Wooo angst wooo

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Trigger warnings!
//blood, murder, mentions of torture

It was a fine day

Quackity was going to beat Dream as usual, ready to torture him

To hear him scream

Begging him to stop

Watch him writh in pain

He smiled as he imagined the scenario

He stepped into the prison, it standing as tall and intimidating as ever

He greeted Sam as he walked over to where Dreams cell was kept

It was dark and gloomy, blood on the floor and walls from Tommy's death. The clock stood small in the wall, the wrong time showing.

Dreams mask layer broken on the besides the man

He glared at Quackity with his one eye, other one lost to the endless amount of fighting and wars

Quackity only smirked in return, pulling out his axe, "why don't we make you feel the pain Tommy felt? Ay? How about it" he said the last part like a question, although the dirty blonde man knew whether to believe it.

"Fuck off" he growled

That only made the boy with a beanie smile wider

"Get ready bitch, no fucking mercy"

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The blonde man lie on the cold floor, unable to feel his arms or legs anymore

He couldn't see

His one eye was red

He was in pain

Lots of fucking pain

He was breathing heavily, but he managed to croak one thing out before falling unconscious

"This is why Karl and Sapnap don't fucking love you"

It seemed like a small statement, one that people wouldn't pay much attention to.

One people could easily pass on as a lie

But not Quackity

He froze as he heard those words

He turned around to look and the unconscious man

Seeing his cuts

His scars

The bruises, the burn marks, the make shift bandages from his prison clothes

And he hated them

Because they belonged to Dream

And he was right

Karl and Sapnap didn't love him

They left him

They hated him

He gripped his axe harder

He lifted it above his head

And brought it down apon the green man

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Blood

Splattered in the walls

On the floor

On him

Blood

It's what he tasted

Licking his lips, he watched the Shark man wander around, collecting materials for his Egyptian buildings.

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