• summary • in which quackity is able to reconnect with (y/n) in an unexpected way.
• basics • dream smp au but also reality. yall know the drill. third person pov
• words • 890 words
• request • yes!! thank you anon :)
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• warnings • angst, death (in game, guys, in game), spoilers for january 6 smp events, strong language
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wordlessly, karl placed a hand on alex's shoulder. surprisingly, he didn't shake it off. the past few days had been very rough for the kid. technoblade blew up l'manberg, again. which lead to the untimely death of his significant other, (y/n).
it was their third and final death.
if quackity wasn't pissed at techno before, he sure was now. and quite understandably as well. yet he blocked that from his memory now.
all that mattered was the funeral. which he currently sat at, in the front row. it was closed casket, so the poor boy couldn't even get closure. yet karl kept by his side, doing his best to support his best friend.
quackity blocked every word that everyone said out. he was honestly convinced he had been sitting in silence, alone, in front of the casket for an hour.
then it was over.
well, there was more too it but alex didn't remember any of it. he didn't remember anything over the past week in all honesty.
so the next day he sat in his bed, staring up at the ceiling. ranboo stopped by a few hours ago and offered to share memories of (y/n). tubbo stopped by and had a conversation with him, even if it was one-sided. tommy even stopped by with some food. it wasn't good in the slightest, but it was the thought that counted.
yet, karl was the one person that didn't leave. karl stayed at the house constantly, pulling quackity out of bed to eat and practically keep him alive.
"i miss them," quackity mumbled. karl sat across the table and spared a sympathetic smile. "i wish they were here. i mean, why can't they be a ghost like ghostbur?" aggravation was quickly rising in his tone.
"im sure they will, give them time." karl picks up the two empty plates, going to wash them in the sink as alex continues to sit angrily in his seat.
"it's just not fair, karl! i'm going to kill technoblade! why did he do this! i'm going to kill that motherfucker!" all the pent up emotions of the past few days finally surfaced. unfortunately, anger was more evident than any other. yet tears started to gather in his eyes, blurring his vision. he stands up, the chair squeaks against the floor behind him and he slams his hands on the table.
"no, no, alex come on." karl rushes to his side, trying to calm him down. although it doesn't work instantly, karl's able to talk him down before he gets out of the door. "we can deal with him later. just, not now."
now here he was, back in bed. passed out from his sudden outburst. his eyes began to open, then the brightness seeping through the curtains made him close them again. groaning, and stretching he finally wakes up fully. he sits up and that's about as far as he goes.
alex can hear karl in the other room, seemingly talking on the phone. he doesn't even bother trying to figure out his words. but even if he decided to, karl stopped. then there was a knock at the bedroom door.
"yeah?" alex's voice was absolutely shot, but it was audible.
"can i come in? i have something for you?" karl asks, trying to keep his tone neutral. yet alex can read him. he's overly excited.
"yeah." and the door swings open, karl standing proud. his brow furrows in confusion, then karl steps aside.
(y/n).
well, the ghost version.
but, (y/n).
"hi," their voice was timid, as if they were meeting for the first time again.
"(y/n)?" alex throws the covers off his body and swings himself forward. the ghost smiles at him. he takes this as an excuse to launch himself off the bed and attempt a hug.
attempt.
forgetting the ghost adequate, alex falls straight through (y/n)'s frame, pretty much eating the wood of the floor. the ghost giggles, karl covers his smile and chokes down his smile. yet alex seems unphased. he hops right back up and stands in front of them.
"it's you! it's you, you're here!" his voice strains, sure as hell to be absolutely gone tomorrow.
"hi alex!" (y/n)'s voice restores from the timid one. yet the voice echos along the walls, much like ghostbur's.
"where- where have you been? you're a ghost!" alex speaks his thought, his words coming out so far (y/n) barely catches them.
"i had to go through ghost initiation, talk with two people in this void and ghostbur had to lead me here." (y/n) explains, reaching a hand out to quackity's arm. it instantly chills, goosebumps running along his skin.
"do- do you remember everything?" alex finally stumbles upon a question after (y/n) spoke.
"um," (y/n)'s eyebrows furrow. "i remember this room. and, and you. i remember you." quackity giggles shamelessly at their remembrance.
"tell me, tell me what's it like being a ghost!" alex bursts, going to reach out for (y/n) again and losing his balance. he stumbles forward, yet doesn't fall this time.
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• author's note • so sad trumpet didn't get to subtweet a 20 year old streamer for getting cedar rapids trending again 😞 -z
