Luck :]

The Unbeatable King

The lights flashed every direction you looked. The smell of smoke and the loud noises of machines filled the room.

Quackity was quite accustomed to these conditions, in fact, he loved it, lived for it.

Of course he loved this place, he made it after all.

Welcome,

To Las Navadas.

                                      🂡🂢🂣🂤

"Damnit!." Yelled a intoxicated man.

"Is he really going against the boss?,"

"What and idiot, he gonna be in major debt after this,"

"He's basically already lost."

The chatter continued around the table as the two men continued the game. On one end sat a middle aged man, drunk, and stressed. On the other side sat a shorter, dark haired man with a beanie with a nasty scar sat across the right of his face.

Quackity, the head of Las Navadas.

"You should really control yourself, loosing your cool will only guarantee your failure," Quackity spoke, a shit eating grin sat on his face.

The man let out a annoyed breath, continuing the game of black jack.

The dealer past another pair of cards to them.
The man looked down at his cards

He was at 18

Panic continued to overpower the buzz from his drink. They where only on the 3rd set of cards, he bet his entire earnings on this gamble. Just as he was about to loose his cool he looked over at Quackity,

He was at 15

Did he really have a chance to beat THE Quackity? He can't fold now, this is a once in a million opportunity.

The next pair of cards where delt.

He was at 23

That's it. Quackity was at 19, he had lost.

His entire earnings were gone.

The room was filled with satisfying joy, the king still rained victorious.

                                         🂼🂽🂾

Quackity stood leaning next to the bar, after his win against the drunk he took his winnings and went on his way, he's not the type to gloat. Some people stuck around and interrogated him about his unbelievable luck.

"How do you always manage to win a gamble?,"

"I don't know, I'm just lucky."

"Let me buy you a drink!"

"Oh no, I don't drink."

"Have you ever lost a gamble?"

"Yes.. I have."

That's when the incident with his eye came back to him. The only man to beat him at his own gamble, was Technoblade.

People continued to try and pester him, when I finally realized how late he's been out.

"Ah, I should really be getting home."

"Wait! Mr. Quackity one more question!"

"Can I get a picture with you?"

The questions continued to berate him as he pushed pass the invasive press. He really wasn't a fan of, well, fans. Making his way out of the large intoxicating building, he got into his personal limo and headed for his house.

🃑🃒🃓

His house was quiet. Too quiet. Nobody but the king lives in his house, at least that's how it has become.

Quackity sat at his large couch, observing the map layed out on the glass table. He couldn't help but let his mind wander. He didn't often let his brain get the best of him. It tended to be painful.

He was lonely. And vengeful.

He missed Charlie. Even deeper pit telling him his missed Sapnap and Karl.

He let out a breathy laugh.

"Everyday I feel more like you. How scary it is to descend to the level of nothing. Is it, Schlatt?

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Hello! I hope u liked my new book :] Just a little note for the placement of time. It takes time after Quackity's most recent stream, after that I plan on building lore myself. So for future readers some stuff might be super incorrect lol.