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Charlie stood there in the wasteland. Tears made his eyes glisten and the dark grass barely moved as a weak breeze brushed across his face. He won. He made it to day 100. Past day 100! He looked up. That strange drug dealer he had run into a bunch floated above. Charlie couldn’t see what expression the man had, only his black suit and red tie contrasting with the sky that was covered with ash colored sky. 

The hoard rushed towards him, far faster than the stereotypical zombie. The bubbling of lava was drowned out by the screams and groans of the undead. Charlie accepted his fate and everything went black.

Charlie’s eyes opened slowly. His head ached and he realized he wasn’t anywhere, it was just void. No color, no darkness, no light. Just... nothing. When He looked around he saw him. The very man who had been floating above him when he gave up. A drug dealer, a salesman, and most likely an apple enthusiast.

“Hey Charlie.” The man said roughly. A thin smile on his face. “What?” Charlie muttered, his voice airy and his heart started to race. “I won. I’m meant to be dead!” He exclaimed, a tone of fear evident in his words. “Winner don’t die, Charlie.” The man rolled his eyes. “I mean you did survive 100 days. But you’re meant to live on.” He explained. “I dunno, tell you shitty story to you descendants.” The stranger rambled on.

“But a winner gets a prize, and I chose my prize. Death!” Charlie yelled even though the man wasn’t very far. “Hey, man. Calm down.” The man stared at Charlie. “I got a better prize for you.” He shrugged. “What is it?” Charlie calmed a bit, curiosity kills the cat as they say.

“A new chance at life,” The man in the suit grinned smugly.

“What?” Charlie’s face went slack. His eyes shimmered with hope. “What do you mean?” He added onto the prior sentence. “You’ll see what I mean.” The salesman turned around and Charlie reached his hand out. “WAIT!” He yelled as he felt himself fall.

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Charlie woke up with a splitting headache and thought his body was on fire. He groaned, his vision blurred and he could only make out the colors of brown, silver and yellow lights illuminating the small area. He saw two figures. The muffled sounds he could barely hear resembled voices. He stirred and his vision became less blurred and he saw a man in a purple suit and another in a white hoodie. Both had a sort of purple, shining armor on. They seemed to be half negotiating half arguing.

“Hold on.” The man in the purple suit stopped the other. “We’d better take this somewhere else.” He sheathed his sword but placed a hand on the hilt of the blade.

Charlie blinked and saw the two men walking away. “Wait!” he quickly yelled as the two started walking away. “Where am I?!” He asked frantically. His brain still pounded but luckily he could see at least a bit clearly and could speak. The two men stopped for a moment but began walking. “Hold on! Where are you going?!” He reached out a hand and went silent as he saw what it looked like.

His hand was fucking green. GREEN. Is he going crazy?! No, no, no... it’s just the lighting. He stepped closer to the bars but his skin color didn’t change. He saw the two men walk away and he was left in shock at his looks.

He stepped back and sunk onto the ground. It felt like an eternity before the two men came back, swords unsheathed. Charlie’s eyes widened. “Hey!” He stood up quickly, bad idea. He grunted in pain.

“Alright,” He man in the white hood unsheathed his sword. “What do you remember?” He narrowed his eyes threateningly. Charlie blinked and walked a few steps forward. “Uhhh...” He could remember a lot, everything from day 1 to day 101. “Well I don’t remember being green.” He shrugged. “But also being in an apocalyptic nightmare, fighting this British child with a Florida man, wizard, anarchist and-“ The purple-clad man cut in. “Hold on... what?” He asked confused. “Zombie apocalypse?” He leaned forward. “Yea...?” He shrugged. “Anyway who are you two?” He wrapped his green hands... oh both hands are green... around the bars. The two men stared at him confused. They looked to each other. “Purpled.” The man in purple said. “Punz.” The other man said his sword still stayed tightly in his hand.

“Alright... where am I? Last thing I remember was falling after I saw the drug dealer.” Charlie went on. “Oh, also I’m Charlie!” He stopped himself. Purpled looks to Punz. “Okay... Charlie. Who is the drug dealer?” Purpled asked. “Some random guy in a black suit and red tie, ugly looking beard.” Punz stared and motioned purpled to the side. “A word?"

The two stepped aside. “Alright. I’m pretty sure he’s brain’s scrambled.” Purple whispered. “Yeah,” Punz agreed. “You think he remembers Quackity?” Punz turned his head. The two came back.

Charlie was lost in thought and only realized they came back when they asked; “What do you remember about Quackity?” Punz asked. “Who? Should I know them?” Charlie raised a goopy eyebrow. Purpled look to Punz. “No.” He said blankly. “Can I get out of here?” Charlie asked calmly. “Should we?” Punz consulted Purpled and the latter nodded. They pulled out a pick and began to break the iron bars. The same purple, shining material was used for the head of the object. 

Charlie stepped out, his foot stepping onto a wooden platform. “Woo!” He cheered. “Alright, so where is this? Under the city?” He asked. Purpled and Punz kept staring. “Uhh..?” Charlie looked around awkwardly. “City?” Punz questioned. “The-nevermind.” Charlie shook his head. “Come on.” Purple motioned towards the entrance. “Is it safe?” Charlie stayed back a bit as Punz stood behind him. “Yeah? Why wouldn’t it be?” Purpled looked back. “Zombies?” Charlie shrugged. “So what?” Purpled stared. “Uhm, okay-“ Charlie hesitantly followed as the quieter man, Punz, walked behind him. 

Charlie squinted as he stepped into the light, the sky was clearer than last he saw it and there was a small patches of trees scattered around and where he stepped out water was flowing. “Oh.” Charlie mumbled. Purpled walked forward more and Punz pushed him along. “So... where are we right now?” Charlie looked around, there was no zombies in sight and he couldn’t hear the usual groans. “Nowhere important.” Purpled responded. “Okay...” Charlie muttered. “Where’s Dream at?” Purpled asked Punz. “Waiting for you, let me lead the way.” The two swapped places, purpled now being behind Charlie.

They had been walking for awhile and the sun was a little past the noon point. A man in a mask stood leaned against a tree. “Took you long enough.” He turned to spot the newcomer. “Oh, he woke up?” He asked. “Yeah-pretty sure his brain is messed up. He keeps talking about zombies and shit.” Punz walked closer to the stranger. “Hi! Uhh, I’m Charlie.” He smiled awkwardly. “Dream.” The figure nodded. He started talking quietly to Punz. “Oh,” Dream stood up straighter, his arms crossed. “Do you remember anything at all about this server?” Dream asked and Charlie just stared. “Uhhh, server?” He tilted his head. “Okay, never mind.” Dream turned to purpled. “Here,” Dream dug through his inventory and took out a picture of a man. To Charlie the man looked eerily similar to Wilfred but this man had a large scar that ran from his eyebrow through his left eye and down to the corner of his lip. “What do you know about him?” Dream asked and Charlie looked to the masked figure. “Nothing, looks like someone I know but they don’t have that scar.” He answered. Dream nodded. “He’s not a good person and shouldn’t be here.” Dream started. “He’s done awful things to me and everyone on this server and we want you to help us get rid of him.” The smile on his mask contrasted with his intimidating tone. Charlie blinked. “Why me?” His voice cracked slightly. Dream paused. “You look like someone he knew.” He answered flatly. “Are you in or out?” Dream asked as he placed the picture back into his inventory. “Uhh....” Charlie glanced around. “Fine.” He said. He was probably going to get killed if he declined.

“Good.” Dream nodded. “For now we just need you to ‘spy’ on him.” Dream used finger quotes. “We’ll get you close to him so you can kill him.” He obviously had a malicious smile under his mask based on his voice. “Okayyy!” Charlie smiled. “So... where is this-uh what was his name?” He asked shyly. “Quackity.” Dream turned to Purpled and Punz who had been having their own conversation to the side while the others were talking. Dream talked to the two quietly and motioned for Charlie to follow them as they started walking again.

They walked until the sun had come down leaving shadows in the thin forest they treaded through. The sky turned from an orange to a light blue as the sun drowned over the horizon. Charlie began to worry about the zombies again, but there weren’t any groans or other footsteps.

They walked for longer until the moon was almost right above them and Charlie’s legs felt like they were going to break and he was going to collapse on the grass which had gotten sandier as they walked closer to a source of light which illuminated the sides of trees.

Charlie looked upon a grand city. A tower touching the clouds and a small amount of snow started to fall. A snowflake fell onto Charlie’s nose as he gazed upon the sight before him.

Large, pristine buildings were placed in the sand, a copy of the Eiffel Tower was there for some reason? Fountains stood in the middle and everything was intact. 

”What is this place?” Charlie stared on in wonder. “Las Nevadas.” Purpled scowled. “Quackity’s little city. Gambling, food, ‘peace.’” He rolled his eyes at the last one. The three others behind Charlie didn’t seem to be as amazed and Charlie wondered why. There was no zombies for once in his life and it didn’t seem to be abandoned. 

“You go in there, find Quackity and get him to trust you.” Dream ordered. “We’ll come back in a week and you’ll tell us everything you’ve learned.” He added and the three walked off as Charlie waved them goodbye awkwardly. “Bye...!” He smiled weakly.

He ran through the sand and reached the road. Snow fell more, Charlie didn’t know it snowed in deserts. Deserts were hot and snow was cold so it’s an unusual pairing. “Hello?” Charlie called out as he reached closer to the fountains. “H-Hello...?” He called out, louder this time. He heard footsteps and saw a man who had stopped dead in his tracks near a dark building with a brown and white roof. “Chalie...?” He could barely hear him mutter, wait he knew his name? This must be Quackity. Charlie recognized him from the picture, the scar making it obvious, but he looked a bit less confident right now than he did in the picture. 

Charlie stood still an awkward smile on his face. “Charlie!” The man yelled as he ran towards him, tears making his dark eyes shimmer. He did know his name. He thought he was only resembling a person he knew. Maybe they had the same name! Charlie thought hopefully. “Hey... Qua-“ He was cut off as he was brought into a hug by a man who he didn’t really know crying tears of joy. “Oh my god! You’re okay!” Quackity held his shoulders. “A little duller than last time-“ Quackity looked him up and down. “But you’re okay!” He smiled, a golden tooth showing. “Yeah-“ Charlie nodded. “Oh! Sorry I called you Charlie,” Quackity looked away a bit. “I didn’t want to call you slime when you were in whatever dormant state you were in.” He chuckled. Slime? Charlie laughed internally at the name. “Well I’m okay now, qua-“ He held the “a” as he squinted his eyes to remember the name. “ckity!” He finished. Quackity’s smile wavered but he blinked tears away and took his hand off Charlie’s shoulder to wipe the ones that had rolled down his face. “Come on, let’s head to The Needle so we can speak.” Quackity smiled and lead Charlie towards the tallest building he’d ever seen.

Charlie stopped as he didn’t see any stairs. “How do we get up?” he asked and Quackity gave him a confused look. “The water elevator? Do you not remember? Eh, you did kinda... fall in lava.” Quackity gulped but blinked and looked back to the flowing water. “Wouldn’t expect for your head to be all right after that. Come on.” He walked towards it and jumped in.

Charlie gasped as he saw Quackity float upward. “Wait!” He yelped as he went inside and was shocked as he too began to float. He screeched a bit. “Woah, woah, woah!” He looked around frantically but quickly was brought to another opening at the top of the tower. His eyes widened as he stepped out “What?!” He stared at the “elevator” “How high did that thing take us?!” He walked towards the balcony and saw that they were far above the illuminated city. “Woah...” Charlie mumbled. “You doing alright?” Quackity tapped him on the shoulder. “You’ve been up here before...” Quackity stared at him with concern.

“Oh yea! Sorry, Quackity-just kinda, hard to remember some stuff y’know the whole... thing.” He couldn’t remember what Quackity said and he nodded. “Sit down over here, he motioned to two tables. The inside of the tower was a bit dusty and a table a little ways away had books stacked on top of it. “Don’t mind that.” He ushered him to take a seat.

A look a pure happiness was on Quackity’s face. “Where did you go?” He asked and Charlie blinked, confused. “Uhh, what do you mean?” Charlie asked. “Y’know you just up and disappeared from where you were for days!” Quackity leaned forward. “And the book with a bunch of letters that spelled out ‘Legacy.’” The smile never left his face. “Oh uh, I really don’t know, I guess it just kinda... happened?” He shrugged. “Oh...” Quackity stared. “We still gotta find Purpled.” Quackity’s face turned to that of hatred. “Why?” Charlie asked and Quackity stared wide eyed. “He fucking killed you!” He yelled. “Oh, I’m cool with it, really!” Charlie smiled. “What...?” Quackity was speechless. “But, you died or I don’t know whatever happens to you when you die.” Quackity glared and Charlie became nervous. “It’s just that I’m not too worried about it-“ He thought of something. “We all turn to dust...?” He said unsure. “Right...” Quackity slumped back into his seat.

“Just-don’t die on me again?” He pleaded. “Yeah, I won’t! Promise!” Quackity smiled. “Thanks,” Charlie smiled. “Oh, and I like the name Charlie."

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Charlie sat in Las Nevadas’ restaurant. It’d been at least a week since he’d gotten there. Meaning he’d have to report to Dream. He realized that Quackity wasn’t all Dream, Punz, or Purpled had described. Yes, he had his moments but it was overall nice. He had obviously gotten his trust over the week, probably immediately when he arrived but that was besides the point. He wasn’t thinking much about what he’d report, but why he was sent in some sort of sentient slime’s body. His best guess was that the drug dealer or salesman or whatever he was just decided to find a random guys dead body. Well maybe dead, he did apparently fall in lava and that would’ve burnt him alive. The salesman definitely had some sort of other worldly power, he was floating when Charlie surrendered himself to death. 

Charlie zoned out and was only brought back when he saw an unfamiliar bird pecking on the window. It was multicolored and it carried a piece of paper on it’s neck. Charlie stepped outside and took the paper gingerly. 

Meet me in the forest. - Dream

Charlie crumpled it up and put it in his pocket. He had gotten new clothes from Quackity. They were a white dress shirt, dull green suspenders and pants as well as a green tie. His skin still kept that green, slimey surface though, which made him absolutely drowned in green.

Charlie adjusted his tie and began to walk towards the line of trees where the desert abruptly ended. The sun was almost past it’s setting point and lighter blues of the day started to be overtaken by the darker shades of night. He wandered in the forest glancing around for a masked man. 

“Hey.” The man he was looking for called behind him and Charlie jumped slightly. Dream was leaned against a tall tree, the shadows covering his body but his mask’s smile still visible.. “Oh.”Charlie said, embarrassed. “What’s new?” Dream sounded as if he were going to have a friendly conversation but there was an undertone of something commanding in his voice that made him intimidating. “Well, Quackity trusts me and he’s planning on making more attractions for his Casino.” Charlie bit his lip awkwardly. “He trusts me, thinks he’s whoever he knew before...” He went on. “I mean it’s only been a week and-“ He stopped as Dream put up a hand. “You’re fine. I just need you to try and push for more. See what he’s up to, even if it’s weekend plans.” Dream calmly stated. “He’s worse than everyone here, remember that.” Dream moved away from the tree and stood tall. “Just get as much information as you can.” He moved closer to Charlie, about 2 feet away now. “Now go back before Quackity comes looking for you.” Dream finished, getting the first and last word. He walked past Charlie and gave him a pat on the shoulder. 

Charlie nodded awkwardly. “Alrighty...” He mumbled as he began to walk back through the woods. It would only be minutes until it was officially night and Charlie began to slightly panic. He knew there wasn’t an apocalypse here but after being in the apocalypse for so long; he would always get scared when it got dark. Though it was even more terrifying when you’re walking in the woods by yourself in the dark with nothing but the sound of crickets and the hoot of an owl every once in awhile. It reminded him of his old home, the one that was blown up by a meteor. 

A cool breeze passed on him. He shivered slightly. The grass became more sandy as he went farther. That and the bright lights of Las Nevadas was the only way he knew he was getting closer.

Charlie could’ve sworn he saw movement somewhere. He glanced around. “Hello?” He called out. There was no answer but a moment later a white and black figure popped out. They had a ragged and torn get-up and had a red and green slash on their torso matching with their eyes. “Hi.” They said plainly as they stood there. “Who are you?” He asked. The figure squinted. “Ohh.” They held the “H.” Charlie stared at them. “You’re the slimey guy!” They seemingly smiled. “Oh uh yeah-who are you though?” Charlie asked again. “I was Ranboo. Now I’m just Boo. Or Ghostboo... or Ran, I guess.” They shrugged. “Ghost?” Charlie asked. “Yep, I’m a ghost.” Boo smiled. “Anyway what’re you doin’ out here?” The ghost asked. “Just... walking.” Charlie smiled awkwardly. “Oh. Same here.” They replied. “But I don’t remember you being this... green.” Boo had moved forward. “Lava?” Charlie guessed. “Oh, you melted?” The astral figure asked. “Mhmmm....” Charlie made a high-pitched noise that only slightly resembled a hum. “I’m going back to Las Nevadas now...” Charlie slowly stepped back. “See ya!” Boo waved. 

Charlie speed walked the rest of the way. He was incredibly weirded out by the encounter with whatever weird person he had just met. When he got back to Las Nevadas he saw the figure Quackity in the Restaurant’s window along with another person. He began to go toward the building and he saw who he’d thought be a stranger. Charlie saw a man he’d seen in a couple of photos Quackity had in his desk. The man who was speaking with Quackity was a man adorned in gold, emeralds and other gems. He had almost golden skin and was much taller than Quackity, possibly standing at 7 feet. “Hey-“ Charlie chimed in and Quackity turned his head. “Where have you been?” He asked, his voice was twisted with worry and anger. Worry, luckily, overtook his words. “Uhh, I went for a walk?” He shrugged. Quackity sighed. “Alright.” He turned back to the man. “Foolish thanks for coming by to talk to me about that.” He thanked the man. “I’ll see you soon.” He turned to the entrance and gave the man, Foolish, a small wave. “Bye, Quackity.” Foolish smiled.

“What was that?” Charlie asked. Quackity fixed his tie. “We’re renovating an area of the Casino, Foolish is helping.” The two walked towards the needle. Charlie still hadn’t gotten used to the water elevator. The first thing he thought of when he ever saw it was the tube he’d woken up in. He wasn’t scared of it, just weirded out by it. 

The two floated upward and looked out onto Las Nevadas. “So...” Charlie followed Quackity to the balcony portion. The man leaned against the railing. “Y’know, for such a big city we don’t get enough people.” Quackity began to ramble. “We get some people, just not as much as I’d think.” Quackity sighed. “So how was that walk, Charlie?” He turned his gaze to the slime. “Uh, good, good. Lots of. Stuff.” Charlie said blankly. Quackity chuckled. “You’re weird, y’know.” A smile of amusement crossed his face. “You know so much stuff yet you don’t know anything.” Quackity stared at the sky. Charlie only stood there confused. “What do you mean?” He asked. Quackity cupped his head in his hands. “You know everything that happened here, even when nobody knew you were even here.” Charlie stood blankly, a goopy brow raising. “Yet when I found you in the restaurant you didn’t even understand how to have a normal conversation!” He chuckled. “You kept insisting you were human when you had these little green bits on you.” Quackity waved his hand around. “It’s just strange.” He sighed.

“Well what is a human?” Charlie asked. Quackity lowered his hand and stayed silent. “Well...” He tried to describe but was left speechless. “Hm.” He hummed. “Maybe you’re smarter than you act.” Quackity smiled and Charlie returned it.

Charlie went to bed that night content. Happy even. He felt safe in this large, illuminated city. Quackity was far more friendly than he thought and he was beginning to be feel he’d always been in this place. But that night, when he fell asleep, he had a nightmare. One that reminded him of the terrors of the apocalypse and the unpredictably of it all. He dreamt that night that Quackity was in it and here he looked even more similar to Wilfred. He dreamt that Tommy was back and he had been forced to live another 100 days in the apocalypse, this time it was even harder. He saw everyone he’d grown close to over his time in the apocalypse and wherever he was now getting infected and turning into brain hungry zombies. 

He woke up in a cold... sweat? He didn’t really know if he could sweat now that he was some sort of goo. Sharp, shaky breaths escaped him and he stared straight infant of him. Quackity showed him the underground area where he had apparently been staying before. It was dark and the only light was a weak lantern. Charlie let out a long sigh as relaxed his body. Though some of his breaths came out in shaky gasps. Charlie really didn’t want to go back to sleep; so he did the next best thing. Go walk around.

He climbed out of the hole and onto the sand. It would be a good hour before the sun rose so he started walking towards the needle. It was his favorite place. There wasn’t really any competition. It was that, the casino, restaurant and the building he wasn’t allowed into that was apparently some sort of club. He went up the water elevator and walked towards one of the pure white tables. He scooter a chair out and took a seat. He sat there and just stared. Thinking. He didn’t really know why he left, he could’ve just stayed in his room, the bed was definitely more comfortable than the chair. Charlie just stared off and thought about all the people he left. Wizzly, Ronald, Florida Man... They’d be doing fine without him, the main threat, Tommy, was gone and done so they wouldn’t have some zombified child trying to murder them, but he missed them. As much as they were weird, especially Wizzly, they were fun to be around.

Charlie didn’t even notice when Quackity came up the elevator. The sun was beginning to rise and blues mixed with soft yellows. “Charlie?” Quackity asked. Charlie jumped and stared at Quackity, a look of embarrassment on the slime’s face. “Quackity!” He said, his voice raspy from not being used at all since he woke up. “You’re up early.” Quackity stated as he took a seat in front of Charlie. “Everything okay?” He asked, eye bags under his eyes. “Are you? You look like you haven’t slept for 100 days-“ Charlie stopped, he definitely got too far into his thoughts. Quackity just stared. “Don’t dodge the question, Charlie.” He pressed on for an answer. Charlie blinked then looked away. “Just a nightmare.” He shrugged. “Was it about your... death?” It wasn’t that Quackity was worried to bring it up, he was just confused on if Charlie died. “Yeah.” Charlie said. He wasn’t lying. He was supposed to die at the end but instead got sent here. “Just, y’know...” Charlie tried to find the words. “Thinking about what could’ve happened after. Besides this, of course.” He explained. Quackity nodded. “Alright. If you ever wanna’ talk about anything, come speak with me. Alright?” Quackity stood back up and Charlie nodded. Quackity smiled. “I’ve got paperwork to sort out, see you soon, Charlie.” Quackity waved and Charlie was left alone.

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I’d been a little over a week since he’d gotten to Las Nevadas. 13 days to be exact. He’d have to talk to Dream tomorrow but he had a while till then. He was just sitting in the burger place, they had some customers come in every now and then which he served. He still wasn’t used to seeing so many people at the same times that weren’t zombies, of course. Throughout the day he did hear some whispers of new-comers talking about his appearance. He had gotten these comments before so he was slightly used to it but it was still unnerving. He wasn’t offended or anything, he just reminisced his old body? He didn’t know if this was his and The Drug Dealer just made him all slimy and stuff or he was really put in a slime’s body that had the same name as him. He kept zoning out that day and when Quackity came to check on him a little more than and hour before closing, he definitely noticed. Quackit’s brow raised, “You alright Charlie?” He asked, there was about 5 customers left and a group of 3 was just about to leave while the other two were finishing up their meal. “Huh?” Charlie blinked. “Yeah, just-I don’t know-“ Charlie rubbed his eyes with goopy hands. “Why don’t you go get some sleep, you seem exhausted.” Quackity suggested. “You sure? There’s still customers and I’ve gotta’ close up.” Charlie stared and Quackity. “Don’t worry, I’m not busy so I’ll do it.” He smiled. “Thanks, Quackity!” Charlie said gratefully, probably the most cheerful he’s sounded all day. Quackity seemed to stare at Charlie, concerned. Though Charlie just shrugged it off and walked off waving as he walked out.

He walked towards the underground area he slept at, slabs indicating where it was. He still didn’t know why it was underground. He flopped down into the bed with a sigh of relief and shortly fell into a deep sleep.

The next day he met with dream during the day. He almost looked disappointed at the lack of new info Charlie had. Other than that he had a day off. He sat in the needle staring out at the view. “Charlie!” Quackity called as he stepped out the water elevator. “I’m going to talk to some friends, wanna tag along?” Quackity was vague with his explanation but Charlie shook it off not questioning who the ‘friends’ were. “Sure!” He said cheerfully. And like that; they were off. They walked down the road and made their way down a small pathway that was about as wide as 3 people. “We’re almost there.” Quackity said in awkward silence, they’d been speaking throughout the walk there but they had stopped talking at one point. Charlie nodded and they walked up to a... house? It looked like it was a hill with a door, it seemed hollowed out and there was stone inside from what he could tell. “Who lives-“ Charlie was cut off as a familiar voice called out. “Big Q!” A loud, obnoxious voice boomed and Quackity turned around with a smile. “Ayyy!” Quackity called, less formal than how he usually sounded. Charlie slowly turned around, his eyes wide and his body shaking just a slightly. “Tommy?” He muttered.

Charlie killed him... how is he here? Was this before everything? No, none of this stuff existed before the apocalypse from what Charlie read. Yeah, he reads, so what? He remembers pushing this insane, British child into lava. Tommy’s screams replayed in his head and he let out a shaky breath and Quackity turned around. “Who’s this?” Tommy said, he held two sticks in his hands and he pointed one of them at the slimy fellow. “Charlie but-“ Quackity answered, confusion in his voice. “What’s wrong, Charlie?” He stepped closer to the slime a hand reached out, Charlie’s gaze was set on Tommy. 

“Why’s he lookin’ at me like that?” Tommy just stared back. “How the hell are you here?” Charlie asked, he voice barely above mumbling. “Uhh...” Tommy stared blankly. “What do you mean?” Tommy narrowed his eyes. “Charlie is everything okay?” Quackity stepped closer to Charlie and the slime stared at Quackity, his eyes were warped with fear, confusion, and anger. “Hey-It’s just Tommy...” Quackity comfortingly placed a hand on Charlie’s shoulder. “No, no, no.” Charlie shook his head. “He’s dead!” Charlie shouted. Tommy stared, his face contorted with fear and anger. “What?” Quackity asked. “You-the lava!” He pointed at Tommy. “Sli-Charlie what’re you talking about?” Quackity held him back. “I-he... The-“ Charlie blinked at Quackity and turned back to Tommy. “Did you see him too? Is that why you’re here?” Charlie asked vaguely, of course he meant the Drug Dealer, but he didn’t explain very well-probably the shock of Tommy being alive. “What?” Tommy was taken aback. “Is he on drugs?” Tommy asked Quackity and Charlie hoped that was implying something. “Charlie, what’re you talking about?” Quackity asked. Charlie stared at him blankly, “Never mind.” He said and his gaze turned back to Tommy, eyes locked on. He noticed the almost mold like flesh parts he had before were gone. If he was lucky, Tommy would’ve lost his memory and he wouldn’t have to deal with a half-dead psycho. “Uhm...” Quackity blinked and turned to Tommy. “Charlie, you know the way back to Las Nevadas, right?” Quackity asked and Charlie nodded, his gaze still piercing Tommy. “Can you head back? I’m gonna talk with Tommy here for a bit...” Charlie looked at Quackity briefly and nodded. He walked away with his arms crossed and practically felt the stare that both men gave him, he kept his eyes looking at the ground in front of him as he retraced his steps to get back to Las Nevadas.

His mind was locked on two things. How could Tommy be alive and who the hell was The Salesman. He’d been thinking about the latter for a long time but when he thinks about the end of the apocalypse, Tommy’s death and his, his mind all ways goes to The Salesman.

It had gotten darker by the time he reached Las Nevadas and he went straight to sleep. His mind still racing about everything that happened in past few hours.

“Charlie?” Quackity climbed down the ladder. “Hey-good morning.” He stayed by the ladder and Charlie woke up with a groan. “Oh.” Charlie blinked. “Hey-do you wanna’ talk about yesterday?” Quackity wasn’t that good at sounding comforting but at least it didn’t sound patronizing. Charlie sat for a minute. “Uhm... not really.” He could see the disappointment on Quackity’s face. “Alright.” He nodded. “You can take the day off if you’d like. You look like shit.” It was obvious Quackity was trying to joke around to lighten the mood. Charlie smiled. “So do you.” He retorted. “Alright-I’ll probably be around Las Nevadas-“ An awkward pause befell them. “See you ‘round, Charlie.” Quackity waved as he began climbing the ladder.

Charlie was left alone so he just lay back in bed staring up at the ceiling with his thoughts. He fell asleep after about an hour.

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It’d been awkward the past few days, Charlie could tell Quackity was still thinking about what happened that day with Tommy. Charlie still couldn’t believe he was alive; maybe he could actually become friends with him now that he wasn’t all zombified. It was about the time when he’d close up the restaurant and usually Quackity would visit him to make sure he knew. However Quackity hadn’t visited yet so Charlie just closed up shop. A bird landed on a hedge next to him as he locked the doors. This wasn’t a colorful bird like Dream’s. This one was a crow, and it seemingly was staring at him, studying his movements. He ignored it and started walking to the underground area where he slept. The bird kept following him, flying quite close. Charlie kept speeding up and eventually found the ladder. He climbed down and fell right into bed. Falling asleep almost immediately.

Charlie fell into sleep. He was plagued with nightmares that night. Tommy wreaking havoc where he was now. Las Nevadas being destroyed and overrun by zombies, Charlie helpless and Tommy staring down at it all as he stood illuminated by the fires that were burning the casino. He could see Quackity’s corpse, almost twitching as he too was becoming an undead being; ready to kill anything in his path. Charlie, however, was not being attacked he was forced to watch as his new home was being destroyed until it was rubble. Time seemed to skip as his dream turned into the aftermath, everything burned to ash, pieces of quartz where the large casino used to be. Tommy’s smile was manic, wide and toothy. The sadist stared at Charlie, the corpse of Quackity was now standing up, hunched over and flesh beginning to rot.

“Are you happy, Charlie?” Tommy put his arms out. “You thought you could escape, live a new life. But I followed you!” He announced, his high-pitched, British voice booming. “No! This isn’t real!” Charlie shouted, he felt like he was lying, it felt so real. All the emotions, all the pain and Tommy’s face looked real. “It’s going to be, soon you’ll be just like me. A corpse bound to walk this world.” He seemed proud but his face turned into a scowl as he said, “Ridden with pain every step you take, feeling your flesh rot and tear until you’re just muscle then that deteriorates and you’re just bone.” He said in a low growl. Charlie just stared at Tommy, his eyes wide with fear. Quackity lifted his head to stare at Charlie, his eyes dull. Charlie felt a pang of regret and quilt. This is because of him. Charlie couldn’t shake the thought and his mind began to spiral, only thinking about how he could have stopped this and why this happened. The idea of this being a dream escaped him and at this moment his whole body kept saying that this was real. Tommy smiled and pointed at Charlie. “Let’s see how you like it.” He said as if Charlie caused Tommy to become what he was. Quackity stepped closer to him and Charlie was unable to move, frozen with terror. He blinked at as soon as he opened them Quackity seemed to get closer and closer. “This is your fault.” The corpse of his friend rasped. “You brought him here.” He added. Charlie could see scarring all over his face, the blind milky eye he had was now gone and there was just darkness there, flesh was missing from his face and his right leg was bent in a way it shouldn’t be. His clothes, usually formal, clean and intact were now torn and covered in ash and dried blood. Charlie’s goopy eyes filled with similarly gooey tears. “Quackity...” He muttered before everything went dark.

Charlie gasped awake, his whole body shaking. The room was dark, it was definitely late at night. Whenever the slime closed his eyes he was plagued with memories of the nightmare. Well, he hoped it was a nightmare. It just felt so real. Charlie took a couple of deep breaths and managed to stand up. He climbed up the ladder slowly, eyes squinted as he tried to see where to place his melting hand next. Oh yeah. He was melting. That had begun to happen whenever he would have memories of the apocalypse, he would begin to become unraveled both physically and mentally. His brain would spiral and his body would turn into sludge.

As he peaked his head out of the small opening in the ground he let out a sigh of relief as no noises of zombies nor the rubble of Las Nevadas was around. A caw startled him and he almost fell off the ladder and falling back into his hole. The one who made that noise was the crow from earlier. “Have you been here all night?” He questioned, narrowing his eyes at it.

He pushed himself onto the ground and slowly stood up, the crow was staring at him with it’s head tilted. Charlie frowned, he was kind of annoyed and tired at the moment and a loud corvid was not what he needed. “Shoo.” He whispered quite loudly, motioning with his hand for it to leave. Unfortunately, the bird did not go and merely hopped closer.

Charlie groaned, going to The Needle. That’s where he usually went after nightmares, he didn’t particularly like going back to sleep after them and if he did; he didn’t want to be in a dark, lonely hole. He wanted to be above everything else, away from it all.

The crow watched him leave and he was glad it had stopped following him. He shot up the water elevator to it being there, smack dab on a table, specifically the table he all ways sat at. He enjoyed the view it had, showing an expansive plains area and the end of the desert, which he learned was artificial only a couple days ago.

Charlie scowled, he took a seat on a table with a similar view. The crow, annoyingly, flew to his table. The slime was getting angry now. He just wanted some peace. “What do you want?!” He yelled, the crow did not flinch or respond. Just stared. Those eyes were getting annoying. They were almost human like as well which off-put Charlie a ton. The two sat silently. It was about 3 minutes until Charlie heard footsteps. He turned around, expecting to see Quackity. Instead there was a blonde man, a green robe with black accents, a green and white-striped bucket hat and most noticeably, a pair of wings. Not any wings. Crow wings. 

Charlie stood up quickly, backing away. He didn’t hear them come up the water elevator so how’d they get up here. The man stayed still, hands behind his back. “Hello.” He said plainly, moving a hand for a handshake. Charlie narrowed his eyes. “How’d you get up here?” He asked, his hand twitching. He wish he had one of his weapons, but they were all gone when he’d woken up days ago. “No handshake. Alright.” The man shrugged casually. “I flew up here, by the way.” He responded, rustling his wings a bit. “But-how’d you get here?” He turned from a friendly tone to that of an interrogator. “Uh-I walked?” Charlie asked, unsure about the question. “No, no.” He shook his head. “You’re not meant to be here.” He stated, stepping closer. Charlie furrowed his brow, extremely confused. “That isn’t your body, well... not entirely.” He said, the bucket hat shadowing his face, allowing for his eyes to seemingly glow. They looked like that of the crow, who was now on his hat. Charlie’s eyes widened. Did he know about the drug dealer? Charlie shook the thought, opting to stay silent. “That one’s body was meant to be inactive for hundreds if not thousands of years... so how’d you do it?” He asked. Charlie realized there was no disagreeing. “How do you know?” He responded with a question. The man shrugged. “Fair.” he said. “I know... someone.” He answered vaguely. “Do you know the drug dealer?” Charlie asked impulsively, the blonde man stared at him. “No?” He said. “I don’t think she’s a drug dealer anyway.” He chuckled as he stated that quietly. “Oh.” Charlie sounded a bit disappointed. He still didn’t know who or what that guy was. “But-I need my answer.” The winged being said in a cold tone. “Yeah uh...” Charlie started, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t know? The drug dealer, or salesman, or whatever did it to me.” He said. “Some zombie apocalypse, died and bam; I was here.” Charlie shrugged. The other man stared at him with narrowed eyes. “Zombie apocalypse you say...” He muttered. Then mumbled something else that Charlie couldn’t hear and lifted his arm out for the crow to land on. “Alright, mate.” He said after the crow cawed at him a few times. “I’ll probably be back. This wasn’t meant to happen, sort of disrupts the order of life and death.” He lifted his hat a bit, making some of the shadows less prominent. “Yeah...” Charlie said, looking away awkwardly. “Also-“ the man stopped for a moment while he was walking towards the balcony. “if you figure something out about the drug dealer guy-can you tell me? I want to know what’s going on too.” He said shyly. The man in dark green nodded. “Sure, you know what he looks like?” He asked. “Uh... yeah! He has a black suit, red tie, ridiculous haircut and facial hair and kinda looks like a goat.” Charlie listed of things, a finger going up with every description. The man seemed to freeze. “Yeah... I’ll see what I can figure out.” He turned his head away. “Have a good day, mate!” He said before flying off. 

The sun was beginning to rise and Charlie realized something. He never got his name.

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The week had been boring, the only interesting thing that happened was the Dream wouldn’t be seeing him. The normal letter talked about how he was busy and that he wanted real information next week. So Charlie would probably have to snoop around, great. The week was even worse now that he hadn’t heard back from the weird crow guy, who he’d spoken to two weeks ago and Quackity still hadn’t actually spoken to him in way too long. 

Charlie sighed as he rested his head on the counter of the bar, it’d also been quite a slow week for Las Nevadas, barely any new customer or even the regulars coming in. The sun was high in the sky, making it unbearably hot outside, which usually made Charlie’s goo, which he still hadn’t gotten used to, bubbly and sometimes would make it melt. He lifted his head, some of his face goo sticking to his sleeves, to a new face. He walked into the restaurant and stared at him, definitely confused. 

“Hi?” He waved. The person was wearing a white t-shirt with a fire design in the center over a long sleeve, hoodie-like shirt, he also had black pants and black hair. Most notably, his eyes were a bright, almost glowing, orange. Jeez, he’s wearing this in that weather? Slime grimaced at how hot he must be right now, but he didn’t seem to be sweating or even phased. 

Charlie blinked as he realized he had just been staring. “Oh-sorry...” He mumbled. “Good afternoon, what brings you to Las Nevadas? Food, gambling... uh-“ Charlie skipped out on the last part. The man just shook his head. “Nah, none of that.” He shrugged as he took a seat at the bar. “So... who’re you? I was looking for Quackity, seems he wasn’t around.” He asked. “Charlie, and you are?” Charlie put his goopy hand out for a handshake. “Sapnap...” He said, looking at the hand disgustedly. Charlie took it back, not offended in the slightest. He too hated the texture. “Quackity is-somwhere.” Charlie said, almost going to grab a glass for something to drink. “Want anything? I’m about to be on my break so...” He said, slowly reaching for the cup. “Any root beer?” Sapnap asked, Charlie looked at the soda machine, he read the labels. “I think.” He nodded, going over there to dispense the soda and figure out whatever he wanted to drink.

He eventually decided on some water with extra ice and passed the soda to Sapnap. He took a sip of it and seemed disappointed. “Flat.” He mumbled, Charlie had no idea what that meant but he guessed it meant it tasted bad. “So why do you need to see Quackity?” He asked, taking a sip of his water. Sapnap sighed, “I need to see if he’s alright, last time we spoke uh-Hold on, why don’t I give you some context.” He stopped himself halfway. “Me, Quackity, and another person, Karl, were fiancés, we spoke a lot and even  built a country along with another friend, George, called El Rapids during our earlier months on the SMP. Some stuff happened with us, didn’t speak for awhile and me, Karl and George decided to make a new country, well kingdom, technically, called Kinoko Kingdom.” Sapnap rambled on and Charlie watched, still taking long sips of his water. “I thought Karl had told Quackity about it and I thought he just... well... declined, or just forgot. Turns out he never got invited and ended up building this place.” Sapnap gestured around, turning to stare out the window for a split second. “I came to visit, found Quackity and we spoke. I convinced him to come to Kinoko Kingdom to see Karl and well... Karl accused Quackity of killing him, which I don’t know why... we did get Karl killed, but it wasn’t anything intentional, it was a whole argument which lead to Karl saying some stuff about not having any history with Quackity... both ended up storming and off and... that was over a month ago.” Sapnap ended his rambling with a frown. Charlie stared at him awkwardly. “I can find Quackity for you.” Charlie offered. Sapnap looked up from his drink, which he’d been staring at. “If you could, that’d be great.” Sapnap returned to his more laid-back, chill personality he had when he strolled up to the bar. Charlie just smiled. “I’ll see if I can find him.” He walked around and while he was leaving he called to Sapnap, “Just stay here-and if anyone comes in say we’re closed.” Sapnap gave a thumbs up, taking another sip of his root beer and frowning at the taste.

Charlie stepped onto the top floor of the hotel, where Quackity usually did business at, and slept most of the time... Charlie had tried to stop him from falling asleep on his desk but the man never actually listened, only made empty promises about actually sleeping in a bed and not overworking himself. 

Like always, Quackity was doing paper work at his desk. The sound of a scribbling pen as stoped as he stepped in the room. “Charlie.” Quackity greeted him without looking at him, just staring out the window, hunched over. “Quackity.” He responded. “Someone wants to speak with you...” He saw Quackity begin to turn around. “At the restaurant.” He added and Quackity groaned quietly, clearing busy with work. Charlie just stood there as Quackity slowly stood up, stretching. “Fine, fine.” He walked towards Charlie. “Who is it?” He asked. Charlie remembered what Sapnap had told him before, about the argument. “Sapnap?” Charlie stared at Quackity with an awkward smile, Quackity just stared back, a frown on his face, not of annoyance but of anger. “Is Karl with him?” He asked, a fist clenched. “No-“ Charlie shook his head and Quackity just nodded, walking down the stairs.

When they reached the bottom floor they began to walk towards the diner. Sapnap was now standing outside and Charlie once again asked how he wasn’t burning up in this weather when he was about to turn into a bubbling heap of sludge. Quackity stopped a few feet away. Though he did begin to hurriedly walk inside. Sapnap watched with a frown and Charlie motioned for him to also go inside, holding the door open. After the man walked inside Charlie stepped in, thankful for air conditioning. Quackity was sitting at a table, a brow raised as he expected Sapnap to take a seat, which he obliged. Charlie stayed behind. “Charlie, you can get us some food... steak?” Quackity turned from Charlie to Sapnap, whom nodded. Charlie quickly walked to the back, searching for steak in the freezer and cooking it.

It’d been a bit before it was ready and when Charlie walked out with the two meals on pristine, white plates they seemed to be sitting in silence. Charlie couldn’t tell if this had been all they did while he was cooking or they’d spoken for a bit. He was answered by Quackity thanking him and then saying, “It’s not your fault. I agreed to come to Kinoko and Karl just...” Quackity paused. Sapnap took up the conversation. “He doesn’t remember much anymore... he didn’t even remember that argument when I talked to him a few days after.” Quackity just stared, brows furrowed. “What?” Quackity was clearly mixed with his feelings, he seemed angry but his eyes shown with worry and a hint of fear. He sounded heart-broken, that even an argument where his fiancé claimed to not have a history with him was so easy to forget. Charlie just stepped back, knowing he wasn’t any help. “What do you mean he doesn’t remember much?” Quackity seemed baffled. “I don’t know.” Sapnap sighed. “It started with him forgetting some peoples names then huge events and then stuff that just happened.” Charlie just watched. “And he goes missing for a couple of days sometimes...” Sapnap added quietly, worry plastered all over his face. Quackity blinked. “I-“ He stopped himself. “I don’t know how I can help. But know that I want to. I’m worried about him, even if I’m angry at the same time.” Quackity admitted in a formal, business like manner. Sapnap nodded, “I don’t know how to help either, it’s just. A lot.” They both sat in silence. Charlie felt out of place, he didn’t know close they were with this ‘Karl’ person and he couldn’t even sympathize because all the people he’d gotten close to left after a few days.

It was after a moment of silence that they decided that they’d try and help each other and Karl in any way they could, agreeing to tell the other about anything they figured out about his condition. They waved goodbye and Charlie was left with a reminiscent Quackity. The two just stood there for a bit, the sun was still high and it would be a few hours before it set. “How was the steak?” Charlie asked, trying to lighten the mood. Quackity snapped out of his thoughts. “Not bad, At least you can finally use a stove now.” Quackity teased, obviously not wanting to think about his fiancés anymore. Charlie nodded. “I’ve got to get back to that paperwork.” He didn’t seemed pleased in the slightest to go back to scribbling down words, Charlie wouldn’t want to either. “Alright,” Charlie smiled, and it finally dawned on him how hungry he was. “Do you have any food on you?” Quackity searched his inventory, pulling out an apple. “Here, bud.” He threw him the shining fruit and Charlie nearly dropped it. He stared at it for awhile, eyes wide.

EAT THE APPLE

A memory flashed in his mind and dropped the apple quickly, he saw what seemed like storms, the earth collapsing in on itself and three other blurred out figures. He also saw a large mountain with a familiar silhouette on top; The Drug Dealer.

Quackity stared at him, his brow furrowed. “Charlie-“ He tapped him on the shoulder. Charlie only heard a muffled voice past the ringing in his ears. Black spots started to take over his vision as he stepped away from the vile fruit, his eyes seemed to be playing tricks on him, he knew the apple was red but it started to flash golden.

The desert, along with Las Nevadas, melted into a desolate wasteland, thunder boomed over head as rain poured down, wind whipping against the face as he felt he was going to be lifted off his feet. He looked down and he was no longer wearing his uniform, just a t-shirt with jeans and a sash, his skin was back to a peach color and he turned his head when he felt something touching him on the arm, one of the blurred figures was there, it looked like they wore a blue hoodie with black sunglasses and they were yelling at him. He flinched as he heard a familiar laughter come from above. He saw the dealer, same suit and the same stupid beard. He smiled with a toothy grin and finally whatever the person was yelling at him got through.

“CHARLIE!” They yelled in a voice he both recognized and didn’t at the same time.

He turned his head to see them but before he was able to see them again, he blinked at the vision was gone. “Charlie!” Quackity shook him, his eyes wide with concern. “Bizly...” He said barely above a whisper. The name was strange to him, he didn’t even know why he said it, it just came to him. “Charlie-holy shit... Are you okay?!” Quackity continued to yell. 

Charlie realized what he’d seen. It was one of the same visions he’d seen when he got an apple the first time from... him. Charlie nodded quietly as he spiraled down into his thoughts about who the Drug Dealer really was.

“Charlie...” Quackity repeated. “What happened?” He muttered, hands still holding tight on Charlie's gooey arms, which were beginning to melt a bit. “Uhm...” Charlie looked at the apple. “I don’t think-“ He inhaled quickly. “Did you see that?” Charlie’s voice cracked as he stared at Quackity, whom returned it with a fearful look. “See what...?” He asked after a moment of silence. Charlie shook his head, making sure not to lay eyes on the glistening, red fruit again. “I don’t know...” Charlie frowned, eyes locked on the ground. “I... I think I’m going to get some early rest.” Charlie blurted out and Quackity nodded. “Yeah. I’ll get Fundy to replace you, he should be here soon.” He stopped Charlie before he walked away. “We can talk about-“ He stopped, Quackity had never wanted to seem vulnerable or scared, but when it came to those really close to; he could become soft. “If you want to talk about whatever you saw, just come to my office.” He motioned to the hotel. Charlie nodded slowly, averting his gaze. “Yeah...” He mumbled.

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It’d been a week since the last eventful thing happened, and that was when Sapnap had come to speak with Quackity and... that vision Charlie had. Fortunately, Charlie and Quackity began talking more again and they did have more customers this week. However, Charlie now had to sneak off once more to report to Dream. For some reason the bird that usually signaled it was time came at around midday, and even more off-putting was that it went much farther into the woods than it usually did.

Luckily, for Charlie, Dream was there and not some random. The masked figure still bore armor but this time, he had an axe in his hand. “Hey, Dre-“ Charlie tried to greet the man, but an irritated hand was raised. “What did you find out?” He stated coldly. Charlie stared, he’d found little out, except Quackity making plans with Sapnap making a plan to figure out and help Karl and that Quackity had plans of expanding Las Nevadas. He stayed silent for a moment longer before saying, “Quackity made a plan with Sapnap to help someone named Karl... apparently he’s having memory issues.” Charlie answered hesitantly and then quickly added; “Quackity is also hoping to expand Las Nevadas.” After he had finished he refused to look at the menacing smile Dream’s mask had. The aforementioned man just stared, axe still held in one hand. “Charlie.” He said, tilting his head down. “What have I told you every single time we’ve met?” Dream paused to wait for a response. Charlie pressed his lips into a thin line. “Get more important information.” He answered. Dream nodded. “Do you think this information is useful for me?” Dream asked, stepping closer. Charlie’s eyes locked onto the axe and he wished so badly that he had his weapons.

“No.” He finally answered. Dream nodded once more. “If we really want to take Quackity down and give him the punishment he deserves, we need more information than this.” Charlie didn’t particularly enjoy Dream using ‘we.’ He knew it was probably for Purpled, Punz, and Dream; but it sounded as if he also wanted Quackity to be taken down; when in reality he didn’t even know if he did, Dream had told him such terrible things about Quackity, how he tortured Dream in prison and blew up Purpled’s home, his UFO. Though, if Quackity was so bad, why wasn’t he in prison? Why was Dream the one to be sentenced like that?

“I’m trying... it’s just-I don’t know what information to give you, you want to take him down, but how?” Charlie finally looked dream in the... eye holes? And Dream looked straight back. “I. Want. To. Kill. Him.” Dream seemed to clench the axe harder in his hand with every word. “I want him to suffer,” Dream lifted a hand, removing his mask; the sight of his mangled and scarred face reminded him of some of the zombies Charlie would see, mangled bodies and especially grotesque faces. “Like how he made me suffer.” Dream finished, putting his mask back on.

Charlie stared for a moment, digging through his thoughts. “So what do I find?” He said in a challenging tone and Dream seemed to pick up on it, twitching his hand voluntarily to emphasis who was holding the axe. Charlie frowned, returning to silence. “I want you to find out if Quackity has plans to leave Las Nevadas at any time, when he is most vulnerable, where he is most vulnerable.” Dream said, a scowl was evidently on his face based on his voice. “We’re finished for now. But disappointing me again will have consequences.” The masked man finished. He backed up and turned his back on Charlie. Charlie, began to turn to walk back to Las Nevadas but stopped when Dream piped up. “Though I will give you credit.” He said, not facing Charlie; however, Charlie was facing him. “Your information about him caring and wanting to help Karl could be useful.” Due to Dream’s lack of appreciation in his voice; it came off as bitter and sarcastic. Charlie just nodded and began to speed walk off. 

Why was he still working for him...

Nothing really happened on the way back to Las Nevadas, Charlie was only brainstorming on how he could figure out what Quackity was planning, if he was even planning something at all, and the only idea that popped into his head was to sneak into his office. If he was caught... he didn’t know what would happen.

As he got closer, he could see Quackity walking around, right... it was his break time. He saw Charlie and ended up walking towards him. “Charlie, why were you in the woods? I’ve been trying to find you for the past hour!” He scolded, Quackity had been worried about Charlie ever since the whole apple fiasco. Charlie was glad that they were speaking again, one because he liked to talk to Quackity and two; he could try and get more information for Dream.

“I, uh...” Charlie glanced around. “Saw a bird?” Charlie tested. “A bird?” Quackity replied, taken aback. “Yep, a-uh-rainbow bird!” He didn’t really know if this would work but, a rainbow bird, more specifically a parrot, is distracting. Charlie would know. “Do you mean a parrot?” Quackity blinked at Charlie. “Yep...!” He popped the last letter. Quackity just stared at him. “Fine, at least you’re back.” He sighed. “I do have a job for you though.” He added. “I need you to start cleaning the hotel rooms.” Charlie stared at him, he’s done this before and he surprised to get the job again, but it was perfect for what he was going to do. He could go search Quackity’s office and pretend he was just cleaning... then again, he did say hotel and that usually would exclude his room... doesn’t matter, he’ll be in an out quickly. “Okay! I can head over there now!” Charlie quickly added, there was already enough silence. “Thanks.” Quackity mumbled his appreciation, nodded, then turned to walk away.

As Charlie speed-walked towards the tall building, he glanced around to make sure nobody else, besides tourists, were in or entering the building. After turning behind him, he noticed Foolish who, instead of coming to the hotel, was having a conversation with Quackity. Charlie silently cheered, Quackity wouldn’t be coming into the hotel if he was preoccupied with Foolish!

When Charlie entered the building he rushed upstairs, heading for Quackity’s office. Once he reached the chiseled door he attempted to open it, it didn’t budge and he guessed it was locked. He struggled some more, twisting the nob but it was definitely locked. Charlie sighed, leaning his head against the door. Then an idea hit him, he was slime he could try and make his way through the gap at the bottom! Except... Charlie has never melted like that before... he felt awful when he was melting unintentionally; so what would it feel like when he tried to get thin enough to go under a door. He glanced behind him, then back to the door. Charlie took a deep breath and attempted to melt his body, well... deflate is a better word. After a bit of struggle and regret; he managed to get thin enough to slip under the door. He slowly crawled under said door, struggling to get his clothes through. Once he managed to actually get in there, he rushed over to the desk. “...hm....” He hummed absent-mindedly as he rummaged through the desk, flipped through documents whilst switching to different shelves every once in awhile.

Charlie had been in Quackity’s office for around 6 minutes or so when he started to hear talking, it was just mumbling at the moment and he thought it was just some of the richer guests going to the more exquisite rooms. Then, he heard it a twinge louder. It was two voices and he swore that one was Quackity; this just made him panic. He couldn’t get caught! What would Quackity think? What would he do?! Charlie began rummaging quicker, flipping through documents again but all he could see was just that the papers were about customers and expenses, nothing about an evil plan to get more power by harming others or trying to rule the world.

When he began to hear footsteps, that’s when real panic set in. They kept getting louder. It was nerve wracking. Charlie kept trying to find anything he could, missing the noises of the door unlocking when he opened a drawer too quickly and the contents flew out, it was just pieces of loose paper, old notes, and a picture... An old picture. Not that it looked age, but Quackity looked far younger, no scar, glasses, a wide, toothy grin. There was no date on the front he could see but... it wasn’t just Quackity in that picture. He was in it. Charlie stared at it, almost trembling; he was the same as when he saw him, a greedy smile plastered on his face along with Quackity’s snarky one. They both were in suits but instead of Quackity’s suspenders, white shirt and red tie; he had a black suit with a blue tie. And that damned salesman had his usual black-grey suit with the piercing red tie.

The door opened, Charlie didn’t even notice. “And-“ Quackity had walked in with Foolish just to see his office slightly messed up; fortunately his important documents on his desk were mostly the same, some were on the floor but they looked unscathed compared to everything else. Probably because Charlie checked those first and had no reason to trash them “Charlie?”

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Foolish was silently standing next to him. Charlie never responded he just stared at the photograph. Quackity rushed over and knelt down. “Charlie, what the fuck happened?!” He was both concerned about the room and Charlie, the former definitely being what he was more focused on. “He...It’s....” Charlie muttered breathlessly as he stared at the photo. Quackity glanced over, realizing what he was staring at. His concern turned to pure confusion; worry still somewhere in his gaze. “Did you know Schlatt?” Quackity asked, reaching a hand to place on Charlie’s shoulder. Charlie shuddered at the touch but just turned to stare at Quackity. He opened his mouth as uttered a confused; “Schlatt...?” Quackity’s brow furrowed even more surprisingly. “Yes, that’s Schlatt... I thought you would’ve seen him, or whatever you were doing before I found you.” Quackity replied and Charlie just blinked, what does he mean see him? Why would he think Charlie would know him. Charlie was told that he was meant to be impersonating some other person but that doesn’t explain the weird word choices. Then again; he might’ve just been implying them to be acquaintances; Charlie’s head was still spiraling and he didn’t have his senses straight.

“Uh- I-“ Charlie searched for words, he didn’t know if he should say yes; Quackity would ask how and then he’d have to make up more lies and if he said no, Quackity would be confused and go onto asking about what he was doing in his office. Charlie opted to stay silent. Quackity glanced over to Foolish, glancing with his eyes to Charlie. Foolish, obviously confused just stood there; not understanding what Quackity wanted. The latter sighed, “Just let me talk to him for a moment... alone.” Quackity said the final word with what Charlie could only think of as venom. Foolish, embarrassed, mouthed an ohh and stepped back and shut the door; leaving Charlie and Quackity sitting on the floor.

“Charlie?” Quackity tried to grab his attention. Charlie, still holding the photo firmly, turned to face Quackity. “..huh..?” His voice cracked a bit. “Did Schlatt... do something to you?” Quackity asked, his usual cold, stern voice changed to that of a more sympathetic one. Charlie just stared back to the photo, he wanted to say Yeah, he shot me once, showed me the strangest and most painful visions and stole my one chance at peace away! But he just hesitated and nodded slowly. Quackity blinked, “Do you want to tell me about it?” Quackity asked, leaning a little bit forward so that his face was in Charlie’s peripheral. Charlie slowly shook his head, placing the photo down. Quackity also stayed silent for a moment, clearly curious about his assumed relation to the suited man but he just sighed and asked the question Charlie’s been making fake answers for the entire time. “Alright but... what happened in here?” He asked and Charlie froze up, quickly searching for an answer-he may have come up with hundreds before the question  but only one stuck. “A bird flew in.” Charlie mumbled quickly, evading gazes with Quackity. “Wasn’t the door locked?” He asked, glancing around with his eyes. “No.” Charlie replied just as quickly. Quackity just stared at him. “It wasn’t?” He asked, staring back at the door with a confused look. Charlie shook his head again and Quackity sighed. “At least it was just a bird.” He mumbled, going to stand up. “Do you need help getting up?” He asked, going to reach out a hand to Charlie. “No, I’m good.” Charlie pushed Quackity’s hand away, standing-no-stumbling up, he was still in a bit of a panic.

“Is it alright if I go back to my hole?” Charlie asked quietly, still staring at the photo even though it was laying on the ground. “Sure but...” The other suited man stared at the slime with narrowed, concerned eyes. “Charlie. If you ever need to talk about anything; I’ll be here. Alright?” Quackity rested his hand on Charlie’s shoulder again, Charlie nodded silently and Quackity removed his hand. The latter looked at the ground. “Go get some rest, Charlie.” Charlie nodded, walking towards the entrance, opening the door, then exiting. His head hung low as he treaded down the stairs, and as he did so, he thought about everything that had just happened. Quackity had said that last sentence with a slight annoyance in his voice, Charlie had noticed, which was obviously caused by the mess that he’d have to clean up, but the rest was filled with concern, concern for Charlie.  Charlie felt strange about that, he didn’t know if it was genuine, especially with what Dream had continuously lectured him about, but that was Dream. Charlie could rarely believe a word that came out of the masked man’s mouth... but right now... it felt like it was true. Maybe it was that Quackity had too many similarities to a certain bachelor. Or Charlie just had trust issues. Charlie jokingly thought the possibility to himself, but the more he thought about it, the more it seemed like a reality. He knew he got a bit more suspicious after Tommy escaped the original jail, but it wasn’t noticeable by any means... right? Before Charlie had any time to go down that rabbit hole, he had surprisingly made it to his ‘home’. Charlie sighed, beginning to climb down the ladder. He was exhausted and he could barely stand, it was barely sunset at the moment and he felt like he needed to have a day long nap. He hadn’t found out anything about Quackity’s plans, what he was was cooking up, or if he was going to go anywhere for business. But did it matter? Charlie didn’t know, his mind was too fuzzy for him to know.

He plopped down on his bed, face in his pillow. It was uncomfortable, sure, but it was good enough for him. He felt like he was melting into his bed, and he probably was based on his new body. He realized, even if he was made out of pure goop, he still needed to take oxygen in from his mouth, so he rolled over and stared at the ceiling. His mind was blank, luckily, and he was able to close his eyes and drift into sweet unconsciousness.

Surprisingly-and just as fortunately-he didn’t have any nightmares that night.

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Charlie had been excused from work for the past two days because of his ‘accident.’ He thought he didn’t even need to work, Las Nevadas has lost a lot of traction lately; the casino’s wonder had worn off and the food was too mediocre to drive people in. Even so, they were making a profit; enough to keep everything afloat. Quackity was extremely lucky with employees too, Charlie was never paid; he had no need for money--and Quackity supplied him with shelter and a home, and from what he could understand, Foolish was barely paid; same goes with Fundy.

All Charlie could really do during his days off was sit in his hole. Quackity had come to visit him every once in awhile; asking if he needed food, comfort or if he wanted to talk about Schlatt. Charlie never knew the guy had a name... but that name felt fitting, and-though Charlie hated to admit it-familiar. He had to get used to calling the salesman Schlatt, it made Charlie feel like he knew something, knew what was happening--even though he didn’t.

Charlie sighed, cupping his head in his hands while he sat on his bed. It had to be around sunset, that guess coming from the warm orange light seeping from the opening in his hole. He had wasted another day moping around... and he didn’t mind. It had felt good to get a long break-more like giving up-especially after everything that has happened; even after the apocalypse. Getting tossed into a new world with people that look far too similar to people you knew, painful flashbacks to things you don’t remember, getting threatened every week because he genuinely cannot get the thing someone wanted, it’s just a lot and Charlie just wanted to melt into a puddle, letting everything go.

He fell back onto the bed, spreading his arms out with an exhausted exhale. “I just want this to be over...” he mumbled, moving his hands up to his face; covering his eyes with closed fingers. Though he moved them when he heard what he thought was the rustling of leaves. He moved his hands, blinking. He slowly sat up, listening to the increasingly louder noise. It wasn’t leaves. It was feathers. Charlie's eyes went a bit wide, realizing who it was. Maybe he had news? Oh, who was Charlie kidding, he already knew the drug dealers name, what more could he know... unless. Charlie didn’t have time to tumble into his thoughts because the man had already descended, not using the ladder and instead using those large crow-like wings, and staring at Charlie.

Charlie slowly sat up, meeting the man’s confused gaze. “Uhh....” Charlie drawled, blinking. “Did I wake you up?” The man’s accented voice cut through his thoughts. “No, no....” Charlie swallowed as he hesitantly stood up from the bed. "You're melting, mate." The crow man half laughed. Charlie looked to his hands which were almost dripping. "Oh." He awkwardly chirped as he began to focus on keeping a solid form. "Sorry..." He muttered. The other person smiled. "You're fine." Charlie blinked, remembering he needed to ask his name.

"What's your name, by the way?" Charlie spoke up. "Philza." The crow man-Philza-replied. "But you can call me Phil." He added. "Okay, Phil...." Charlie nodded slowly. "Why did you, er.. come here?" Charlie asked. Phil grinned and said, "I said I'd come if I had information, and I have some." Charlie's body slightly leaned forward in interest. "I should've told you this earlier but, the man you were talking about is named-" "Schlatt.." Charlie interrupted Phil mid sentence. "I found a picture. Quackity told me his name." Phil blinked in surprise. "Oh.." Charlie could tell Phil was thinking things over. "Did he tell you anything more?" He asked. Charlie shook his head. "Okay, well.." Phil narrowed his eyes. "Sit down, I'll tell you about him."

Charlie obliged and sat down on the bed, Phil didn't move however and just stood by the ladder. "Schlatt was.. well.. he was a terrible guy. He had only joined to be apart on election that had been going on for presidency of L'Manburg." Charlie blinked, he had no clue what any of those words meant though he nodded. "He was meant to an endorsement for one of the partys, but he ended up just making his own campaign." Charlie thought for a moment, why would anyone trust a psychopath like him? Whilst Phil rambled on. "Whilst the voting was going on, Quackity-who was in his own campaign-decided to combine his votes with Schlatt, winning by 1%." Charlie blinked. Quackity had been wearing a suit with Schlatt in the picture Charlie had seen. Did he really... work with him?! He frowned. "Why would Quackity want to do that with him of all people?" Charlie voiced his question. Phil frowned. "You trust Quackity a lot, don't you." Charlie nodded awkwardly and he heard Phil sigh. "Quackity despised the other party. He refused to work with them. He was also offered to be a member of Schlatt's cabinet if they had won. He wanted power." Phill scowled. Charlie blinked, was Dream really right about how terrible of a person Quackity was...? Before Charlie could spiral, he was once again brought out by Phil talking. "He exiled the two candidates who would have won. He caused what seemed like a war afterward, fighting with the exiled party." Feel frowned. "There was a lot of fighting, he had killed someone in his cabinet after finding out they were a traitor, and was violent to anyone who worked with him." The anger in Phil's voice was most definitely constrained. "He was a terrible person. And I'm glad he's dead." Phil sighed. Charlie raised his head, looking at Phil, dumbfounded. "He's... dead?" He asked. Phil looked at Charlie. "Yes, he is. Died of a heart attack." Phil added, though he could hear Phill mutter, "fucking drunk", under his breath.

Charlie looked away from Phil, his brows knitted tightly together. He knew for a fact this drunkard sales-man was still around. If he wasn't, why would he be here? And if he wasn't... what would Charlie do? Phil placed a hand on Charlie's shoulder. "You said he's the reason you're here?" Charlie swiveled his head to look at Phil. "Yeah, I thought I'd be at peace." He grumbled and Phil's face turned into a frown. "Are you happy here?" The blonde asked and Charlie had to process that. Was he happy? He had Quackity, there was no zombies, the drug dealer that tortured him is supposedly dead and gone and Tommy... Tommy might not even be his Tommy. Charlie swallowed the lump in his throat. "I..." he stopped. He still had that stupid fucking deal with Dream. "I don't know." He finally answered and Phil sighed. "It's hard to get past everything that happened, I know. Just know that it's different here. There's people in this world that you can trust that won't turn into rabid zombies." Phil said the last bit jokingly and let out a light laugh. Charlie joined him and hoped that this was all something to laugh at in the future.

"Thanks, Phil." Charlie sighed and lightly shoved the man's hand off his shoulder. "No problem, mate." The winged-man stood. "I'm glad I can help you find your way. Even if you're working for that power-hungry, gambling prick." Phil laughed and Charlie smiled. He hoped none of that was true about Quackity... "I've gotta get goin'. Especially before your boss might come." Phil walked over to the opening in the hole and waved at Charlie as his wings took him up and out of the hole. "Bye." Charlie said after he had left and his smile turned into a thoughtful frown. Was he happy?