Chapter One - Rings

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Quackity leaned back in his chair, pushing his hands against the front of his desk table as he tilted his head to the side. His communicator sat on his desk next to the paperwork he had previously been working on; Him moving his gaze to the window to his left. It was just about sun-fall, maybe four or five pm? He promised to give Dream a week exactly before seeing him again-- and now that Technoblade was in there, he was worried but excited to see what he would return too in a few days at this time. He didn't know anything about them apart from their rivalry if not them being enemies, but he doubted Techno would kill Dream while he was there. But, you never know. Quackity wouldn't mind.
He moved his chair back and stood up, stepping towards the door to exit his office. He should probably eat something, check up on Slime, maybe try and find Fundy. Despite how Quackity normally acted with Fundy, he was trying to be less of a fucking asshole. He knew what had to be done to get Fundy on his side, but he had already gone through so much shit with Wilbur and Dream and,, Jschlatt. Quackity doesn't want to be one of the names on that list.

He shook the thoughts from his mind, finally reaching his hand out to the door knob and twisting it, stepping back slightly so he didn't get in the way of the door. He stepped into and out of the doorframe, closing the door behind him and turning to walk down the hallway to get to one of the many elevators.
He felt most safe in his office, it was where he could be alone and protected. Nobody could go in there besides him. And sure, that was basic human right to have a safe place, Quackity was more than relieved to have one. But,, he's never really had a good experience with privacy before. Or just, being able to have privacy at all.

He let out a sigh, running his fingers through his hair as he stepped onto the elevator, pressing the button for floor one. He hurriedly schooched over to the corner of the elevator, feeling his; currently invisible, wings twitch once he did so. He didn't like small spaces like this, not only did it stress him out but it made him feel like he was trapped in a cage. His wings weren't able to move right in spaces like this, and he simply disliked that fact.

He soon heard the beep of the elevator reaching floor one, exiting the elevator just about as soon as the door opened so he could stretch his wings out. His wings were somewhere around 6-7ft in length, so having them folded like that was pretty uncomfortable. He was just glad he knew how to make them invisible, if Slime knew he had wings he'd mess up all his feathers; no doubt about it.
He smiled at the thought of the slime man, looking forward through all the colored glass windows and colored glass doors. This building was pretty empty people wise; since it wasnt exactly a hotel but it wasn't an office building either. It had game rooms and a hidden theatre and tons of random rooms you could find on accident full of wild colors, lights, mirrors, strange shapes, and other things like that. His office was probably one of the only rooms that was plain; but he liked it that way.

He continued forward, folding his wings against his back again after making sure the invisibility potion hadn't worn off. He ended up leaving the building quicker than expected, searching for the Slime all around the city. He checked the Slimes 'room' with Quackitys supplies, and then the gambling room, then proceeding to go to the towering 'needle'. Surprisingly, the Slime was indeed up there, sitting at one of the two person tables with a bag of what seemed to be food from a restaurant of some kind, him seeming confused on what he was supposed to do with the food.

"Hello Quackity from Las Nevadas! I got human food!"

"I ah, I see that! What kind of food did you get and uh, why?"

Quackity sat down at the seat across from Slime, his eyes moving to gaze down at the city from where they were, then to the bag of food. He wondered why Slime got the food in the first place, or who might've gave it to him. Was it from McPuffy's? The bag looked similar in the ones she packaged food with.

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