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∝╬══→ tw: manipulation, mentions of abuse.
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LOCATION LAS NEVADAS, THE DREAM SMP.
"you need to get me their nukes."
IT TOOK YOU A GRAND MOMENT to process quackity's words. once everything clicked in your head, you shook yourself out of what you thought was a trance or an audio hallucination from being lightheaded under all the lights of the casino. "w-what?" you stammered out. "you know snowchester, the little fucking snowy igloo town and faction tubbo created. yeah well he's working with someone to develop nukes. don't know who. don't care. i'm just concerned with the nukes themselves. don't you think it poses a safety threat?"
"well um... technically, wouldn't it be a threat to everyone else to have it in your hands too?" you questioned slowly. those words definitely triggered something in quackity as you watched him briskly get up and throw his whole office chair behind him, hitting the window in the back and leaving a huge crack in it. you flinched at this action, seeing quackity huff and puff out of immense rage at such criticism. he began to go on a tangent about the dream smp's history, and how he watched all the politics crumble into what it is now.
he mentioned a bunch of names you recognized: dream, sam, george, king, wilbur, tommy, tubbo, ranboo, fundy, puffy, techno, bad, skeppy—all you presumed were replicants that resided here. all of them he accused of doing so many wrong doings, spewing out the awful truth of how cruel human beings can become in their acts of selfishness. he was talking in such an angrily passionate tone, easily gaining and keeping your attention despite him snapping. he paced around the room, gestured grandly in the air, asked questions that put your morals on the line—it was insane but you were hooked to your seat, scared to get up and interrupt.
you've never seen a human being ramble on so passionately, not caring that sweat beads were building up and soaking into his button-up, nor the fact that he could possibly use his voice up after all of this defamation and morality conversations. especially to see this come from quackity- well.. not the quackity you knew but still, a replicant of him that talked and acted way too closely like him—just with a touch of clinical insanity during this experience of him talking and talking without ever skipping a beat, giving you every single detail of political and emotional abuse in every person's actions that king didn't bother to run through. it was so heated that at some points, you could see how hurt he was by everyone's actions and how those actions shaped him.
