FAU continued

Progressive

"Purpled?"

A slight cackle, though it was more of metallic purr as the shadow rolled his shoulders back. A cold, dark shadow rippled down his back. Noises of unearthly nature rang through the cells.

Sam steadily pushed a crumbling sandstone slab off his chest, groaning when he failed to push a larger one off his legs. Well in all fairness he wasn't exactly expecting a bomb level impact.

Purpled's head snapped to the side, gaze of glowing violet on him and fists clenched. The warden shook his head slowly.

"Purpled wait can you hear me PURPLED WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

The shadows spun into tights needles, "Hold still or I might fry you."

"PURPLED-"

Purpled flicked one of his fingers and the shadows spun into the slab like bullets, Sam kicking the pieces off and scrambling up. Purpled grabbed his shoulder, shoving him through the smoking bars.

The shadow raised more darkness, and ignored his pounding heart, "I hope you have a plan, once we get there. Not sure what you did but I know it won't last.

Their effects were tossed lazily in a bin. Sam picked up his sword, sheathing Purpled's at his side.

From what Sam could tell, Purpled wouldn't need a fucking sword.

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The room was huge! Quackity fixed his mask and kept his shoulders tense. There were sooo many people, he could take ten at most!

Once again he fucked up, really Quackity shouldn't be here-

The room had a big match square in the middle that was true, Quackity and the other mercenaries were surrounding it on a slightly lower level. On one side of the square was a raised area that stairs led to.

There was the guy in white, and if Quackity was honest he didn't know much other than that guy was trouble. His trident was loosely held in one hand, and he sat with one leg hanging over the arm of a solid stone throne with gems plastered in. To his left was an advisor presumably, a masked girl dressed in dark red rose fabric.

To his right was Skeppy- Dream. Still gotta get used to that. He stood tall, skin still ever so slightly tinted with a blue aura.

Next to him was Fundy on his knees, looking rather agitated and embarrassed. Alright so that narrows down his list.

1. Find Fundy

2. Break out the losers who got themselves canned

3. Stab shit

4. Get everybody out

Alright so 1-3 were doable, but 4? Better start praying they get help here. What good would it do to free everyone and just get fucking caught again BECAUSE THIS PLACE WAS CRAWLING WITH KILLERS.

I mean they do make good burritos though.

Quackity didn't know how or when they would start whatever this is, but all he could do was fix his eyes on Fundy and drown everything else out.

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Wilbur shushed him as Schlatt punched a hole through the wall. "What the fuck are you doing!"

"I mean there's only so many walls. There's gotta be our friend in here somewhere."

Wilbur grabbed his arm and yanked it up for him to see, "I'd prefer you start breaking bones in an actual fight and preferably not yours!"

Schlatt let out an annoyed puff, "I don't see the problem."

Wilbur rolled his eyes, tapping one of the shattered pillars, "You realized this place is under tens of thousands of tons of sand right?"

"How'd you know?"

"Everything is made out of sandstone Schlatt I thought it was obvious."

"Wait so if I break too many foundations this place collapses? Wouldn't that be good?"

"Not with us in it!"

"Right right you got a better plan?"

Wilbur smirked, "Dude I can legit go through WALLS, we find a safe place to leave you and my body and I go scout."

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Making sure I don't get stabbed sounds pretty good. And if I start having a heart attack I think you should know."

"That sounds so barbaric!"

"I mean as the person punching walls I don't think you get a say." Wil cooed slyly, Schlatt elbowed him hard.

"Alright that looks good."

"I just got outta the closet I'm not going back in."

"Ha ha," Wil eyerolled, holding the door for him, "So plan is, we get people out if we can, and or wait for my father to kick ass in the capital and get people here to help us."

Schlatt shut the door and locked it, before sitting down on the dusty ground and tripping Wilbur. The poltergeist laughed, pulling Schlatt's arm over his chest.

"You know now that you are kinda fire you are like the best heating pad."

"Shut up and get your little fainting spell over with. Also don't get that blue stuff on me, new shirt."

It wasn't actually possible for the blue tracks on Wil's face to come off, but it was still a funny thought.

"I missed ya Schlatt."

"You too, now go scare shit."

"Yes sir!"

Hehehehe been a while guys.