where foolish wasn't invited to Las Nevadas yet, bcs timeline go bbrrr
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BONUS SPECIAL: THE RED BANQUET
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BUNIDOLL SKIPS TOWARDS HIS OFFICE, PUSHING OPEN THE DOOR SLIGHTLY TO PEAK IN. quackity had his chair swiveled in a way where the back is facing the entrance of the room, glancing out the big windows that showed the ever growing Las Nevadas. he fails to hear the closing of the office doors and the footsteps that followed after.
"quackityyy" they trail, covering his eyes with their hands. the male lowly chuckles, he engulfs their hands into his and started to trace circles onto their palm as he looked up.
"hello, mi amor"
the ravenette giggles softly, finding her way into his lap with no other words. they always found comfort in being able to be close to quackity, their mood changing for the better. maybe it was because of this 'curse' of hers, she likes to say, or maybe... these are just genuine emotions she fails to understand.
"had fun outside?"
bunidoll hums, leaning onto his chest with their eyes closed. she listened to the gentle thumps of his heart, breathing along with a soft sigh of the lips. "i was given this," they show him a red invitation card, with a clear seal on who it came from.
a growing displeased expression drowns out his smile, opening the card from a cult he strongly dislikes. in summary of the letter, it says that the Eggpire was trying to start up new a league, a fresh start to come into good terms with the people of the DreamSMPㅡ by holding a banquet with invitations sent to many. quackity wanted to scoff, tear the card apart and toss it at a trash bin. no formal letter of theirs can fool him, he can taste the poison behind every word; unimpressed with how they couldn't even hide the subtle hints of malicious intent.
he looks down at the ravenette who was reading the letter themselves, before looking down, into a headspace that no one will ever know about.
