Awesamedude x Reader {Ｆｅｅｌｉｎｇｓ}

19

As the weeks passed everyone seemed on edge we the news about Wilbur traveled. You tried talking to Philza, reinsuring (again) that it wasn't his fault. The calendar marked Techno's birthday.

You thought of going over but the idea retreated. Sam started acting weird, hanging out with Quackity more, and hiding away whenever you walked into the room.

Small whimpering escaped Sam Nook's mouth. "Different...he's different" he muttered. You two found yourself talking about the SMP soon the topic landed on Sam and his recent doings.

"Las Nevadas?"

The rim of the glass brushed against your bottom lip. Your eyebrows knitted together while taking a sip of the carbonated colored liquid. Sam Nook slowly nodded. A timer went off, Sam Nook peered at his watch.

"I have to get going to the hotel" His voice beeped with the words. "You're still doing that? A-After what happened" You swallowed a lump in your throat. "It's my duty" Sam Nook smiled widely, patting you on the back.

"See you later" Sam nodded off, walking out of the small restaurant. Someone in the other booth stood up, sliding into yours. "Oh, my" You rolled your eyes. Quackity adjusts his overall straps. Your memory was fuzzy about the last time you've seen him.

But you were sure Quackity didn't look like this. He didn't sound intoxicated but he looked like he walked out of a movie. The dusty beige that stained his clothes was appealing at all. Small grains of sand stuck to him like a child decorating a paper in glitter.

"So~ What do you want to know?" His voice was quiet and Quackity's eyes kept looking around. He had to be on something. "About what?" "Las Nevadas- -My Las Nevadas" Quackity's lips twitched into a grin. Fluffy black hair scattered on his forehead.

"I don't care about your gambling city" Quackity's eyes narrowed up to you. You didn't know that much about the place only about the casino and the soon-to-be gambling addict. They were only rumors anyways.

"I only care about what it has to do with my friends" "If your talking about Sam just say so" "What did you do to him?" Your voice now becoming a sneer. "Nothing" "What's your relationship with him?" "Business partners and your relationship with him?"

Quackity smiled, almost laughing at your taken aback face. "Friends" You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your drink. Quackity pulled out a poker chip. The cold plastic twirling in between his long tanned fingers. He placed it on the gray marble table.

Hid stretched out middle finger dragged the coin by its center across the table to you. Confusion covered your face.
"...Hey Y/n, can I ask you something?"