While Delusion was standing in his mind and watching memories he has no recollection of, Sam and Quackity were trying to step towards him and stop what was happening.
"SAM, YOU TAKE THE LEFT AND I'LL TRY FROM THE RIGHT, OKAY?" Quackity yelled to Sam.
"OKAY" Replied Sam.
They started inching towards Delusion, the obvious center and cause of the storm. They were pretty scared of what's going to happen next, but decided ending this would be the best.
Sam was able to move a little faster than Quackity since he's bigger, so he got near Delusion first.
"SAM, CAN YOU REACH HIM?" Shouted Quackity.
"YEAH, I THINK SO."
"WELL RESTRAIN HIM, KNOCK HIM OUT!"
"I'LL TRY."
With one struggling step after another, Sam went up to Delusion. It was obvious how he was in pain, as the black tears spilled out and his skin cracked and dissipated into the swirling typhoon of energy around him.
And despite everything, all the times Sam had turned a blind eye to the screams of his former friend, all the times he had let Quackity bring weapons into the cell and torture Dream, he felt... bad.
This was... his friend. He was back as the boy who always smiled, ran through the forests with them, opened them up to this world and gave them something.
What happened?
But it was no time for reminiscent thoughts as the stability of everything was at stake, so Sam blinked twice, focused, and lunged at the crying ghost.
Swoosh!
With a quick swing to the back of Delusion's neck, the ghost gasped and rolled back his eyes as he began to fall.
The storm suddenly exploded, causing Sam to get pushed back and Quackity to fall over and hit the hallway wall.
And as Quackity was groaning about the pain, Sam rushed over to Delusion, who had collapsed onto the ground.
He picked him up and examined his condition.
The black liquid that was coming out of Delusion's eyes had stopped, but the tear streaks could still be seen, stuck to his face.
Delusion's face had also stopped cracking, but the parts that had already dispersed were now painful, bleeding wounds.
He himself was unconscious, which was probably a good thing considering how wounded he was, but there was no way to know when he will wake up.
Sam sighed in relief seeing how Delusion didn't seem too hurt, and after taking off his cape and carefully placing Delusion on it, he turned to Quackity.
"Quackity, what the HELL!?" He screamed, clearly very mad at him.
"What? Are you saying it's MY fault he went crazy?" Quackity questioned, offended by the accusation.
"Yeah, why else would that have happened if YOU didn't just blatantly tell him about everything? And I know you did it on purpose to get a reaction out of him." Sam said angrily.
"He was bound to find out eventually. Besides, at least he's knocked out now, and we'll just have to make sure that doesn't happen again. Treat it... as a test." Quackity nonchalantly replied, putting it off as "no big deal".
"You- hah..." Sam sighed, too stressed to deal with this. "Whatever, we need to get him to a house and treat his wounds. Come on, help me carry him."
"You want me to go near him again?" Quackity began to argue, but seeing Sam's expression, he begrudgingly complied. "Fine, who cares."
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Finally, Free
FanfictionOn the dark obsidian floor lied a man. He's quite famous, actually, known as the biggest, baddest villain on the entire SMP. So bad were his crimes that he is now contained in a small, black room that doesn't even fit to be called a prison. He hasn'...
