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A Past I Can't Unlearn - Quackity, Slimecicle

A conversation between Quackity and Slimecicle.

This is a part of my hc that dsmp!Quackity is an aged version of k!Quackity who has escaped Karmaland and joined the Dream SMP to start a new life, and that dsmp!Slimecicle is an aged version of Slimecicle from the SCU.

"Why do you always walk looking down, Quackity from Las Nevadas?" Slimecicle asked as he bounced alongside his friend.

"You haven't seen what I've seen," the duck-hybrid answered. "You haven't felt true fear, you haven't felt the knife in your back or the mine under your feet or the..." his cynical voice grew louder before trailing off. Slimecicle didn't understand.

"Where can I feel the knife in my back, Quackity from Las Nevadas?"

"You don't want to feel it, Slime." Quackity shook his head. "And I told you to stop calling me that."

"Where are you from if you're not from Las Nevadas?" Slimecicle asked, a puzzled look on his face. "I think I'm from somewhere in a rock. But sometimes, I dream that I'm from a floating island."

Silence filled the air. Quackity pondered this question for a moment before forcing himself back into the present. "I don't remember where I'm from, Slime. I only know where I've been, and where I'm going."

"Where have you been?"

"I've been lots of places, Slime. There's this one place, one I don't tell anyone about. But I think I can tell you. You wouldn't understand it. Before I came to this server, to Dream SMP." Quackity seemed to think again before continuing, "I spent some time in a place called Karmaland."

"Karmaland?" Echoed Slimecicle.

"Karmaland. It was another server, not like this one. There was a lot... more there. A lot more spirit, a lot more options, a lot more..." Quackity paused. "A lot more trickery. Not like here. Not like what I do at the casino. What we do here is justified, Slime. It's their own stupid decisions that make them lose their diamonds. What we do isn't the same."

"What we do isn't the same!" Slimecicle nodded.

"Back in Karmaland, you couldn't walk two blocks without getting your legs blown off. Them and their putas minas. They had mines, Slime. They had mines! You didn't even stand a chance in full netherite. And the people using them, the people placing those mines -- they were your friends."

"Friends?" Slimecicle's face fell. "Friends don't put mines."

"Wait. How do you know what a..." Quackity looked at Slimecicle with a mix of confusion and worry. "Do you know what a mine is?"

Slimecicle seemed to be lost in thought before jumping up and responding, "Purpled from UFO goes mining every week! I see him leave his cottage in the mornings."

"Right," sighed Quackity. "Not that kind of mine. Anyway, there was this friend of mine, Luzu."

Slimecicle was lost in thought again. Quackity continued regardless, barely noticing as he walked past the central fountain.

"Luzu was the only one I could really confide in. He warned me, you know. The first day, he told me to watch out. But Rubius had to make his message clear. If they could see me now. I told them I was going to build an Oxxo. Instead I built a puto casino."

"Puto casino," Slimecicle echoed.

Quackity laughed. "Slime, no! We don't say that here."

"Me vale madre," Slimecicle whispered, and Quackity stopped in his tracks. Whatever this slime had seen in his life, he couldn't have just been sitting underground. Quackity was beginning to wonder if Slime's stories about faraway lands and floating islands might have a bit of truth to them.