Friends with a Spy (Dream SMP Fanfic)

Chapter 2

(Hello guys, gals, and nonbinary pals! I'm glad to announce the finishing of this chapter and book! This would've been out sooner, but the current lore had an effect on us all, right? (This was written in like Early December lol) Anyways, enjoy the story!)

(P.S. Some of these parts are my headcanons.)

While the two men prepared to see their long lost lover Quackity, the man was watching Slimecicle play with the slotting machine. He smiled widely as the machine would light up, then determine the outcome.

The slots began to slow. Fruits began to ignite themselves in colorful LEDs that could almost compare to when Wilbur blew up an entire nation.

[ Cherry | Cherry | Cherry ]

Jackpot! Diamonds spilled from the outcome slot that linked to the luck of its consumers and their greed. Charlie absorbed the bright, colorful rocks and put them into his back pocket.

"Well done, Charlie." Quackity smiled softly while emerging from the cover of the shadows, clapping his hand with encouragement as he used to do with his son.

Quackity approached Slimecicle and ruffled his slime hair in approval. But unfortunately, he got his hand stuck in his head.

"Oops! Sorry Quackity from Las Nevadas!" Slimecicle apologized, leaning down and sensibly removing the yellow-winged mans' hand from his goo shaped head.

Quackity rolled his eye playfully, adjusting the other that contained one of his signature chips, courtesy of the casino of course.

Anyways, Quackity took the slime upstairs to the main area before he saw one of his most recent recruits, Purpled. Purpled was a teenager ready to succeed, aware in business majors and the state of affairs with the server. He was fair, but most importantly, morally gray.

That's what Quackity needed, someone who wouldn't turn on him or resort to their beliefs as an excuse to leave him. It's happened too many times to count.

"Good evening, Purpled. Did you find a client who could pay you fair amount?" He questioned with his massacred grin from the pickaxe he took to the face. Adjusting his red tie, Purpled nodded with a smirk.

"Yeah, actually. Quite interesting really. I think their name was.. Tommy?" Purpled struggled to recall, but Quackity froze.

"Tommy, you say?" Quackity rose his right eyebrow as he adjusted his mullet that spilled out of the back of his beanie.

"Yep, even offered me a stack of netherite." Purpled physically nodded with a proud grin.

Quackity went wide-eyed, only to nod with overwhelming cheer for his novice business person that seemingly came from Outer Space.

"Excellent, Purpled!" Quackity clasped his hands with encouragement for the teenager. "What'd he ask for you to do? Go to the prison? Burn George's house?" Alex went on, only for Purpled to shush him.

"Nope, he wants us to bring back some phantom named Ghostbur." Quackity blinked, of course! The current Wilbur was not one Tommy used to know as a brother, Ghostbur was the only one who really visited him in Exile.

Poor kid. He's gone through too much. He deserves so much better. Even Quackity, the monster of a casino could be sympathetic towards him.

(I am a C!Tommy apologist 😍🥰)

Suddenly, two men were accompanied by Sam as he called for the encounter of Quackity.

"Alex, you have someone who wishes to visit you!" Sam yelled across the hall, causing the winged man to end the conversation on a high note to only sprint towards him. Slime followed pursuit.