𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘

Chapter Nine: Meeting Again

Meanwhile, Quackity had taken his group of employees and brought them to the aforementioned Las Nevadas, in order to explain where they had stood and their positions at the casino. Monty wasn't able to come with him, due to Waylon finding a mysterious stack of letters at his home, addressed to him, depicting a detailed description of Monty's feelings towards him. Quackity hoped that all went well between them; he thought they would make a great couple.

At the moment, he was bringing the villains out of his secret evil lair, where he had shown them what had happened during their kidnapping plan.

"...and they ended up getting away." he finished. "It was a shame, to be honest, but I don't blame you in the slightest, Ballora. They're tricky bastards."

"Thank you, Quackity." Ballora replied. "I promise not to fail you again."

"Wonderful." Quackity grinned, before moving over to the bar near the entrance. "Both you and Comet were bartenders that day as well. I know how much you've wanted to work in this position, so I decided to promote you."

"Is the position still available?" Ballora asked excitedly.

"I currently have two men on hand, Vision and White, but I suspect that they've been working with Wonder and her gang. You and Comet can take their place when I fire them." Quackity told her, and she cheered.

Their joy was short-lived, however. All of a sudden, a crash filled the air, and shards of broken glass flew everywhere, causing the villains to duck behind the bar counter, in order to avoid getting hit. Me and my comrades swooped in, drawing our weapons as we entered. I pulled my sword from its sheath, along with Technoblade. JD and Glitch drew their guns, while electricity crackled in the eyes of Thor.

"The jig is up, Quackity!" I shouted. "We have a bomb, and we're ready to negotiate with you by means of war!"

"A bomb, eh?" Quackity asked, emerging from behind the bar, cocking his head to the side. "I've known you for a long time, Wonder, and-"

"It hasn't even been two weeks since you stole our Fre Shavoca Do." I corrected.

"That's besides the point!" he snapped. "I know you and your friends wouldn't dare to activate the bomb inside the casino. You don't know the blast radius of it, nor the time it takes for it to be set off."

"How did you know that?" I asked in shock.

"Wait, I was right?" Quackity looked astonished at himself. "I just took a wild guess, expecting you to know everything about the bomb. Well, I guess that makes things easier."

A sinister smile grew on Quackity's face as he realized that he had an advantage over us.

"Where's your shadow?" Glitch inquired.

"Monty's off doing some...personal errands." Quackity explained. "He will truly miss seeing us defeat you all at last."

"Us?" Thor repeated. Quackity nodded, motioning with his hand to someone behind the bar.

As one, five familiar faces rose from behind the counter, glaring at us with malice and contempt. We all gasped, taking a step backwards, as we recognized all of them as people that we never thought we'd see again. Only one of them was unfamiliar to me; he wore an old, rotting, green fursuit of a rabbit, which had an ear missing and several tears along the fabric of the suit. But the rest I easily recognized as Comet, the bartender who Glitch had so avidly watched, Squidward, the one who had become a yandere for Glitch, Mabel, the child, and Ballora, who glared at me as if the rest of my friends didn't exist. I felt as though she had me rooted to the spot, unable to move or tear my eyes away from her, though her gaze felt as though it was drilling through my head with the sheer amount of rage it held. Alas, despite this, I could feel the familiar fireworks explode in my stomach upon seeing her, her beauty once again causing me to forget her intentions towards me.

"H-Holy shit..." I stammered, unable to say much else. Forcing myself to come up with another sentence so that I didn't look like an idiot, I pointed directly at the group, spewing several important questions that had made their way into my brain.

"How the fuck are you all here? What the HELL is going on?!" I shouted, completely forgetting that I knew the answer to that. "Where is Purple Guy? Who's that random dude in the back? And what the fuck did you do with your hair?!"

I nearly screeched that last bit, pointing at Ballora. I had distinctly remembered her wearing her hair in a bun when she was bartending, but it seemed that she had decided to get rid of it. Her long blue hair now flowed past her shoulders, cascading down her back like the waves of an ocean. It took all of my willpower not to simp for her at this moment, especially in front of Technoblade, who, I reminded myself, was my boyfriend.

Most of the anger seemed to dissipate from her expression, and she looked taken aback at my words.

"Wh- What do you mean?" she asked.

"When we fought, you had a bun, but you don't now." I explained. "I mean, don't get me wrong, it's not bad or anything, it's good! Almost too good..." I muttered that last bit, praying no one heard me.

"I've worked with Ballora for many years, and the day of the Battle of Las Nevadas was the only time she's ever done that." Quackity told me. "She wouldn't remember."

"What?"

"They lost their memories of the day they died." Quackity explained. "They wouldn't remember you, or any other moment of that day, by anything other than what I've told them. An unfortunate side effect of the Project."

"Oh..." I said.

"So none of you remember us at all?" JD probed. "For example, Squidward wouldn't remember Glitch?"

Quackity shook his head, and a look of relief spread across JD's face.

"That didn't answer my other questions." I interjected. "Where did Purple Guy go? Did he die in the Project?"

The man in the fursuit raised his hand. "Technically, I'm Purple Guy, but call me Springtrap. I took a bet that went very wrong."

Confusion flooded my system, but I didn't question it. I wanted to fight these idiots and get it over with so that we can go home.

"Alright then..." I said. "Well, now that that's all wrapped up, and I'm over my initial shock at seeing you all again, what do we do now?"

"We fight!" Mable shouted, pulling out a...grappling hook? "You're all jerks! You killed us all!"

"We're here for revenge!" Comet declared. "And we won't stop fighting until we kill those who have killed us!"

"Welp, alright then." I raised my sword, pointing it at the villains, who drew their weapons. "We'll fight you again if we have to. But don't be surprised when it ends the same way it did last time! Minus the peace between myself and Quackity, that is!"

With an angry cry, I rushed at the bad guys, prepared for battle. My friends did the same, raising their weapons high, as the villains charged at us with a burning hatred. With a unanimous clash, the two armies met, swinging weapons and dodging blows. I was in the middle of it all, swinging my sword at whatever and whoever came at me, barely able to distinguish between who was good and who was bad. Determined to find Quackity like I had the last time we fought, I pushed my way through the fray, ducking under fists and swords on my way to find him, before extracting myself from the fight, hoping that Quackity would come to me himself.

I noticed that everyone was basically fighting against all of those on the opposing side, unlike the last battle, where everybody had uniformly found a matching person to fight. As I surveyed the chaos around me, I took notice of a familiar figure approaching an unaware Glitch, a certain lovestruck aura emitting from him. Fright overtook me as I remembered what the Prophecy had said about losing a friend, and I moved forward, about to shout at Glitch to warn them, before movement caught my eye. I turned to see Quackity approaching me, his sword raised, poised for battle. As I moved to face him, I could only pray that Glitch would be safe. The Prophecy was now in full swing, and nothing could stop it from being carried out.