Poplar St. (OFFICIAL WATTPAD UPLOAD)

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"Hey there," Quackity murmured, tiptoeing into the stable and gently stroking Ossium's nose.

The skeleton horse chuffed, swishing his bony tail.

"Yeah, yeah," Quackity grumbled. He double-checked his armor—which was solid diamond reinforced with enchantments—and his axe, both of which he'd stolen from Phil's weapons stash. He'd waited until later in the day to leave and visit Dream again, when the immortal avian had gone out foraging with Tubbo.

Strangely, Techno's horse was missing. The brown stallion's stall was empty, and must've been for a while.

Quackity frowned.

He saddled Ossium, gently patting his neck bones as he led the skeleton horse out of the stable, and then started riding south for Pandora's Vault.

The sun was low in the sky, and it would begin to set in maybe an hour or two.

Quackity took a deep breath, steeling his nerves and focusing on the rhythmic clicking of Ossium's bones and the clopping of his hooves.

Why would the Revive Book have anything about him in it?

Recently, Dream had been slowly starting to crack under pressure, and Quackity had learned exactly three things about the book.

Number one, it was ancient.

Number two, Schlatt gave it to him.

Number three, the power it held could bring entire nations to their knees.

Dream had claimed a few visits ago that he'd burned the book, but Quackity knew he was lying to try and get him to leave him alone.

He'd been lied to so many times before. Quackity knew how to spot them, and strangely enough, Schlatt seemed to be telling the truth. Quackity knew Schlatt's tells, the little gestures and tone shifts that showed when he was backed into a corner, and if he was right about the book having information that Quackity had been in the dark about since...

He shuddered.

Quackity had grown up an orphan in a small, coastal village in the northern fjords, and the villagers who'd raised him were close with a local clan of Merlopians—a species of humanoid octopus-like creature—who lived underwater in the nearby bay. He'd felt comfortable there by the sea, raised by an elderly villager couple, and his childhood had been relatively uneventful.

Well, except for one thing.

He had no memory whatsoever of anything before the age of seven.

For years, Quackity had chalked it up to retrograde amnesia—the villagers had told him that he'd been found washed up on the rocky beach after a particularly violent winter storm and suspected he was a victim of a shipwreck—but whenever he'd thought about it too long, he'd get the weirdest headache until he stopped and distracted himself. He'd tried asking his foster parents about it, but they hadn't known anything.

And then they'd both died of old age when he was seventeen, and in a haze of grief Quackity had wandered southeast and into the lands of the SMP, and the rest was history.

And now...

Well, as much as Quackity hated Schlatt, his curiosity was burning.

Plus, if he had that kind of power, he could stop the fighting here. He could use the Revive Book to make things better for everyone.

And he wanted to know about his parents, too. He'd been dying from curiosity throughout his entire childhood, never satisfied by the answers the villagers had given him.