Las Nevadas

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"Hello, Quackity from Las Nevadas!" A cheery voice called from the grand fountain that stood in the middle of the city Quackity built.

"Hey, slime" Quackity responded, tears still running down his checks "And get out of the fountain, you'll get it all slimy."

After pulling himself out of the fountain, slime wandered over to Quackity making slimy puddles as he went. "Why are your eyes making water"

"I'm crying slime, I'm sad." He awnsered almost laughing at the question.

"Oh, what happened?" He pulled Quackity into a big, goopy hug.

Quackity lent into it, letting more tears fall, they turned into a slimy mess when they touched his skin.

***

"Do you know Wilbur," Quackity asked after pulling out of the hug.

"Yeah, Wilbur from L'Manberg!" He awnsered happily.

"Yes, him." He said, a dark shadow over his face. "He kissed me, in front of my fiancé's."

"Oh, but Ranboo from snowchester said that kissing is a good thing." He responded looking puzzled.

"Not this time" he muttered.

"Oh" Slime looked confused "What was so bad about it, is he bad at kissing?"

Quackity laughed, "No, it wasn't bad." He looked down at his hands as if disappointed at him self. "I liked it."

Eventually he looked up tears in his eyes "My brain goop is hurting" Slime said one hand rubbing his forehead.

"If you liked it," Slime said after a while "Don't you think you should be with him and not your fiancé's."

Quackity's head snapped up in shock "Goodbye, Quackity from Las Nevadas!" Slime said happily, as he wandered of to the gate to leave Las Nevadas.

***

After a while Quackity got up and walked to his home. "I can't be in love with Wilbur," he muttered to himself "No, I've got Karl and Sapnap... I had Karl and Sapnap."

***NOTES***

Thanks for reading.

I couldn't think of much for this part but the next one will be a lot better.

Please correct spelling and grammar in the comments.

Remember to take care of yourself and have a good day/night.

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