No! Y/N!
The battle field was bloody, and the bodies littered the ground. All canon lives taken, half the smp lay dead, and the rest stood. Expect one. Quackity was sobbing, over the dead body of his only remaining relative..Y/N. Y/N’s chest was stained with blood. A dagger stuck fast in the heart of Y/N, with the trademark symbol of a smiley face. Dream. He would pay. Quackity would go to any cost to get revenge. To get Y/N back. For even the strongest rulers are brought down by the thing they love most.
Y/N muttered something. Quackity was dumbfounded.
“Y/N!? What is it!? Can you hear me!?”
“I’m going to miss you brother..”
The steady beat of Y/N’s heart slowed and stopped.
It was time for revenge The blade of Quackity’s axe was slug across his shoulder. He marched with a steady rhythm. Towards revenge. Towards George.
A droplet of blood trickled from George’s neck.
“Quackity..please?”
“No. We are going to press this dagger further into your neck until your boyfriend comes and saves you.”
Dream marches through the doorway.
“Stop. NOW”
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Revenge of Y/n
Fanfiction!!!THIS IS DARK!!! Trigger warning!! Mention of: Blood Murder violence if you don't like this stuff or it triggers you please don't read!!
