Chirp•+|+•DreamSMP Imagines

cmon, dance with me ➪ quackity

Warnings:
Torture
Blood
Knifes (not kinky though)
Wrist slits
Basically angst? Maybe?

   "Cmon, dance with me!" Y/n grins happily as she takes quackitys hand, bringing him onto the wooden floors of her comfy living room. He giggles as he puts one arm around her waist, holding her hand. While y/n places her hand on his shoulder. They sway to the music playing in the jukebox, titled mellohi. Tommy let them borrow it for their "stay at home" date. They move their feet around the living room in sync as they look at each other.

  But quackity noticed something as she stares into his eyes, her eye color was gone. Her puples where dilated to the point where you could not see her other eye features. This creeped quackity out majorly. "Y/n?" He questions. "Yes?"

   "Why are you're eyes black? Are you okay? I think we should go see a-" he gets cut off as he feels her hand tightening around his shoulder and his hand she was holding. She looked up at him, showing no emotions, her face completely rested. "It's late, we should go to bed." She grins, ignoring the questions as her hand let go of his—rather roughly—and goes into their shared room.

   Quackity follows her, confused. She lays down on her side, closest to the wall, as he lays next to her, remaining stiff. She looks at him, "are you okay?" She asks "yeah, yeah I'm fine." Y/n nods as she turns off the lamp. "Good night..." she says, dragging the words. He shrugged it off, thinking she was tired. He kisses her forehead as he lays down, facing the other way, drifting to sleep.

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   Quackity was awoken by seeing that he was tired to the bed, he looked to the side of him to see that y/n wasn't there. "Y/n/n? Babe?" He asked, freaked out. "I didn't really think you were the kinky type but-" he was cut off short as he sees y/n walking into the room, holding a knife, a bat, as well as some iron boots, and a torch. She smiles, Cheshire like, as she sits down, straddling him. He looks at her, terrified as she takes the bat, taking it up, and attempting to swing it at his head.

   He screams, catching the bat fighting with y/n for the sake of his own head. She growls *grrrr bark bark grrr arf* as she yells for him to stop grabbing it. He loses grip, as he flinched, soon fading into darkness.

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   He wakes up again, only to be found sitting, tied to the couch, he struggles, trying to get out of the ropes as y/n grabs him and pushes him down, grabbing the knife. Quackity squirms in pain as he sees at both his knees are beaten, his arms bruised. "Take a look at yourself, poor little Alex." She shoves a mirror in his face, and he sees that his face is bruised, and bleeding. "What the fuck are you doing, you are psycho! HELP!" He cries, while y/n laughs as she punches him, only to shut him up.

   "I'm not done with you." She says, holding the knife in her hand, holding it up to his throat. "Make one noice, and I'll fucking beat you."

   He nods, tears streaming down his face, his cuts stinging. Y/n slits his wrists, not on the veins though, she will wait to do that. Let him suffer more. She grabs the iron boots, placing them on the fire of the torch, soon becoming burning hot. "Y/n, what are you doing- NO! STOP! STOP IT!" He yells as y/n cuts him off by sliding the burning iron shoes on his feet. "I want you to dance." Y/n says, smirking evilly. She unties quackity, hearing his cries and pleads, and standing him up. He screams, legs shaking, trying to get out of the burning hot shoes. She takes ahold of his hands, turning up mellohi.

"Cmon... dance with me."

A/n:
Lol
I'm prob going to watch fear street 2 and 3 again since i rewatched the first one last night
Also I might make my friend read this
So if you are seeing this hi catie
How did y'all like the torture
Cause I liked it
It was pretty fun
Anyway cya