Ace of Spades [DSMP x Reader] (COMPLETED)

Chapter 19

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Quackity was seething.

"He--he comes into our country, and plants explosives, and oh god Y/n you're hurt--"

Quackity kicked the side of the wall angrily, almost jolting a torch out of its bracket. Purpled stood by a chair, uncertain, one hand gripping his axe and the other digging into the wooden chair backing. You slumped in your own chair, your legs propped up against the table. You were too tired and cold to do anything at the moment. "Can we kill him?" you asked wearily, "It would save a lot of time."

"No, we can't," Quackity said firmly, shaking his head.

"Why?" you challenged.

He paused, glancing rapidly between you and Purpled. "No," he finally said again.

You studied Quackity carefully. There was something going on. Why couldn't you kill Wilbur? Quackity wasn't going to tell you anytime soon, especially not in this mood.

"How many lives is Wilbur on?" you asked.

Quackity raised a single finger. You frowned. "Then why can't we kill him? It's not like he can come back--"

Oh.

Wilbur had been dead, originally. But somehow, some way, he'd been able to return back to life, on one life. You bolted out of your seat, standing up. "Quackity, how is Wilbur alive again?"

Quackity pressed a hand against the table to steady himself. It seemed like all the energy had suddenly been sapped out of his bones, leaving him hollow. "Dream has the revival book."

"What?"

"Dream has the revival book," Quackity repeated.

The revival book. You had heard about it before, and even the mention of it sent a chill through your heart. You thought it had been destroyed--but apparently not.

Purpled grew pale. "Are you sure?" he asked.

Quackity nodded. "I've been visiting him in the prison. He's refused to give me it. With that, he could revive Wilbur at any time, or anyone else he wants. Even Mexican Dream, or Schlatt. You remember Tommy? He revived Tommy too. He could revive anyone who's dead."

You sighed. Now you knew why Quackity looked so drained. Life had suddenly gotten a lot more complicated. "How are we going to keep that asshole out of Las Nevadas then?" you asked.

"I can't say. That would be up to you," Quackity sighed, in a mournful tone.

Alright then. Wilbur could be revived at any time. He could blow up Las Nevadas at any time. What a difficult problem to fix. You'd have to talk to Tubbo about this too, seeing as Ranboo was his husband. Honestly. You buried your face in the folds of your cloak. Maybe if you couldn't see it, it would just disappear.

Quackity glanced down at his watch. "I'm really sorry Y/n, Purpled, but I have to go. I have an important meeting tonight, and I can't be late."

You left the question unsaid, as Quackity exited the room--in a time like this, what could be more important than your own country?

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