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CHAPTER 13: YOU'RE FALLING APART.
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WARNING: mention of blood.
QUACKITY'S STEPS ECHOED AS HIS IRISES STUDY THE PRISON WALLS, bunidoll following behind with a lingering feeling of suffocating tension. it has followed them throughout yesterday, ever since they last spoke to slimecicleㅡ their chest lay heavy with gloom.
why am i so nervous the ravenette ponders, peering up at the torture device used on dream. quackity holds it with ease as if the very weapon he has wrapped around his hand has not been bled on. although they weren't there to witness the hell dream had to endure, its blade reflected the burning color of lava with dried blood chipping at the edges, scintillatingㅡ that alone makes bunidoll feel uneasy.
"whatever happens, you do not interrupt." quackity says, narrowing his eyes at the warden who guides them down the narrow hallway towards pandora's box, where dream and technoblade reside for months long. "of course. i'll be watching your back" sam replies.
"bunidoll?"
"huh?" they look up, having been too dazed in their own thoughts that whatever conversation exchanged between the two was nothing but white noise. bunidoll alternates their orbs between the two with a blank look, pressing their lips together before deciding to just nod their head.
quackity sighs, placing the device in his pockets as he turns around towards bunidoll. "hey. i know you're close with the both of themㅡ honestly, quite concerning and stupid of you. but, i'm sorry. this is what has to be done. please," he presses his forehead against theirs, "do not do anything stupid, mi amor."
sam hovers his hand above the lever, feeling out of place in such a situation. he doesn't know what's been happening between them, but with the past few days, it's evident enough of how they've recently gotten closer. the warden then flinches at the sound of a bell ringing, letting out an annoyed grunt to be reminded of his prisoner's daily shenanigans.
