Deja Vu | c!Quackity x Reader

five

Time flew by and the beautiful sun slowly disappeared in the eternity of darkness.

It had been hours, ages, almost decades since Quackity left Las Nevadas without even saying where he went or what he planned on doing. He just left you and your thoughts all by yourself.

Wilbur Soot has been back and he would sure not play nice and politely.

There had been a time in your life, a little period, where you wished for nothing else, but him to come back. Seeing him getting killed by his own father without him actually fighting back left you so many questions, but no answers. You never got to know why all of that happened. You were just left in the dark, trying to live with the tragedy that has happened while everyone around you moved on.

Well, they pretended they did, but deep down they knew they didn't and that they could never. It all just happened too much and too fast, no one got the time to sit down and think about it. All of you were just victims, victims of the same culprit.

God, what a fucking day.

As soon as the sun was gone, the streets of Las Nevadas were filled with people enjoying themselves, not caring about anything, but their own amusement. So many people, but none of them were Quackity. He had been gone for so fucking long and you were slowly starting to lose your patience.

The questions in your head really wanted an answer after the pleasure of meeting your old dead lover, well no alive, again, but with the president of this nation being gone, even more started to create themselves.

Where the fuck was he?

After Tommy and Wilbur left, you didn't go back to your hotel room. You waited for Quackity to come back right in front of the needle. Slime had been with you most of the time since his boss wasn't there and you actually found out a lot about him and this country.

Slime was Quackity's first man, something like his right hand. He usually would always be with him, no matter where he went, but Slime said that this wasn't the first time when Quackity told him he'd go alone. This happened a few times before and no one really wondered where he was.

Well, apart from that. Apparently, Slime was a piece of goop that has found its way from the very core inside the earth to the surface. He was probably more than a thousand years old and he had 300 bones.

You didn't know why he told you that, but seemed like he was very fascinated of them.

Hours passed, you and Slime still sat at one of the lunch places that stood in front of the needle. It got really late and you could feel yourself getting crazy. You couldn't continue sitting there anymore. You swore to yourself that if he didn't come within the next ten minutes, you'd go and look for him.

Impatiently, you wagged your foot up and down while you crossed one leg above the other. You also rested your head on your arms and sighed annoyed. You didn't even notice that Slime has been staring at you in total silence, probably for the last two hours, but even if you did, you wouldn't have cared. "Say.. Y/n from L'Manberg..", he asked, still having his eyes on you.
"Yes?"
"Why don't you like Wilbur from L'Manberg anymore? You used to be very good friends with him! I can remember you two screaming and putting your mouths together. Why not anymore?"

Woah, woah, woah, woah. What?

How did he know that? He wasn't there when you did it with him back then... Was he?

Totally confused, you looked back at the slime man and rose your head.
"How do you know that?"
"I saw it!"
"How? You weren't even alive at that time!"
"I was! I'm more than a thousand year old goop of slime, Y/n from L'Manberg! But tell me, why don't you like Wilbur from L'Manberg anymore?", he asked again, smiling goofy at you and being way too excited for your answer.