blood moon ; dsmp x reader

𓁹 rejoining society

Sorry for my absence and complete lack of posting— motivation comes rarely and when it does I don't get much done. So in advance, apologies for the short chapter. But enjoy your time gambling:]

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The two approached the building, the top out of sight. Quackity had gifted Y/N a black dress, the hem sitting just above the knees. When he had handed it to her back at Techno's they couldn't help but cringe, it was boring and basic, it made sense for the way Quackity normally dressed.

They had found a corset, one Techno had given her for her 17th birthday. Although it wasn't originally meant for this, it had been meant to match with Techno. With the corset the outfit seemed better, but not best.

Quackity looked different, and in a completely good way. He was fully clothed for once, dressed in a black suit, pale blue dress shirt and although he had done well with the rest of the outfit, he was wearing a pair of black and white converse. A Quackity special as he called it.

Where Quackity had gotten the suit, she couldn't even begin to imagine.

His demeanor had shifted, it was easily sensible. The man they had met earlier was happy-go-lucky and ready to joke with anyone about anything. The moment he had changed into the suit, he became a businessman, ready to lash out at anyone who disrespected him. He reminded them of a mob boss.

' 'A friend should be here soon, you'll like him.' ' His tone became blunt, it was a little off-putting. Quackity turned, his eyes skimmed around her, for approaching was a man. Y/N whipped around, still having their quick reflexes and defensiveness.

' 'Uh oh, Quackity she's kinda hot.' ' The man who spoke was pasty, looking to be half alive. They'd seen many different types of humans at this point in time but this one seemed to be ghostly, similar to Ghostbur.

' 'Shut up, if you came here to hit on people I've no business with you, pasty bitch.' 'The man's eyes widened a little, appearing to be taken aback by Quackity's abrasiveness. Y/N bit back a snort, closing their eyes to muffle their facial expressions.

' 'Fine, they're not hot.' ' Quackity gave no reaction, instead just turned to face the doors of the casino. He began to stride forwards, one foot placed in front of the other, his walk-in rhythm and perfect tempo. As he made his way to the door he placed a delicate hand against the brass handle, just as the door clicked a familiar voice called out.

' 'Quackity! How dare you, trying to go inside before them shame on you.' ' A man with fluffy brown hair and a slightly noticeable Texan accent who appeared to be just a tad taller than Quackity had approached the group. Schlatt groaned, he looked towards Y/N who happened to be excited, rolling his eyes as he headed for the casino just to stand in the lobby.

' 'Sapnap, didn't realize I had invited you,' ' with a deadpan expression and narrowed eyes Quackity raised his chin to look directly at Sapnap's face. The taller of the two grinned, he blew into Quackity's eyes hoping to rid his friend of his façade, he did not blink but anger burned at the pit of his stomach. In an attempt to keep his cool front in front of Y/N he turned back towards the casino and entered.

Sapnap had waited till Quackity had left, then he walked up to Y/N, hands in his pockets in a very desperate attempt to look at what they had heard from these men who had called themselves "pog" and "swag" terms they didn't quite understand. His sly grin softened into a more genuine one, holding an arm out in an arch shape waiting for Y/N to loop their arm through his. When they did he started for the casino, just as the other two men had done.

' 'May I ask what your name is?' ' He looked over to them, their eyes focused on the brass entrance.

' 'Sapnap, or- well you can call me Nick as well. Your choice.' ' They nodded, hesitated a moment, and wondered if he had already known them.