Sam eyed Quackity with concern as they left the prison. He'd been unusually quiet, especially for him. His eyes had a dazed, glassy look. If he didn't know better, he would have thought Quackity was high.
His shirt was sweaty and crumpled. It was missing the top two buttons, falling open to reveal bloody scratch marks on his chest, red speckling the white fabric. Quackity had assured him that the prisoner had only managed to scratch him, nothing else, and that he could handle himself.
Still, Sam insisted Quackity wear armor for the next interrogation. It was better than monitoring them himself. Sam had agreed to let Quackity question Dream, but he didn't want to hear or see any of it.
Finally, they emerged into the nighttime. "Same time tomorrow?" asked Quackity.
"Yeah," Sam said. "Hey, are you OK?"
"What? Oh, yeah," Quackity said. He grinned. "I'm great."
"Did he tell you anything?"
"No, not today," Quackity said, but he didn't sound upset. "It might take me a while to get through to him. Can I bring some of my own items in next time? I have some...ideas."
"Um...sure," Sam said. Quackity scared him sometimes. "See you tomorrow, Quackity."
"See you tomorrow."
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Fanfiction"But listen, I have something you want. And you have something I want." Despite the fact that he was the one with the weapon, Quackity felt very exposed as Dream's eyes raked up and down his body. "Wouldn't I have more incentive to tell you the trut...
