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Multi quietly entered the office. It was clean, white and with a faint smell of disinfectant. It reminded him of his own place at the reactor in a way.
He slowly heads to the desk with the monitor in the middle of the room, all with motions a bit too machanical for his liking.
He sits in the chair, and it doesn’t feel like it was suposed to. The times he had imagined this moment, he thought he would feel powerful, finally with the control he dreamed about since arriving at this island.
But instead of that, he feels emptiness. A void in his hearth and soul too crushing and present that kept him from focusing on anything else.
It wasn’t suposed to happen this way, this isn’t how he should have reached this position in the Federation.
He was suposed to climb the ranks with his reserches, with his cleverness, and with the support of his most trusted person on this island.
Not with an explosion that wasn’t induced by him, and clearly not with the death of Quackity.
He remembers that moment too vividly, too fresh in his memory to forget any of it.
He was in the reactor, finishing the final details of his missile when a messge poped out in his communicator.
“CUCURUCHO HAS DIED”
He paused everything he was doing and stared at the red letters in the screen, the same kind of when Juan died.
It startled him for a second, but then he remembered Quackity’s goal, so the surprise went away quickly. But it all changed when he got another message, with the same style of the last one.
“QUACKITY HAS DIED”
He felt the oxigen leave his lungs in a second, his hearthbeat drumming against his ears, his blood turning more cold the moment he read what it felt like a knife stabbing into his hearth, his fangs percing his lips and a knot dropping so fast in his stomach he almost fell to his knees.
He didn’t noticed the tears falling from his cheeks untill they reached his communicator.
His eyes locked on the screen for more time he would have liked, more time procesing that sentece than ordinary.
How could this have happened!? Just early this week he had seen the camara footage where Quackity told him about how he was now protected from the Dark Federation and how they needed to talk soon.
Sure they hadn’t seen eachother all week, but the duck had an habit of sleeping for long periods of time, so he didn’t worried too much about it.
But now seeing that message he wanted to reprimand himself for not trying to contact his friend when he could, for getting accustumed to his absence to the point of losing completly track on him
With a ringing in his ears he reached for the control of his missile not caring that it was unfinised, even if it doesn’t destroy all the island, it would at least make enough damage to screw big part of it. And just when he was about to press the button, a voice cutted all movement he was about to make.
“DADA!” it was Nacho, he could hear him from outside of the room quickly approaching. When he entered the room he jumped straight at him and bursted out a loud, agonizing cry.
Multi wrapped the child in his arms and with the calmest tone he could voice he began to speak.
“Whats worng Nacho? Are you okay?” It took the boy a long time to make sense of his words, but eventually he managed to blurt out his thoughts.
“No! I-It’s dad! I g-got a message t-that said that d-dad died!” The kid could barely speak, he hugged Multi harder as his cries grew louder.
Right, Nacho was Cucuruchos son, so of course he didn’t take the news well. And damn it! He seriously was going to end it all without thinking of his childs safety or wellbeing, what a terrible father he was.
Now that Nachos biological dad was dead, the responsibility to take care of him landed on Multi and Katie. So he needed a better way to protect him.
And that brings him to the present.
Getting this far wasn’t as hard as it should be, he wonders If It’s because of the death of their superior.
Even if he wasn’t in the highest position, he still managed to get a high one, he thanks Nacho and his experiments for that. Now that would grant him access to a lot more of resources and better equipment.
But what mattered most to him at that moment was the records on all the experiments they have made, because he still hasn’t forgotten about the promise he made to his partner in crime.
He promised to delete all the information the Federation had on him once he took over as head of that organization. And even if he isn’t that high, he still could fulfill that last thing to honor his friend wish.
Friend.
As he turned on the monitor he started thinking of that man. On how that last week he seemed drained of the colors and energy that characterized him. The many times he mentioned his own death should had clicked something in him, but he let it pass. And how he didn’t returned the hug he gave him the last time they saw eachother, even if he did it to make him laugh, he couldn’t stop thinking about how that was the last time he could touch that angel that too good to be down there.
And he thought about how he felt for that boy. Those hands decorated with scars made by training and fights. The sweet smell of his blood that distinguished him from the others. The smile that seemed to brighten his days when he saw it. And those eyes that never reflected much light in them since the moment he met him.
He didn’t know when his feeling started growing, but when he realized it was far too late to stop it. He thought about confessing once Quackity was free, away from the claws of the Federation. He didn’t expect to his feeling to be mutual, he just wanted to get it out of his chest once everything were in control.
But now it was too late for that.
He entered the data base and went directly to the information of the experiments that have been conducted for God knows how long.
It didn’t take him much to find what he was looking for. He entered the archive but didn’t read any of the things that were written there out of respect of the person that gave him strenght to keep living in this miserable world.
He was about to delete the information on the screen when he paused. If he deleted this, the things he would have to remember that boy would be the records of his cameras, and it wasn’t enough. But again, he promised to do this, and he was a man of his word.
He stared at the screen for some time until an idea crossed his mind. He opened the drawers in search of something and he found it pretty quick.
An USB flash drive, he connected it to the computer and transfered the information as fast as the device let.
It was genius, he could have a little of that boy with him while erasing him from the people who hurted him the most.
When the transfer was completed he put the USB drive in his pockets and began deleting the archive from the data base, it took him a while but he succeded on his mission.
He started to check other things that were on the data base with a calmness caused by the exhaustion of the past few days.
And with that, he could only imagine on how his angel was finally free from those who made him suffer, and how he dragged his executor with him in the death he deserved.