Transangelic Exodus (Mcyt Oneshots,Mostly Angst)

12;you can dance,you could've flied!

You can dance,you could've flied!

Tw:gore,this is kinda fucked,angst,hurt no comfort,swearing,yelling,blood.

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Quackity was just minding his business,preening his pastel-ish yellow wings and flying in a meadow,it was beautiful. There was a lake near the edge and it was covered with flowers for as far as the eye could see. The variety was surely something, alliums,tulips,cosmos,dandelions,sunfl-owers,you name it,they were there.

He was enjoying his time alone,until he wasn't. Until he felt the harsh stare of a ram-mans burn holes into his back. Oh fuck oh shit oh shit or fuck ohno oh no oh no ohnohnohnohnohnohnohnohno-

He knew the ram wasn't all that keen on the idea of wings,let alone using them. It was stupid. It was dumb. Why couldn't he just live?? Why did the stench of alcohol have to fuel his fear all the time.

Quackity hesitantly yet quite harshly hid his wings. He turned around expecting to have to walk a foot or two to see the man,it scared the living shit out of him when schlatt was only a couple centimeters away from his face. "We should have a chat, Alex."

The words rolled off of schlatts tounge with venom,and the stench of alcohol.it was horrible,it made quackitys eyes water. "Yes,sir." He muttered,ready to get the lecture most would fear or one hell of a beating. He was surely in for it based off the Rams tone.

Yeah,he was in for it alright.

The pair was now sat in an office. As soon as quackity opened his mouth to ask why he was called schlatt absolutely lost it. Screaming slurred nonsense that quackity couldn't make out,and that could quite literally be heard from miles away.

after a good 5 minutes he finally zoned back in after getting a slap to the face. He looked up at schlatt who was fuming,wait,that would be an underestimate. If you looked close enough you'd probably be able to see steam coming out of his ears.

And quackitys heart stomach dropped to the fucking void at what he heard next. Maybe even further,if possible.

"ARE YOU EVEN FUCKING LISTENING?"

There was more slurred nonsense,but he payed attention nonetheless.

"get up. Get to the fucking basement."

That is where his stomach landed in the pits of hell,nothing good happened in the basement. If there's a beating,it happens there. He watched innocents get taken down there,he heard their screams,their pleads. He couldn't help them then,he'd end up in the same position.

But alas, he had to obligate. He walked down the cold steps if the stairs,really only being able to hear his own heart and heavy breathing. He he stepped into the center of the basement,taking in the horrid scent of alcohol,and prime knows what else. He gagged at the though of what could happen to him. Terror radiated off of him. So much it could possibly cut with a knife.

schlatt came down with a shit eating grin,having something behind his back. Quackity doesn't open his mouth,but his breath catches in his throat before schlatt can even begin. "Can I see those beautiful wings again?" "I just want to see." He says in his asshole tone. "A-and why should I?" Quackity squeaks,sounding shaky and afraid.

"Show me them again." the dictator demanded,tone matching the shit eating grin still plastered onto his face. Quackity gulped and showed them, immediately regretting not running when he had the chance as schlatt walked over,he caught a glimpse of the netherite sword behind his back,it was enchanted. He saw enough to know the pattern on it. Sharpness III..... I'm not making it out,am I? oh prime,im to young. Please. I ha- his train of thought was interrupted as he felt a blade on his right wing.

His fucking wings. His escape,his freedom.

The sadistic man behind him shoved him so that quackity was lying on his stomach,schlatt using his foot to keep him still. The pain he was about to feel was going to make him wish his mother had swallowed. (Bad time,sorry-)

The loudest scream probably anyone had ever heard ripped from his throat,tears immediately blurring his vision as the sword rather vigorously went through his wing like a fucking saw.

He screamed his heart out,he screamed even after his voice box felt like it was crumbling. He sobbed even after he was convinced there was nothing left to cry. It never stopped.

"SCHLATT PLEASE- IM SORRY" "IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SOR-SORRY!" The 'winged' man pleaded. He heard a sickening rip of muscle and skin,seeing his beautiful,yet tragic and bloodied feathers flying about. He heard schlatt grumble and almost screamed louder if it was even possible when he felt a combination of the bones being pulled and sawed into at the same time. He was either going to vomit or pass out because of the pain. Neither would be pretty.

Schlatt threw the first wing in front of him,and that was the last straw. He'd never want to see his own fucking wing torn and bloodied with bone and muscle sticking out of it,ever. That was the last straw and he blacked out.

He woke up,prime knows how long after,and immediately starts to panic. He tried to get up resulting in a scream of pure agony,maybe worse than the ones last night. He was in so much pain and everything hurt. He wanted it to stop.

Quackity looks around him,literally vomiting,most being blood,when he saw his own wings laying not even a foot away from him,if those were that bad he didn't even want to imagine what his back looked like,he saw the sword. His suspicions where correct,it was enchanted with Sharpness III.

He wailed. He sobbed.he screamed, begging for someone to help. He remembered a time before all of this. Sapnap,Karl,and him just messing around.

Quackity was flying and laughing,holding onto sapnap by the waist,having him "lay" down on his stomach almost,as they were flying. Sapnap was holding Karl's hands,the two screaming. But you could tell they were having fun. It was fun.

"DONT DROP ME!!" The two had shouted in unison. Quackity had just laughed and barely lowered his arms to mess with them.

"QUACKMISTER DONT YOU DARE" Sapnap screamed,joke hinting at his voice. Karl was dangling and screaming through his laughs.

Quackity folded his wing in and they were dropping through the clouds,laughing as he unfolded his wings and glided down to safety as quick as he folded them in.

His fiancés were taking turns cussing him out,it was all in good fun in the end. They all had fun,they had almost no worries. That's what mattered.

Oh my prime,he thought,still wailing. He'd never be able to do that again. He'd never be able to fly. He'd never be able to shield himself with them again. Never be able to silently comfort himself.

He was still wailing so loud he didn't realise the frantic and panicked footsteps until they were staring at him. Eyes filled with intense fear and everything in-between.

"Quackity?"