Dancing Through Time (KARL X READER!)

Chapter 28 ✨

TW: Self Put-downs (Idk what needs a tw or not, you can probably tell), Blood?

"Why in the fucking hell- No scratch that. Why were you helping that green bastard?" Quackity spat as he held out his sword.

You looked him in the eye, "Oh, I don't know. Maybe because we made a fucking deal. Or you know, I just like making friends with villains and helping them and shit. Looks like I've done it twice."

Quackity's face lit up with the realization that you knew.

"Yes, you dumbass. I know that you're going in and torturing Dream EVERY SINGLE DAY. Holy shiz Quackity, you're turning into Dream, if not worse!" You said coldly.

"Don't. Compare. Me. To. Him." Quackity said slowly.

"Oh why the hell not? I wouldn't be surprised if you began to manipulate minors and began to use a bunch of smiley faces and slap them as your life slogan. There's different ways to get the information you know? Look where it's gotten you, and look where I am."

Quackity paused. "You have the book? You have the knowledge?" He stepped closer to you, and you stepped back. "Oh Notch, that's what the deal was." He looked back into your (E/C) eyes. "You could've lied and we could've finally killed him, (Y/N)!"

"I made a promise, Quackity. And I stand by those. And as you should know, I'm not really into the whole killing people business."

"He took off on that horse, didn't he? Where is he headed?" Quackity asked.

"Like I'd tell you. Part of the deal. What are you gonna do? 'Torture' the info out of me? Go on a wild goose chase after Dream? You've lost Quackity."

"No I haven't, I haven't lost anything (Y/N)." He said as he turned to you. The sword gleamed in the moonlight, and you saw your emotionless face staring at it.

"But you have, all those days bleeding blood onto your clothes, and hearing tortured screams and cries, wasted time. You hurt someone for your own personal gain, Quackity. Are you mad?" You asked.

"The bastard deserved it." Quackity spat. This time you took a step forward, "What did you even want the info for? What use would it have been for you?"

"Disclosed Information (Y/N). Give me the knowledge of the book and I'll make sure Sam doesn't find out that you helped him out. I'll vouch for you."

You let a careless and exhausted laugh into the sky. "Taking that from a bloodthirsty psycho isn't much, Quackity. No."

"No, you will." Quackity growled as he raised his sword. "Last chance."

"My minds already made," You said as you raised your sword, "You should reconsider, seeing how you last fought, It would be a shame to scar up your other eye-"

Quackity's sword came down in an arc, but you were able to step-side and dodge it.

The two of you fought, blades smashing against each other, trading offense and defense positions. It felt like a complicated dance. But if you mis-stepped, his sword would hit you, and seeing how violently he was trying to hit you, he held no mercy.

He swung the sword towards you, but he was in an unbalanced position, and you tripped him. You kicked his sword away before you held the blade over his neck.

You have to kill him

If you don't kill him, he'll kill you

The voices in your head arose, and began to pester you.

There's no time! Kill him and run!

(Y/N), You have to do it.

No.