixed together, fear, anger, grief pressuring him. Loses all senses in him as the world turns black.

All he can hear afterwards are screams and fireworks.

I can't save us, my Atlantis, we fall

We built this town on shaky ground

I can't save us, my Atlantis, oh, no

We built it up to pull it down

“Quackity!” 

Brown eyes open up to the sight of his beloved brother, George has his goggles removed in favor of checking on his younger brother who had just fallen off the cliff at a height that can break your spine.

“Hey Gogy… I guess flying lessons are canceled?” Quackity jokes, his voice dry as a puddle of blood lay beneath him. He tries to sit up as George quickly gets him a golden apple.

“I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have urge you to use your wings more- I just want-“

“-Me to be able to fly again. I get it George, no harm done.” The avian smiles cheekily as he bites the apple.

“No harm done?! You just died!” He continues to eat, looking confused at a stressed out George who’s about to pull his hair out. 

“What are you talking about? I’m fine. Didn’t die yet.” He stretches his back to demonstrate, the benefits from the golden apple will heal his wings. Or they should’ve as Quackity cries in pain.

He looked shakily at the dislocated wing behind him, it didn’t go back to normal. The damage is permanent which only happens if you die with the injury. 

“Hah- I’m sure it’s just a mistake-“ 

“Quackity, you’re not supposed to be alive.” The words struck at his heart like needles. His eyes wide as his breathing quickens, feeling it difficult to comprehend anything George just said.

“This doesn’t make sense- Quackity- You got shot at the festival, blown up in the Manberg war and just now-“

“Yes Gogy, I’m either a ghost or high at the moment.” George sputters as he grabs Quackity by the shoulders.

“No, Quackity- This isn’t the first time we get a notification about you dying on your own!” 

“What?” 

“Sapnap complains about how the alert system is broken, how it kept telling him you died in every possible way. Now that I witnessed it for myself, I don’t think it’s a glitch.” George looks worried as the avian cannot realize his situation.

“Wait- What do you mean dying in every possible way- I only have three lives!” Quackity screams at George in panic, the mushroom hybrid doesn’t take offense as this is a normal occurrence between them. It’s a natural thing for his brother to react this way in panic after Manberg.

“…Do you not remember?” The color drains from Quackity as he looks as if he’s searching for something, a memory, one that doesn’t exist to his knowledge. 

“Quackity, do you remember the time we helped dad build his house and you got crushed in the redstone contraptions?” George remembers being alert about it as if it happened yesterday. Sam panics as he searches for Quackity only to find the avian telling them nothing happened.

“C’mon George. If I had died, surely I would remember-“ 

“Quackity! This is not normal!” It’s his turn to shouts at Quackity, with the avian looking dumbfounded. 

“Sure, this could mean you get more than three lives. But what if there’s a limit?! What if all these deaths are causing you memory loss?!” 

Quackity runs away from George right after. Everything doesn’t make sense to him, he’s a normal hybrid. A human with wings which is normal in this world-

Nothing is off about him, he’s not special like George! Or Sapnap! Or anyone! 

Quackity is a side character, one that can be left out of the picture without anything changing. 

He feels tears threatening to fall as he thinks of the possibility of losing himself as he dies. It’s worse than the 3 lives rule, at least when he dies, he can still be free like he always is. 

And if he gets more than 3 lives, what will that make him?! What if everyone dies and leaves him alone? Who will… Who will stay with him?

His wings refuse to budge, they fall limply on his back as he keeps running. To someone, to Sam- To Sapnap!

Quackity gradually slows his speed as he calms himself. Possibilities exist but doesn’t mean they’ll happen. He has to live on, after all, someone got to keep an eye on Tubbo. 

He’s planning on killing Technoblade for fuck sake!

If he’s going to cry about not being able to die, what’s the point of facing the Blood God?!

Quackity stares down at the ravine nearby. The fall is deadly, high enough to be fatal. 

“Fuck! This has to be a joke! No one can die more than three times!” He yells to no one in particular, his voice echoing back to him as Quackity plants a foot forward. Slowly, he leans towards the ravine. 

His wings are unable to move as Quackity falls down. Adrenaline rushes into him as Quackity prepares for the impact. 

He wakes up again, this time in his room in Sam’s house. Quackity yawns sheepishly as he walks out to the living room. 

Sam is still working on their door, his dad greets him like usual. Nothing off about him. George is standing against a wall, eyes glaring at him through the black lenses. 

“Good morning, how long did I sleep?” Quackity crouches down to pet Fran as the wolf barks at him before nudging at his foot.

“Not that long, George said you two went to have flying lessons. How did it go?” Sam curses as the door malfunctions as he crawls back below to check on the red stones.

“Flying lessons? What now?” He asks quietly, George catches it and scowls but quickly softens as he looks at Quackity in sorrow. 

.

George is wide awake for the first time. 

Sapnap has just dialed him with the news of his brother’s death, one that is ‘permanent’. At first he laughed, thinking that this is the third time he had seen Quackity die in front of him.

“George… His body isn’t respawning.” That gets George in a sprint towards Las Nevadas. 

The path to Las Nevadas is tricky, but George can manage. The heat is harsh on him, but he brushes it off. 

When the buildings make into his view, visible relief fills him. Only to disappear when he sees Sam, their dad, crying. 

“Sam?…” George approaches him carefully, the creeper flinches at his sudden appearance, desperately wiping his tears away.

“George- I’m- I’m sorry that-“

“It’s alright, Sapnap told me.” Sam stares wide eyes at George’s awfully calm demeanor. Brown eyes drift towards the sight of Tommy sleeping by the water fountain.

The kid looks terrible. Messy hair, dark lines under his eyes, his hands are stained with blood as many bandages are wrapped around him. His already injured wings wrap themselves around his fragile body. George winces in sympathy before a hand grabs his shoulder.

“He’s having it the worst. Let him be.” Sam says and George nods, walking past the sleeping figure of Tommyinnit. The next person he sees is Sapnap, in the lounge of the Casino, his companion’s presence freezes every drop of blood in George’s veins.

“Dream…”

His best friend looks to be in the worst state in his whole life. Scars and infected injuries all over him body- His mask has cracks all over as his green hoodie is torn in places, with blood on them-

“Dream, what do you do?” George’s voice is distant, Dream visibly flinches in surprise as his body trembles. 

“Tell him what you did, Dream.” Sapnap barks, tightening the rope around Dream, the mask falls down, some pieces fall out of place to reveal the blond’s face. 

Anger, fury, distress mixing together, Dream’s eyes crave for revenge. He eventually looks up, not a hint of sorrow in his voice as he speaks;

“I killed Quackity.” 

George is not an emotional person, or an expressive one. But the pain on his face is clear for Sapnap to wince in pain, Dream hides his face under his long hair that grew in his time in prison. 

“Where is Quackity?” George eventually asks, Sapnap is about to open his mouth and tell him where his brother is buried for the brunette to cut him off.

“I’m not asking where he died. He’s not dead, Sapnap. Tell me where my brother is.”

His two best friends want to tell him again, that Quackity is dead, dead dead. That he’s not going to respawn but the order from the brunette makes them believe that maybe Quackity is alive, somewhere.

“He’s not alive George! We buried him!-“

“Quackity can’t die, Sapnap! He has more lives than we do!” George finally screams at the two, his voice cracking up at the mention of his brother’s burial. 

“What do you mean?” Dream quietly asks, afraid to even confront George about Quackity’s death as he can see the tears running down the brunette’s face.

“Dream, do you remember the weird glitch in the alert system about my brother’s multiple deaths? It wasn’t a glitch, Quackity did die over hundreds of times.

He’s an immortal, you idiot! He can’t die!” 

As if everything draws back into him, Dream’s eyes widen in realization before he screams in anger, startling George and Sapnap.

“Fuck fuck fuck FUCK!” Sapnap immediately crouches down onto Dream’s level to check on him, only to see the blond is completely fine.

“That’s why I couldn’t revive him! Fuck! He made a wish and now he’s in a different place- timeline!” Dream frantically says to himself, confusing Sapnap but not George. The brunette bends down to grab Dream’s collar.

“What do you know?!”

“The Revival Book- XD’s book- Allows you to revive the dead but if you attempt it on a living person, they’ll be able to make a wish. I tried to revive Quackity and if he’s really an immortal like you said- That means he made a wish to XD-“ 

“Who the fuck is XD?” Sapnap asks in disbelief. Fire sparking around him from intense emotions swirling inside. 

“If his body is still here, that means he’s in a different dimension or time-“ Dream angrily says before dropping onto the ground in a coughing fit.

“Dream!” Both of them crouch down to make sure Dream is ok only for the blond to headbutt Sapnap. The blaze hybrid falls back as Dream continuously attacks him. 

George shouts for their name, using his ability to calm down the two but nothing works. As Sapnap gets angrier at the assault, his hand snaps towards Dream’s neck in a hold.

“Sapnap- SAPNAP STOP!” George screams as he realizes Dream’s intentions. Sapnap punches Dream at his abdomen before realizing his mistake.

His hands are creating fire and radiating heat around him, the punch just now hits the rope tying Dream as the blond breaks free of his binds.

Dream breaks into a sprint, aiming for George as he has the brunette in a grip, hands around his face and neck.

“Sapnap, you better let me go or I’m breaking his neck.” Dream says, full of venom as the words stings his two best friends.

“D-Dream, you’re willing to hurt George?!-“

“ANYTHING TO MAKE EVERYTHING RIGHT AGAIN, I WILL!” Dream screams, as George feels tears falling onto his shoulders. 

“Sapnap, I’m trying to make this place back to our dream land! Can’t you see?!-“

“STARTING WARS AND TORMENTING CHILDREN ARE NOT THE WAY TO DO IT!”

“THINGS WOULD’VE BEEN BETTER OFF WITHOUT THOSE KIDS! THEY WERE THE ONES THAT RUINED OUR IDEAL SMP!” His voice cracks as he stares at the shocked look on Sapnap, the fire ceases slowly in realization.

“Because of L’manberg- Because of Tommy- You guys left me! To rot in that prison.

No one, NO ONE, ASKED WHY I DID THIS! NO ONE EXCEPT FOR PUNZ.” Dream carries a pained expression when the faded strings between the three of them remain the same. He had always thought they would never fade away, but here they are.

“So you’re going to kill me If you can’t go off and torment Tommy any further? Do you really doubt our friendship that much?” George asks, Dream chuckles brokenly at his friend’s calm state even in the worst situations.

“No… It’s because I trust our friendship, I trust Sapnap won’t hurt you. I trust myself not to hurt you. But you guys don’t trust me.” He pushes George into Sapnap’s arms before running off.

George shouts for him but Dream keeps running, he passes by Tommy and Sam, he doesn’t care about them now.

What he cares about now is finding where XD is. To fix everything. Following a stranger’s orders to fuck everything up is his worst mistake yet.

Maybe, maybe he had been blind for too long.

If you manage to bring down Tommyinnit, I will grant you your deepest desire. XD

Only because he wants a SMP where humans and hybrids can co exist.

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Hello! Buckod here!

I’ve came to assure you guys that I am returning!
My apologies for the long and unexpected hiatus due to me falling out of the fandom

but recently with many great fics that had been updated again, DSMP ended, QSMP started, me getting into Karmaland had just brought me back!
That does not mean I’ve been slacking as of late, quite the opposite.

Chapter 10 had been discarded and rewritten 7 times in total from last year December to this April
I’ve been noticing myself drifting from the original plan and purpose of this story also;

Immortality Is Just Permanent Torture is a journey to go in depths of the character’s lives, mostly the villains (who all have tension with Quackity) 
It is once again a dark fic, with unhealthy and obsessive behaviors at the start but will not be for long because my plan is to develop them but unfortunately I accidentally drifted off that path. That is why I will fix that in the long waited chapter!
To show that time traveling and immortality do not sound as pleasing as it do.

To show that every villain has a reason for their actions.

To show that the victims of the war aren’t always right either.

I hope to be able to express and show you my perspective of the Dream SMP through Quackity’s character in the future chapters!
I may go on unexpected hiatus but I will NEVER abandon this fic unless it is causing negativity on people.

In the future chapters, I’ll reveal the character’s designs in this fic one by one as I’ve been piling STACKS of papers filled with sketches of this AU. All that is left for me is to start coloring!

Here are some scratched ideas and alternative routes for the previous chapters

(None will contain spoilers):

Chapter 4

Route 1:

-Quackity willingly signed up to the underground arena while trying to search for Ranboo as he had been captured there.

-Quackity vs Dream

-Dream eventually inviting Quackity to the server and Quackity agreed to join Dream’s side to learn more about ways to change history.

[SCRATCHED: Personally, L’manberg independence war had been the glue that sticks Tommy, Tubbo, Wilbur closer together. Without it, things wouldn’t have gone well at all as it would mean they’re submitting to Dream’s authorities.]

Route 2: 
-Quackity took longer time to recover and got woken up by Tommy who came to make sure he’s alright and the message was an error.

-Wilbur, Tommy, Quackity all go to the DSMP together.

-During one of their stops at a town, Quackity meets Dream as they have a ‘friendly’ chat.

-Quackbur development. Very much Simpbur.

[SCRATCHED: The trope here is that during respawns, your recovery time depends on your death. A slash from Ranboo that does the same damage as a wild animal wouldn’t take HOURS of recovery. And Quackity had died too many times for his recovery time to shorten unless it’s a major injury.] 

Only Chapter 4 and Chapter 11 had be scratched over two times! I will reveal the scratched ideas and alternative routes for Chapter 11 in another time, chapter 20 in the future!

Once again, I thank every single one of you for waiting on this fic. 

I’m sorry for those who thought this was a new continuation chapter but the current one is in progress with 4.3K words in. And I do in fact feel guilty for those who thought I had abandoned this fic.

So i’ve prepared a special gift for you all!

Quackity’s design! 

I’ve spent a lot of time of adding the tiniest details! 
I hope you look forward to Chapter 11

:]

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Screams and fireworks exploding deafens his ears as Tommy freezes in place at the chaos.

The scent of copper flows through the air as guts and blood splatter everywhere. Wilbur and Tubbo are holding Tommy back the moment they all saw the sword going through Quackity.

“LET ME GO! I NEED TO HELP HIM!” Tommy cries out, their communicators working at intense speed as the deaths of the audience increases. It’s a bloody massacre as his brother is losing himself each second passes.

He elbows Wilbur harshly as Tubbo’s grip loosening as the screams increase in volume. Immediately he throws a pearl down to the podium. 

He lands in front of Sapnap and Eret. The adults on stage notice his presence and Tubbo’s recent arrival after his but not Techno, who is still focusing on painting the festival with red.

“You two shouldn’t be here!” Sapnap shouts at them, the tip of his horns glowing orange and smoke appearing above. 

“Tubbo!” Schlatt exclaims, startling the young ram hybrid for a moment before Tubbo goes batshit insane. His hands grasping out to get a hold of the poor excuse of a father he got to either punch him or break his neck. Either would have done.

Unfortunately, Eret catches him in time to pull him back. Now Tubbo is the one struggling in a tight hold as he looks absolute feral. Tommy doesn’t care at all as he searches for the body that is Quackity.

Schlatt’s voice seems to snap Techno out for a second as red eyes zeros onto him. The aim of the continuously loaded crossbow changes its target to the president. 

Sapnap is only able to drag Tubbo towards him and Karl while Eret shields George and Purpled, Sam is blocking Fundy from the bang. Color explodes around them as the disgusting smell of copper attacks his senses.

Blood splatters everyone, organs and intestines flying around. While Tubbo, Fundy and Purpled are safe from the horror, Tommy isn’t as he’s alone to witness the way Schlatt exploded with Big Q dead- unconscious in his arms.

He’s too shocked to move with his vision filled with color and the heavy scent of blood in the air. He can’t do anything but hold onto Big Q. 

Wilbur had told him Big Q would be fine!- That locking him up was the only option! 

Purpled was supposed to die ! Not Quackity!

If only Quackity didn’t show up-

If only you hadn’t left Purpled back there. XD

Tommy flinches at the sudden thought, he doesn’t even move when Sam shouts for him, a hand or two grabbing his sleeve to pull him off the podium when Techno makes a move to turn his attention to them.

The force of the pull startles Tommy as his grip loosen on Quackity. The body falls down with gravity as Tommy hurries to grab his hand only to touch the smoke coming out of the corpse.

“BIG Q!” Tommy yells in panic as the body in front of him seems to evaporate, his body turning into white smoke as all there is left in his place are feathers and blood.

He attacks the offending hands on his sleeve only to fail when Sapnap pulls him away. He struggles against the hold Sapnap has on him while Quackity’s name spills out of his lips. 

Eret shoots a knowing look to the absence of Quackity’s body and helps Sapnap when Tommy was about to strike at the older.

“Quackity has already respawned, Tommy! He’s waiting for you!” 

Like a switch, Tommy’s body goes limp in the hold of Sapnap. Blue eyes shining with hope . 

So their little group parts away from the massacre. Everyone is in a haste except for Purpled and Tommy who they’re relieved that are breathing and alive. Although Tommy’s soul is nowhere to be found at the moment.

Light breezes of wind caress his bloodied blond hair as a reassuring gesture. His mind isn’t occupied by the fact Techno had looked at him like an enemy, that Wilbur isn’t with him and was still back there.

He’s the reason why Big Q had died .

If only he had not left Purpled out of spite of his selfishness, maybe Big Q wouldn’t have been mad at him. 

It’s all your fault. XD

A strong breeze of wind passes him. The clouds formed together to paint a darker shade in the sky. 

What was supposed to be a festival for Manberg turned into a massacre.

He allows himself to relax his muscles, going limp in Sapnap’s hold. 

He watches as his vision blackens slowly while colorful explosions go off in the distance.

x

Purpled isn’t sure what to expect when he wakes up.

He didn’t think he would ever wake up at all.

Being left behind by Tommy had left a big impact on him. The sense of betrayal is the worst feeling in the universe. Ironic.

It had also been a rude wake up call back then.

Schlatt isn’t a nice person. He’s a dictator. With the bruises and bandages on Dr. Q is enough proof. When Purpled was captured, he experienced hell on Earth.

He had been tossed into Dr. Q’s former cell. He had been punished for his crime. He had felt the suffocating experience first hand. 

Schlatt didn’t show any mercy while using his ability on Purpled. 

The feeling of his lungs being crushed is painful but it didn’t happen. It felt real, the pain felt real. 

His lungs are still intact but the same couldn’t be said for his body. Blue slashes across his skin, violet and blue bruises came next. 

Purpled had refused to scream, he bit his tongue until he could taste the distinct flavor of blood in his mouth. Even when Schlatt had threatened to remove one of his eyes out, Purpled had stayed silent.

Is he doing too much for a human?

No, not human.

He had been left behind by a human.

He’s doing this for an Angel . 

But that doesn’t stop the creeping feeling of hatred for said angel. Maybe he did regret saving Dr. Q.

Especially when the date of his execution was announced. 

On the day of his execution, Purpled sat underneath the podium. Hands tied, he reeks the smell of blood. 

Imagine his surprise when he is laid in front of The Blood God. 

The same figure that had found him and Dr. Q. The one that left him behind in favor of the doctor, the one that had listened to Tommy. And now, his executioner.

Purpled prepared for the blast, the pain. He had heard stories about how painful it can be at the start of one’s death but the next thing he knows, he’ll be alive. 

Instead of the smell of gunpowder and white blast from the explosion, he is greeted by the familiar scent of the river and the familiar face of Quackity. 

Purpled instinctively screamed for the older to get away before white paints his vision and the sound of ringing in his ear takes over.

He doesn’t remember anything after that.

Yellow eyes spring open to the sight of a white ceiling. One that contrasts from the dark and stone one he has been used to seeing. The smell of blood isn’t heavy or is the scent of alcohol lingering in the air.

It takes him a minute to realize he’s not dead and is now in heaven. The white blanket draped over him and bandages covering his left arm is enough hint to see where he is. 

Quackity’s clinic. 

But hasn’t Quackity-

Purpled bolts forward and immediately regrets it as pain erupts through his body. If his body can be split into two parts right now, one would be suspiciously numb while the other is… pain. 

Judging from his almost mummified state, he might know why.

The peaceful silence of the room bothers him more than it should. Purpled turns his head around to observe the place to see that no one is there with him.

Looking down, his torso is heavily bandaged. The burns from the crossfire remain as an unfriendly reminder about his failed…? execution. Purpled sighs and blinks a few times before realizing that there is something wrong with his sight.

Thankfully… Or not, there’s a small mirror on the side of his bed. With a very small ounce of strength, he grabs the object and raises it to his face.

He should be screaming, thrashing, or crying. But it doesn’t make a difference about the scar painting the half of his face. 

He used to hate the birthmark occupying his left eye, it basically screams “I am not human” and makes his life ten times harder than it should be. The mark is gone now but replaced by burnt flesh that doesn’t look like it will heal at any time in the future.

 How long has he been asleep?

His hair is trimmed at the ends because it’s definitely shorter than when he last left it as. It had grown longer during his time being captive in Manberg. His hair is like a bird nest, a very badly burnt one.

He had lost a few teeth from the blast but judging from the nubs poking out, his alien genetics is kicking in. If only the same could be said for his… new state. Gunpowders are not his friends. 

His eyes dart around the room for an exit, he moves to stand on his legs to nearly fall on his butt. But aliens regenerate faster than humans as he successfully stands on his feet. 

He limps towards the closed door of the clinic and freezes when the doorknob turns and the door opens up. 

A sight of pale blond hair the same shade as his had Purpled throwing a punch at the newcomer.

“WHAT THE FU-?!”

Tommy spits out curses and swears when he feels the impact. Fucking deserved. Striking blue eyes that lost its color glare at him with the intention to kill but dismissed when he recognizes Purpled.

Purpled would’ve fucking laugh if he believed in the startling flash of guilt in the other’s eye.

As if Tommyinnit would care about anyone other than himself.

“What the fuck are you doing out of bed?” Tommy growls and shoves the patient away from the door with surprsing strength (or Purpled had not recovered fully) and finally pushes him back down his bed.

“Where the fuck is Eret, isn’t she supposed to be here?!” The avian snarls angrily, very annoyed being in the same room as Purpled. Well fuck him too, feeling’s mutual bitch.

Purpled doesn’t say anything as he watches Tommy fuss around while doing unusual tasks. Refilling Purpled’s cup of water, checking the cabinet for medicines and clean bandages. 

His communicator rang but Tommy just shot it a look before ignoring it completely, letting the annoying ringtone silences in his pocket.

“Can you change your bandages yourself or do you need a nanny?-“

“Cut the act, Innit. You ain’t fooling anyone.” Purpled hisses, his singular yellow eye sparkling with justified hatred and anger as Tommy just stares at him blankly as if he’s delusional.

“…I’m not doing this because you matter, dipshit. I’m doing this for Big Q.” Tommy returns the intensity of his stare with his own. Blue eyes becoming possibly duller at the mention of the doctor.

“W-Wait, how’s Doctor Q?” Purpled hastily asks, catching the twitch from the other at his question. 

“… You’ve been asleep for five days already. At least you’ve woken up.” Tommy says the last bit with too much bite as Purpled feels dread upon himself. What does the bastard mean by that?

“Where is he?!” Purpled raises his voice as Tommy sneers at his attitude. He can see guilt appearing more clearly in the other’s eyes as well as the haunting look residing there.

“He’s not awake yet, dipshit!” Tommy growls, eyes feral as he shatters the cup in his hands. Blood spills onto the floor as Tommy curses before bandaging himself up.

“… He’s not waking up.” Purpled says, it hadn’t mean to come out as a statement on his behalf.

“ Yet .” Innit snarls at him. The avian stands up and slams the clean rolls of bandages onto the table near his bed.

Purpled, with confusion filtering his head, gets a good look at Tommyinnit.

His blond hair is all over the place, could be as worse as his. With dirt dirtying the shade of yellow and if you squint you can see a hint of blood decorating it too. His hair is longer, held up in a short ponytail by a green cloth… His bandana, most likely. 

Innit’s wearing a white hoodie with red sleeves, there’s stitches on the fabric and dirt and blood along with them. Khaki shorts above his bruised knees, bandages covering his lower leg. Purpled can see a new bruise underneath the layer of white.

His face is swollen, the side of Tommy’s face carrie’s a big bruise that looked like it had been there recently and the light in his eyes are gone. The fire those eyes carried whenever he and Purpled crossed paths. Where had it gone.

What the fuck happened in merely 5 days?

 “You stay the fuck in bed until Eret gets here. Don’t think of running away cause Schlatt will cut your head off himself.” Tommy hisses at him before shoving a bunch of potions and medical items into his sack. 

Purpled can only nod to both of their surprises. Even with their rivalry, Purpled knows when to stop being a dick to someone. Tommy looks like shit. With his relationship with the doctor of DSMP, Tommy had basically told the entire population of the SMP about how much he cares about Quackity.

And for said man to not wake up and not knowing if he’ll wake up at all is torture for Innit.

He looks down at his own bandages. Quackity had taken most of the damage from the explosion and if Purpled barely survived death, what would that mean for Quackity?

“He’ll live. We’re making sure of that.” Tommy says, eyes glaring at the patient on the bed as if he could read Purpled’s thoughts before slamming the door close on his way out.

We . He said. It could be Tubbo helping him take care of the doctor. But then again, judging by the bruises on Tommy… He isn’t taking care of himself.

Purpled screams to the empty in frustration. He’s mad at everything. At why he’s taking pity on his carbon copy. At why he had saved the Doctor back then. At why he had been left to be harmed.

But he knew that if he didn’t save Quackity, he would beat himself to death. 

Maybe it’s because of their abnormalities. Maybe it’s because of their background. But the last time he had checked, Purpled loathes the person that looks nearly identical to him.

Or maybe…

Purpled raises his more stable hand and pulls at his bandages until they finally loosens and falls limp on the floor.

The patch of burnt skin underneath isn't pretty. 

Purpled continues to do the same thing until he’s half naked. Hand roaming across his injuries and reminder of his mistake… No, saving Quackity isn’t a mistake. 

“What are you doing?!”

Purpled snaps his head back up to see Eret rushing towards him. His sense of awareness had lessened. 

Unlike Tommy, Eret is still dressed nicely as always. With flowers decorating her brown hair that had grown a little bit above her shoulders. With the flowing cape behind her, draping over her white blouse and long gray skirt that nearly meets the red high heels.

Although through the sunglasses, Purpled can see stress lines starting to form. 

Eret crouches down to hold up the used bandages before scowling at Purpled.

“What do you think you’re doing getting rid of your bandages?!” Eret scolds him but Purpled can only look at the older as his eyes start to unfocus on everything around him.

“Eret…” His burnt hand reaches up to the brunette, holding her arm in place.

“What happened when I was asleep?” His voice cracks , making it sound like a plea. Or maybe it is. He isn’t sure. But judging by Eret’s look, Purpled must’ve looked pathetic, basically begging to be informed of the latest situations.

“…Just sit down, let me redo your bandages.” Eret gently coats his injuries with healing potions and slowly bandaging them up to make sure they won’t get infected.

“Schlatt lost one of his lives to Technoblade… The whole festival had been a massacre with many lives lost.” Her voice sounded pained as Purpled can only guess who had been included in the bloodbath.

“… Many? Wasn’t it just me and-“

“Technoblade shot down the entire crowd.” Purpled freezes, he had overheard Schlatt talking on his communicator many times about inviting influencers to the festival… “B-But wouldn’t the outside have said something about it?!”

“Dream had pulled the strings. Hbomb had seen him and Punz killing off the ones that tried to escape. We can only assume that Dream’s connection with the outside is far greater than any of the victim’s for nothing that had happened to be leaked at all.” 

Dream is one of the few that Purpled had been wary of. Especially when he had commanded Punz to befriend Purpled to stalk him. Does he hate him more than Innit? Yes. But what can he do? Stand his ground? Purpled is afraid of whatever presence that had sided with Dream. Hearing Eret’s confirmation about Dream’s relation with the outside had only increased his fears.

Punz had told him once during one of their conversations. The outside contains many paparazzis that are ready to kill to get anything trending. To cause drama. To cause chaos. Anything for attention. And yet for every single one of them to keep silent about the disappearance of many influencers? Only a god could’ve helped Dream successfully silencing them. Or maybe he is god. Who knows what Dream’s capable of?

“What about Schlatt?…”

“No one had seen him since the festival. But he is indeed alive because the security around Manberg has increased . He’s hunting for your head, Purpled. That’s exactly why we need to leave.”

“W-Where?!” Purpled asks as Eret stands up to help Purpled get dressed. She dumps a saturated purple hoodie over him and helps him stand on his feet. 

“Pogtopia. Tommy and Technoblade had agreed to let you stay-“ Eret looks back in surprise when Purpled pulls his hand away. Eyes wild with anger as he shouts.

“TECHNOBLADE?! HE SHOT ME !” Slamming a palm on his chest as a gesture to the injuries inflicted on him by the warrior. Eret grimaces as she struggles to keep Purpled calm.

“Purpled- Please! Techno had already explained and learned his lesson! He even killed Schlatt-“

“-And Quackity .” Purpled sneers and immediately regrets it when he sees the haunted look in Eret’s expression. 

“…Quackity isn’t dead . Techno was not in his own state of mind at that moment. Would you prefer if Schlatt finds you instead?” 

Even if Purpled hates it, his body cowers in fear. His knees immediately buckle at the name. His head fucking hurts. There’s phantom pain all over his body- His lungs- What the fuck is going on-

“Purpled! He won’t find you! I promise! Please, I’m sorry-“ Eret is there to catch him as Purpled slumped forward. His body is still shaking. 

What’s going on? Why is he reacting like this?

The memories of looking up at Schlatt has him feeling nauseous. The pain of his airway being cut off. The pain of some invisible force on his back-

With so much on his mind that he completely forgot about Eret. Purpled had been dragged to Pogtopia without recalling any memory of it. Only the memories of his time in Manberg.

FUCK.

x

When Eret had seen Technoblade back in Pogtopia after making sure Quackity’s condition was stable. She had flipped her shit.

“WHY IS HE HERE?!” Eret’s scream echoed in the cave of Pogtopia, Fundy —the poor guy— had got to physically restrain her from attacking the warrior in front of them.

“Eret, please, calm down-“ Fundy pleaded. Technoblade had just stood there, eyes staring into the room that they had locked Quackity in.

Like a prisoner.

What made it worse was that based on the hole in the walls of Quackity’s room, big enough for someone to crawl out but would be painful for an avian, dry blood painting on the cracks on the cobblestone, Quackity had to dig through stone in order to save Purpled.

“Eret. You are on our grounds. Restrain yourself because I will not let you harm my brother.” Wilbur Soot speaks up, not a single hint of remorse in his tone. A single command to show his authority within the area.

“Wilbur, he SHOT Big Q! Why are you defending him?!” Tommy shouts, his hair is wild and shadows are under his eyes which are still red from hours of crying. 

“I’m sure, Techno has his own reasons.” The older looks down at the younger, eyes sharp as if he’s silently commanding Tommy to stay silent.

“You’re just saying that because he killed Schlatt too.”

All eyes turn to Tubbo, yellow eyes shine bright through the shadows of the base but there is no light within them. His mouth is curved downwards as he walks up to push Wilbur away from Tommy.

“You NEVER liked Big Q. NEVER. And you damn well DID NOT CARE what happened to Techno.” 

The brunette’s shout stunned everyone, even the enraged Eret and non reactive Technoblade. Wilbur did not flinch but his eyes narrowed further in an attempt to assess the shorter. 

Tommy makes an attempt to hold back his friend but Tubbo grabs his hand on his shoulder and shields Tommy away from Wilbur.

“You’ve never cared for any of us. So why are you defending Techno?! We all know he’s in the wrong! Why do you hate Big Q so much?! I thought you were thrilled with him being our friend?!-“

“Because he’s becoming MORE than just a friend to you guys! He’s replacing me in your lives!” Wilbur screams at Tubbo, something he had never done. Silencing the ram hybrid in an instant and filling all of them with shock.

“You guys were supposed to go to ME when you needed help. I’m supposed to be someone YOU can rely on. I’m your brother! Not some stranger Tommy found in a cave!

I was happy you’ve found a new friend, Tommy. I was happy you’re opening up to someone, Tubbo. And I was happy you’ve found someone to care about, Techno. But not like this.

It’s supposed to be us four as a family! Quackity isn’t just a friend now! You’ve grown attached to him! 

YOU left us out of nowhere! With a house and supplies and two tickets to THIS SHITHOLE. Do you know how I felt back then?

And YOU TWO. When he was gone, you both looked at ME and saw HIM! He was supposed to be the replacement, not me!

When we got banished from L’manberg, the nation that we’ve built, where was your Big Q then? 

You two had become so attached to him that it’s not NORMAL. You left Purpled to die just so you can have him to yourself. You went and nearly killed your own father just so you could see him. 

You two were ready to attack me if I ever so much as insult him. I’m your BROTHER. 

His entire existence is WRONG. It’s annoying how much everything revolves around HIM. If only you hadn't fallen into that cave, maybe we could’ve had a future where everything went right! Maybe if he had just died back then-“

Eret had heard enough as she stomped forward to punch Wilbur in the face. Pushing Tubbo and Tommy back as she did so. 

The next events had been a blur with Niki joining in to restrain Eret and Wilbur being shoved back into his room by Technoblade

Quackity had spilled all his burden and regret to Eret once. Having to be stuck in the past isn’t as wonderful as some said. It’s torture, to see dead faces and people you’ve fought with to see you as a stranger.

One thing Eret had remembered clearly was how tired and defeated Quackity had sounded. 

How he had to beat up unwilling contestants during his time locked away to the point of traumatizing them badly. The guilt he had felt, the dread that had built upon him, and pent up frustration. 

‘Maybe, I should’ve wished to be dead in the first place.’

And now Wilbur Soot is blaming Quackity for trying to save him from a future of being a revived dictator? 

He had expected this behavior from Technoblade. The one that had taken everything away from Quackity in his first life. 

The avian is not dead, thankfully. Everyone had been stressed and in a panic to care about how many lives he still had left. The message announcing his death had been drowned in the many notifications that had dropped during the festival.

But it did not stop Eret to make sure the message was there. Surprisingly, above the rows of death announcements of the guests were one message written [Moderated]. Quackity’s name was nowhere to be found.

If it wasn’t stressful enough to know that someone is aware of Quackity’s death and had blurred it out, Quackity is in a coma as of late. 

He blames himself for not coming home sooner, he could’ve stopped Schlatt from capturing Quackity as the old ram clearly knows not to mess with Eret regarding his family name. 

If it weren’t for Quackity, Eret wouldn’t have seen the benefits of being a descendant of the strongest man known on Earth. Having a reputation meant so much in his family and it was overwhelming for him to the point that he refused to acknowledge his family. Maybe if he could not make people respect him as a royal, then he’ll make them know not to provoke him.

If he had kept his old mindset, he would’ve taken Dream’s offer and had gotten rid of the lives of his friends. 

If that happened he would never forgive himself.

He’s grateful that Quackity had started the clinic and gathered medical supplies in one place. Eret knows that Quackity had prepared for the aftermath of the festival as Purpled wouldn’t have survived without them.

Speaking of the kid…

Eret glances warily at the alien next to him on their way to Pogtopia. Purpled had removed all of the bandages on his body, revealing the burnt scars covering half of his face. The ones on his torso are hidden by the plain purple hoodie and black sweatpants. 

They’re taking a route to the forest, away from the main path. Eret had originally planned on staying away from the two sides as he is only trying to help Quackity, but after the explosive aftermath and what happened to his friend, it is difficult for him not to side with Pogtopia.

As they arrive, he can feel Purpled tensing up behind him. Eret offers his hand to reassure the kid. Eventually, Purpled takes it and they enter Pogtopia. 

Tubbo is there to greet them. He and Purpled stare at each other for a while, Tubbo’s yellow eyes hardening before he nods, gesturing for them to go down.  Eret had heard of the conflict between Tommy and Purpled, he did not think it would automatically be the same for Tubbo and Purpled though. 

“What happened to him?…” Purpled reluctantly asks him and all he could do was shake his head.

It sucks but Eret isn’t sure what has happened either.

Just like Tommy, Tubbo has many injuries and bruises that are not from the Festival but rather after that. When he had asked, they all answered they got them from sparring. Which doesn’t make sense as the two had been very dedicated to using bows and archery during combat. You do not get a black eye from arrows.

And of course they meet Technoblade right after.

Purpled immediately latches onto his cape, his body shaking instinctively under the crimson gaze of the warrior. That had only made Eret’s opinions on Technoblade worsened. 

Technoblade looks surprised at the presence of Purpled but eventually moves out the way for them. His red eyes look anywhere but at them as he knows that he and Purpled should not be speaking to each other at all.

So further into Pogtopia they go.

The air around is tense. Especially with everyone present in the hideout. Tommy, who he had seen on his way to Purpled, is sitting on a rock while his whole body is slumped forward, hands gripping his blonde hair tightly while mumbling words under his breath.

Wilbur is leaning against the wall, still in his everyday attire. He’s pinching the bridge of his nose, distress clear on his face. While Niki is next to him trying to reassure Wilbur of something.

Fundy is on the opposite wall, his hand in a book while his ears are downwards. Showing that he’s worried through his hybrid instincts. 

Eret makes a move to ask about the tension but Purpled tugs him by his sleeve.

“Can we… Go check on Quackity?” He asks in a hushed whisper, avoiding bringing attention to himself as the others are occupied with their own thoughts. 

Eret nods and they walk to a room with a broken iron door —Eret may or may not have physically broken the offending piece of metal—. Inside is a single bed with indoor plants around to keep him company, Beside the bed is a stool where Tommy usually occupies and above are shelves filled with healing potions which Quackity would not approve of.

Speaking of Quackity…

There he lays on the bed. From head to toe, he’s covered in bandages that had to be changed every day. His wings are slightly crooked but none of the avians in here knows how to fix it —except one who refuses too—. His eyes are closed, and had been closed for some time. His breathing is shallow as he’s not doing so well.

Eret had thought being immortal was one of the greatest gifts of all. He is proven wrong.

He can only watch as his heart clenches while waiting for Quackity to recover. 

Quackity had been hit with a big explosion from the firework and got stabbed right after, it would take him a little longer to wake up. 

Purpled’s breath hitches when he sees the avian. But he did not say anything, as he just stayed there and watched.

“Eret, a word?” 

The brunette scoffs but overall turns to look at the voice. There stands Wilbur out of his previous thoughts, the bruise on his face is still visible. 

“Spill it.”

“Not with him around.” Wilbur scowls, glaring at Purpled who did not falter at the older. 

“If you have something to say to me, say it now. Purpled is a part of Pogtopia too.” Eret says, Wilbur sputters a little, obviously taken back.

“And who decides that? You?!” 

“I have the coords to this place, I can rat you guys out to Schlatt because of what your brother did to Quackity but I’m not. So watch your tongue.” He counters as Wilbur has no choice but to give in.

“Dream dropped by earlier. He said that there’s a spy within Pogtopia. Judging from your statement, I can exclude you and him from the suspect list.”

A spy ?

No wonder the tension had been so high. After the festival, everyone had been awkward around one another and now full on paranoia it is.

“And how are you so sure he’s telling the truth?”

“Dream had been with Tommy and I from the start. For Schlatt to pay him to leave us is a great deal.” 

“You’ve been buddying with the guy that tried to take down L’manberg?” Eret hisses at his friend. Wilbur simply waves him off, saying it’s not a big deal.

It’s official.

Wilbur’s losing his goddamn mind.

“Purpled, you stay here. I’ll go talk to Niki.” Even if he hesitated, Purpled lets him go and sits down on the stool next to Quackity.

He finds his friend at the far corner of the base. She looks up through her blonde hair, sadness and worry filled those hazel eyes of hers. 

The moment she’s within his range, Eret pulls her into a hug. She holds onto him tightly before having to let go so she can look at him.

“Niki, how have you been?” 

“Everything’s been awful, Eret. Absolutely awful.” Niki cries to him, it breaks him to see her like this. Back then she would spread happiness to everyone with her own but now, seeing her so down is just… wrong.

“Wilbur- He’s not himself. Wilbur would never hurt his brothers, he would never shout or hit anyone-“

“Niki, breathe. Tell me what happened.”

“Yesterday- Wilbur and Tommy got into an argument and he hit Tommy.”

That would explain the bruise on Tommy’s face. Eret can feel his fist clenching in anger while his blood boils. Just as he’s about to turn around to find their insane friend, Niki pulls him back.

“He didn’t mean it! Wilbur wasn’t himself! Everything about him was wrong ! The way he speaks, the air around him, his eyes- they weren’t Wilbur’s!”

Niki’s family had all been merpeople who had escaped the ocean to go on land and lived there. She had been banned from the ocean for using a forbidden potion to grant her legs. But her instincts remain. 

Merpeople have incredible hearing and the ability to read others. They are best at reading body languages and hearing as those were the only ways to communicate with aquatic animals. 

One of their specialties is hearing one another’s heartstrings.

Eret, Niki and Wilbur had been close friends since they were kids but each of them drifted apart because of their own responsibilities. He still remembers the shocked face from Wilbur when Niki was able to point out who was Techno and who was Wilbur even after Wilbur had made Techno look exactly like him.

“It’s because your heartstring is different, silly!” Niki laughed like it’s a well known fact among them.

“His heartstring is the same but it’s not! It used to be such a calming tune and now all I can hear are broken notes to his song.” Niki sobs into his chest as Eret pats her on her back.

Eret hums a tune that he knows is his heartstring. Niki had described to him what his heart had sounded like once and hearing it would calm her down. It also calms him down.

Eventually, Niki’s breath evens out as she looks back at him.

“Please, I don’t care if we get L’manberg back. We have to get Wilbur back.” 

“We will, Niki. We will.”

x

“Now where the fuck am I.” 

Quackity growls into the empty space around him. He recognizes the place, it’s the one he had ended up in after Dream —The first one— sliced his neck.

Quackity raises his hands up to eye level and winces at the scar painting them. He wonders what his face is like now with additional scars to his signature one. There’s no light or reflection around him though.

But he can still walk around while not looking down. Everything is pitch black and he hates it. There’s no light but he can see himself just fine but the area is the color black. There’s no darkness or shadows, just black.

His heart panics a little as the thought of him dying for real. He cannot die now after XD had given him a chance at life. A chance to see everyone happy. A chance to make everyone happy.

Surely not? Ranboo had killed him once and he respawned right after! 

So why, why is he here again?

“Fuck fuck FUCK.”

And so Quackity runs. He doesn’t know which direction he sprinted off to. His legs just take him wherever. Anywhere with light or color. With people. 

The more he runs, the heavier he feels. His wings almost seem like a burden on his back. He tries to flap them to gain speed but they lay there uselessly. And Quackity realizes the problem.

He tries to reach his back and look for the strength in his wings. The same ones that had survived through many years of untreated injuries and not a single preening but had managed to move regardless. Yet they’re unresponsive at the moment.

Feeling conflicted between checking on his wings and finding an exit, Quackity chooses the latter and continues to sprint. Even if his legs start to hurt and his sight starts to become blurry. Quackity keeps running and running…

He doesn’t know how long he’s been running when suddenly light attacks his vision and suddenly the darkness is gone. Replaced with a scenery that looks too good to be true. 

Blue sky and green grasses. Flowers decorating the landscape and the soft wind brushes pass him. As if a weight had been lifted, Quackity slumps forward and allows himself to fall onto the grass. 

“You’ve arrived!” 

Even as his body protests against moving again, Quackity sits up immediately at the new voice to go eye to eye with—

Chocolate brown and ocean blue eyes.

“What the FUCK?!-“ Quackity crawls backwards, as far away from the he-look alike as possible.

There stood him. But at the same time it’s not him. With the blue beanie he had abandoned long ago on their head, the two pairs of tiny wings on the side of his head were missing. His attire is the same as the time he arrived on the DSMP in the first timeline. And his wings on the back looks perfect .

It’s a mixture of his past and current.

“We apologize for our appearance. It’s been so long since we’ve taken the form of… Anything!” Their voice sound like a chorus of multiple voices at once as they laugh. Like the sound of gentle wind passing by. Then it clicked.

“Y-You’re the voice that lives in my head!” He sputters out and points an accusing finger at the other.

“That’s right! We were so happy to have found a vessel! We’re sorry for not being able to be there and help you out recently… It’s just, Lady Death had told us to find out more about you and we did!” They did a little twirl, showing Quackity their form of him. Jealousy sparks within him at their wings.

“Lady Death?…” 

“Yes! Lady Death! We love her! We must thank her for saving us, or else Khorne would’ve executed us!”  They wave their hand around without giving Quackity the whole context which is fucking annoying.

“Ah right- Khorne is the Blood God. Lady Death is what her title says. We’ve never gotten along with the Blood God.” And they pout like a child. Before the sky starts to turn dark. Stars come out and illuminate the sky.

“Ah! Lady Death!” 

Quackity feels her before he sees her. The grass underneath him starts to wither and so do the flowers. But even so the florals around his lookalike still remain the same.

He sees a tall woman wearing a long black dress that hugs her figure and sun hat with a veil covering her face but fails to cover her gentle smile. Long wavy black hair that reaches past her shoulders and a dead rose decorating her hat. Her shoulders and hands were covered in black laces with a murder of crows on top.

Even with the effects of her appearance affecting the scenery and florals, the wind did not falter from its calm rhythm nor did the smaller god seem bothered by it. They have their head bowed in front of Lady Death in respect.

“My, Anemoi, your vessel has wandered out of my realm and did not wait for me. I’m hurt.” Her voice is gentle and holds no threat to it. The crows on her shoulders cawed in union while flapping their wings to mock offense.

“Lady Death! Please forgive our mortal- immortal?- vessel!” 

“Please, call me Kristin. It’s alright, Anemoi. I’ve wanted to talk to Quackity here.” Kristin? As in Philza Minecraft’s wife? That would explain why the crows seem familiar. 

“Wilbur had told me things about you.” She smiles as she crouches down to his level. A large hand reaches out to hold his chin up to look her in the eyes. Her eyes are brown like Wilbur’s but a darker shade through the veil. 

“All good things I hope.” He can’t help but grunts out, and she laughs. While the third party seems to be distracted with the crows flying onto their shoulder.

“Yes, he’d told me about how good you were at being his rival. Imagine my surprise when I saw him a few weeks ago looking so young.” Kristin murmurs the last part sadly and Quackity finally understands.

“Y-You’re not affected by my wish?!-“

“Of course not. I’m on equal grounds with Dexter so his powers would not affect me. But the lower ones…” Lady Death turns a sad eye to Anemoi who is oblivious to the attention on them.

“Anemoi was killed by Khorne. We gods eat one another or live long enough to gain power. Dexter and I were the ones who manifested first so we’ve been alive longer than the universe.” 

Hearing their name spoken, Anemoi turns their eyes to the two of them and blinks before laughing.

“We were surprised when Lady Death told us that we were killed. But hey, she never lies to anyone! And apparently, she sent us to come to you to escape our execution. Having a vessel means we won’t be able to use all of our powers but we’ll obtain a personal realm where no one can attack us!”

Kristin hums in agreement and pats Anemoi on the head, the wind suddenly speeds up as they laugh.

Quackity winces in distress at seeing how his face is able to make such expressions. 

“Your vessel is Philza right? His title does make it obvious.”

“Oh, Phil! He’s sure is. Although I would prefer you call him my husband. My little murder here is very fond of him. When we first met, he took one of my injured crows under his care and after centuries we’ve finally started a family of our own!” Kristin says lovingly, the crows around her puff their feathers out proudly and caw at her, making her blush and bats them away.

“I’ve only made him my vessel after he reached the thirty fifth year of his life, since then my powers allow him to live long with me.” 

“So is he an immortal too?” Quackity had known Philza was old but not that old.

“No. His lifespan had been lengthened for him to live as long as me. But that does not mean he gets infinite lives like you.” Lady Death pokes him on the nose and Quackity bristles while she laughs. 

“I must thank you Quackity, while most would’ve wished to fulfill their selfish desire, I would too. But you, you had created a second timeline to give everyone a chance. My three sons have never been so fond of someone before.

It was painful for me to see Techno grow up seeing himself as a blade, a weapon protecting our family and never seeing himself a part of it. It hurts me deeply when Dexter approved of Khorne taking advantage of his mindset and was able to manipulate many of his actions. 

Tommy, oh my Tommy. I wish I could’ve done something rather than being trapped here in my realm and waiting for updates from Phil. Whatever feud between him and Dexter’s vessel had gone too far where both were unable to turn back. I could only cry when I saw Tommy’s third arrival in my realm but he was taken away from me again, back where there would be no protection for him.

My little musician… Wilbur, he lost himself to the tactics of Dexter and had to pay for his actions. His soul was deeply damaged that it split itself in two, one stayed with me while the other refused to leave the station. I couldn’t watch my son, with all of his memories back in the limo so I sent Ghostbur back. 

I was surprised when Phil came to visit me a decade ago, with no recall of the events of the Dream SMP. Our eldest was twelve then he said and that all of them were fine. I couldn’t believe what he said but time progressed like normal.

When Wilbur didn’t come back after the date of L’manberg Independence, I was getting suspicious of what to come. Of course, a few weeks ago he came, all of his handsome features and in his L’manberg uniform. I finally knew what happened. He had told me about how he died to Punz, losing his first life instead of second. I was happy to know that someone was preventing his death.

That someone was you, I learned from Wilbur. He had ranted about a new individual in my three sons life, how Tommy started to behave like a child more and more did he give into his hybrid instincts. Techno had started to feel emotions and saw the bigger image to himself than just a blade. Even Wilbur had never talked about someone that long ever since Sally.

I could not thank you enough… I know that it is my two eldest that have sent you here. Dexter had always held a dislike towards me for associating myself with mortals, creating a weakness among us gods. If it weren’t for him, my two sons would never hurt you.

I cannot ask you to forgive them, but please, as Lady Death, I want you to give them both a second chance. A second chance to be happy. I cannot ask you to fix everything but please don’t give up on them.”

Kristin kneels in front of Quackity and bows, startling the small avian as he frantically tells her to sit up. Her crows had hopped down to do their own bows. When Kristin looks at him again, there’s tears in the corner of her eyes. 

Quackity knows how it feels like to be so helpless when it comes to seeing your loved ones hurt. 

—— He screams his voice hoarse, the heat is nothing to the pain bubbling inside him at the sight of green disappearing underneath hot lava. ———

—His fist clenched on his sides, Quackity bites his tongue until he can taste blood. His eyes on the ground as Tommy is sent to exile. ——

“I’ll help them, I’ll save everyone. Although I’ve already failed Tommy and Wilbur…”

“No you haven’t. Wilbur is just conflicted while Tommy isn’t sure how to gain control out of his hybrid instincts.” Kristin quickly says.

“Hybrid instincts?… Tommy and I are both avians, how come?—“

“Your instincts are long hidden, even we cannot bring it out.” Anemoi speaks up, they bring a hand to touch his wing in demonstration and he violently flinches away from their hand.

“Tommy recognizes you and Tubbo as a part of his flock. Unfortunately, when Philza brought Techno away for training, Tommy had misunderstood his brother’s actions as abandoning him. While Wilbur was dealing with leading a nation and raising two teenagers, his actions were harsh and controlling. 

Your instincts are still there, but only one remains. You recognized Schlatt as your flock but it was unhealthy. After his death, Sam, George, Sapnap and Karl became a part of your flock. But you’ve drifted apart from your fiancée and isolated yourself away from your family. 

In this timeline, you recognize Tommy, Tubbo, Purpled, Fundy, and Ranboo as your flock don’t you? It’s natural for a parent to want to take care of their fledglings.”

And it does make sense, Quackity looks at the fond look on Kristin’s face. He shouldn’t have scolded Tommy like that. Quackity had rejected his hybrid genes long ago but it’s still there. Just hidden.

“Mom?”

The two gods and immortal freeze at the new voice. One so similar to the two out of three. Kristin slowly turns around and her expression is shock. 

“T-Tommy?!” 

There stood the teen. Not the one Quackity had been used to for the time he’d spent in this timeline. No, it’s the familiar dull cyan eyes and blond hair with white streaks. Shadows under his eyes and bandages across his face. The green cloth tied around his neck, above his worn and bloodied baseball t-shirt. His belt is filled with potions and a couple of daggers. His leather gloves to hide the scars from his previous torment. The lack of red wings behind his back is enough to tell…

This is his Tommy.

“Who the fuck is that?” Tommy growls out in anger and points at Anemoi, who took the form of his past and current self. 

“Tommy! How are you here?” Kristin shields Quackity out of sight while Anemoi fumbles with an answer.

“After the bitch boy revived me, everytime I sleep I end up in your realm, Mom. But you were never there. Today, I just wandered off and saw you here. Now why does that bastard look like Big Q?!” 

Quackity clutches onto one of Kristin’s fingers which were large compared to his figure. He did not want to confront his past haunts. He had forgotten about his future to go to the past. 

Kristin had told him about a second timeline being created, did that mean the first one is still there?! If higher gods were not affected by the time shift, does that mean their realm wouldn’t be either?

Fuck fuck fuck, Quackity needs to respawn now. Or else he would never allow himself to leave again.

FUCK.