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Duck for the blood god pt2

Ahahaha fuck yall you will never get rid of me happy April first!

No TWs I think but notify me if there are any.

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Techno entered the room, a cart rolling in front of him with food on the top and a bucket on the bottom. The two males on the couch perked up, eyes focused on the food. Quackity made a small quacking sound. He was hungry. Was this a form of torture? Punishment for trying to kill Techno? Surely, because why would they not punish him? He is completely unprotected, and those are the two strongest players on the server. And Tommy is also there for some reason. Surely the kid will sneak in food later, right? They already spawn trapped him by making him sleep on the beddings, they could definitely starve him to death.

Oh god author wishes to write it so badly.

But again, he tried to kill his older brother. Tommy must hate him, which is not a great option, seeing that he is in, quite literally, in the lion's den. Or, well, in the pig's den truly.

The click of the lock made him focus on the present, the pinkett entering the space he was held captive in. Techno lowered the plate he was holding with the generous amounts of fruits and vegetables displayed on it.

"I know avians don't really eat meat, so here. I have some apple slices, sweet berries, some potatoes and carrots, both baked, I have honey and maple syrup if you like them sweet, and also some tomatoes and pepper. I can also get you oranges or a banana if you want something more exotic." Upon receiving a confused stare, he sighed.
"Look I take good care of my pets okay? And now you are one too, that means I will take care of you too." The deep and gravely voice made the situation a lot scarier. It wasn't the first time someone called Quackity a pet, but that time it only promised harsh punishment and endless hours of work.

Schlatt did a hella lot of damage while he was alive. Author takes note.

Even though author hates Quackity.

"So eat." Techno tossed the plate to the many many blankets that covered the floor, before turning away.
"And make a nest, I know you want to." He added before he exited the room, locking the door after him, and joining the two others in the living room.

Tommy was currently washing his berries in the bucket, eating the ones he deemed good enough. Dream snacked on some baked potatoes, while he kept the conversation between him and the younger. Techno looked at the two while biting a chunk out of his baked beef.

Quackity grabbed an apple slice, slowly eating it while he started rearranging the soft pillows and blankets on the floor to make a nest. Ducks usually nest on the ground, so he didn't do much, just rearranging the blankets, while three pair of eyes tracked his movements.

"Do you think this is a great idea?" Tommy asked, eyes not tearing from his friend behind the glass.

"Well, after Schlatt I think he needs a break. And Techno... Well, Techno might be able to give him that." Dream looked at his best friend, who shrugged, seemingly uncaring for the situation.

"I think this will be a great experience. I'm good at turning people into a better version of themself." The pinkett said, glancing at Dream before taking a bite from his food.

"Damn right. Without you, Dream would definitely kill me." Tommy said, leaning against his former tormentor.

It was a long and tricky road. Dream was closed off and traumatised, with a horrible coping mechanism, and self-care methods. One day, just after Tommy escaped, he collapsed from exhaustion. That was the day Techno decided that enough is enough and didn't let the blond leave. Tommy was wary at first, but after the piglin's many, many group therapy sessions, the two started warming up to each other.

Quackity wasn't the same man Tommy knew at the beginning. But he knew now, that even the worst people could be changed, and he hoped this applies to everyone. It would have been so neat if everyone on the server got some from Techno's therapy sessions.

But Techno can't adopt every single member as a pet...

Tommy paled and stared at his older brother who was calmly conversing with Dream.

Right?

Good day mistlings!