My Biggest Mistake (DreamSMP)

What Is Happiness?

'Do it, Wilbur.'

Quackity is walking in circles around me, like a predator with his prey. I can only focus on my throbbing head and blurry vision, still trying to process the last hit to my head.

'You know you want to.' He suddenly whispers in my ear, making me flinch.

'I- I can't' My shrill voice once again reveals too much. Yes, I'm fucking terrified, but I don't want to give him that pleasure.

The old lady in front of me is shivering. I can't hurt someone, I won't.

I'm startled when he yells 'DO IT!', making me lose balance and fall to my knees.

I try to hold back my tears as he picks me up by my hair, dragging me into the corner.
He crouches down to me. 'I'm going to tell you one last time, Wilbur. Do it, or face the consequences.' His emotionless tone makes me shiver.

I stare at the ground, unable to talk or stand up or do anything at all. Frozen in time, wishing to stay here forever.

'Fine then.' He takes a knife out of his pocket, 'If you won't listen, I'll make you.' His smile makes me nauseous.

He yanks my right hand towards him, almost making my arm dislocate, and holds it firmly.

I cry, plead and scream, to no avail.

One,

Two,

Three cuts, running across my hand.

Four,

Five,

Six, in between my fingers.

Seven,

Eight,

Nine, under my nails.

He finally lets go, I hold my hand to my chest. My ears are ringing from my own screams.

The worst pain he inflicts on me isn't the punches or kicks, it's the tiny cuts running all over my hands, making my every movement burn.

As a tear rolls down my cheek and falls on my hand, he drags me back to the middle of the room.
He drops me in front of the old lady, chained to the ground.

'Now for the fourth time, Wilbur, just fucking do it.'

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The first thing I notice as I slowly open my eyes, is the clear air. Every breath feels more refreshing. I hear birds chirping, am I outside?

The second thing I notice, is the clean room I'm in. I'm laying in soft blankets, too soft, it's itchy.

I put my hands on the mattress and push myself up. I hiss from the stinging cuts on my hands. They seem to be healing quite quickly, although a few on my left hand might be infected.

I don't like being in a new environment, unexpected things have always made me on edge. Or actually, they haven't always. Ever since Quackity took me from my home I don't like unexpected things.

I hurry out of the bed, falling to my knees right after. I notice my ankle is swollen, I can't focus on that right now though, I have to get out of here.

I try to open the door, expecting it to be locked, but being gladly surprised to see it open.

A long, dark hallway is waiting in front of me. At the end of the hallway is a staircase, when's the last time I've seen one of those? The prison mostly has strongly secured elevators with only one or two staircases.