Dream SMP One shots

Meeting.

Tw: Abuse, Gore, alcholism, yelling, body mutilation, tears,blood, torture.

Quackity was busy trying his best to coax Slimecicle off the edge of the tower with diamonds. "No, no no come, look diamonds!" Quackity spoke, sounding extremely worried. "Ooh!" Slimecicle replied in wonder.

The sky was turning a deep navy, the lights of Las Nevadas were twinkling against the blue. Slimecicle was busy fawning over the glittery diamonds placed in his slimy green hands. Quackity noticed something approaching Las Nevadas from the road, a lantern illuminating the grey pavement. Quackity shrugged it off as Tommy, or Wilbur walking towards the casino or club.

"QUACKITY!" a frantic voice called out. Quackity turned from the spires balcony. He froze. The voice sounded familiar, but he didn't want to remember who it was.

Quackity strided past Slimecicle, making a quick descend down the stairs. Slimecicle, alarmed by his sudden movement, followed Quackity down the spire, muttering a small "Goop" with each step he took.

The two figures became more visible, fury, anger, sadness and pain, began brewing inside Quackity. One figure was holding the other, tears pouring from their eyes. "Quacki?" They stumbled down the road, almost dropping the lantern. The figure had long black hair a white bandana wrapped around their forehead. Their ears were pointed, there eyes a deep ember. They were wearing a white shirt, a raging fire painted crudely on it. "Quackity please, we have no where else to go, Karl i- I don't know what happened." Karl was turning a pale grey by the minute. Sapnap looked at Quackity. A large scar had torn of his cheek, right by his mouth meaning some of his teeth were visible through the scar. It ran up from his lips up past his eye, turning the iris and pupil a dark black.

Quackity eyes flashed in pain before he turned away, Slimecicle arrived not soon after. "You know these guys Quackity from Las Nevadas?" Slimecicle tilted his head as he stared at the two men. Sapnap was looking desperately at Quackity waiting for an answer. "No," Quackity replied firmly "I don't." He turned his back and began to walk away, Slimecicle waves goodbye happily at the figures. "Maybe they can find help somewhere else"

Slimecicle went back up to the Tower, while Quackity went into the hotel. Sapnap looked in disbelief as one one of the rooms lit up. The front wall had a large glass door and a balcony allowing Sapnap to see in clearly.

Quackity rubbed his eyes sleepily, before falling on his knees. He cried out in pain as an apperition appeared in front of him. A large man wearing a black suit. He had large ram horns curling beneath his earlobes, messy brown hair, an odd beard and mostly strangely, bright yellow eyes.

Tears pouring from Quackity eyes were visible even from the road, Sapnap wasn't sure if he was yelling from greif, or the pain of the salty tears dripping into the wound.

The apperition spoke to Quackity.

The apperition swirled a brown bottle of beer in his hand before speaking. "Well, well, look who's inside again" They chanted mockingly. "Went out to look for a reason to hide again." The apperition tapped Quackity on the head with the beer bottle.

"S-sapnap?" Karl muttered, turning his head into Sapnaps chest. "Where are we?" Karl spoke much more clearly now, colour began to run back into his cheeks. "Its Las Nevadas, Quackitys place." Sapnap frowned, pointing to the illuminated room Quackity was in.

Tears began to fill Karl's eyes as he watched Jschlatt float around Quackity, yelling insignificant things in his ears.

"You know you need me" Jchlatt ran a transparent finger down Quackitys neck, causing him to shiver violently. Jchlatt brought Quackity to his knees, swinging open the balcony doors. Karl and Sapnap weren't on the street anymore, they were quickly descending the stairs up to Quackitys suite.