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CHAPTER 15: QUACKITY AND BUNIDOLL
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WARNING: mention of blood, death.
BECAUSE OF RECENT EVENTS, BOTH QUACKITY AND BUNIDOLL ARE UNABLE TO SERVE THEIR DUTIES TO LAS NEVADAS. both of their mental health too battered and bruised to continue with business. foolish and sam do their best to give them the space they need. providing them with anything they ask forㅡ albeit they don't ask for much.
quackity is still stressed about techno and dream. but that did not matter when slimecicle is nothing but a melted mess, resting within a confinement he managed to build alongside sam. he mourns in disbelief that the man he trusted and cared so much about is not even responding to him anymore. everyday he looks up at the sentient being with bags under his eyes, his little glimmer of hope slowly losing its strength to glow.
of course, he's also very much concerned about bunidoll. they haven't spoken to each other since the incident. they don't even know this place exists; where quackity would visit every day and write slimecicle a book, in the hopes of one day... maybe, he'll read it.
bunidoll? just a mess. hair sticking out of random places, eyes red and puffy from constantly crying every day. now, they adorn burn scars all over the lower half of their body from the lava.
they couldn't accept it. the ravenette hasn't stepped foot outside of their room after respawning, unable to face quackity with a proper facade to rid of their sorrow.
bunidoll, devastated about slimecicle, could only imagine... what if it was quackity that died? what if they also fail to save the one they love from dangers like that? they cannot help but prioritize quackity even when someone important cannot wave a smile at them anymore. oh, how useless bunidoll felt.
with a hand pulling down the skin below their eyes, the ravenette feels more fresh tears begin to ball and roll down the tips of their fingers. their reflection in the mirror all shattered and broken when they caused a fitㅡ meaninglessly throwing objects around.
