Can't catch me, can't kill me

Deaths door

    "Dammit!" Quackity kicked over a broken shield, "you fucking knew didn't you!" He pointed his sickle at Foolish, who had his arms folded, a blank expression on his face as he stated at Quackity.

    "even if I did, I would've done exactly what I have" He closed his eyes, "leave the scene"

     George grabbed onto Dreams arm with his own, they were crouched down behind an array of bushes, watching Quackitys outrage. "Well this is just great! That fucking ungrateful piece of shit! I saved his life!"

"spared" Foolish corrected.

Quackity rolled his eyes, "you shut the fuck up, you were just as tricked as I was!"

"yes, but I fail to act like a toddler having a tantrum, be an adult and face the situation without wining. If you haven't noticed, it gives me a headache." Foolish closed his eyes.

George raised his eyebrows, "Dream" he whispered, Dream looking over at him. "Someone's here.. no.. two people.. I can hear them" he squeezed Dreams arm tighter, he could hear their footsteps. He looked up at Quackity and Foolish, who were looking opposite of George and Dream. Through the bushes, two people walked out. One had short brown hair and bright green eyes that looked both nervous and hesitant. The other, had dark black hair and jet black eyes. The one with the brown hair was holding onto the other ones arm, quite like how George was holding onto Dreams.

"Quackity" the one with black hair stated.

Quackity eyes the two, holding his weapon tightly, "Zak" he stated, "what might I do for you?" Quackity asked. George recognized him now, the one with the brown hair, his name was Bad. And the other one, he came from district five, Zak. Zak nudged Bad, who nervously stepped forward, letting go of Zak as he dug in his pocket, and pulled out a paper. He handed it to Quackity, who snatched it from his hands, and unfolded it. He started laughing lowly, then started laughing quite loudly. Bad stepped back, behind Zak again, "looks like you've got the Dream target huh!?" He laughed louder.

Zak furrowed his dark eyebrows, Bad holding onto his arm again, "we need your help. We know you've been hunting him Quackity"

"and what makes you think I'll help you!? I could kill both of you if I so wanted to, y'know that!?" He laughed louder. Quackity walked over to the small fireplace that him and Foolish started, and threw the piece of paper into the fire, "just because I'm hunting him, doesn't mean I'll help you catch him. After all, he's mine to kill" Quackity looked back at them, pointing his sickle towards them, "what's stopping me Zak? Why must you two be spared?" He asked, making Zak pull out a small, red thing. George couldn't tell what it was, but it made an interesting sound, and Quackitys eyes widened when he saw it.

"Because I could so very well kill you too Quackity" Zak pressed on the thing, and it started making a different sound, a beeping sound. George's eyes went wide, a bomb? Where the hell did Zak get a bomb? "You're not the only strong one in this arena Quackity" the two shared a long stare, Quackity lowering his sickle, Zak pressing a button on his bomb, defusing the timer.

George shook Dreams arm, making the boy look over at him, "Bad, he has your name Dream.." George looked over at him, Dream staring back at the boy. "You can kill him right?" George asked, Dream looking over at Quackity. George reached into his satchel, pulling out a knife, and handing it to Dream, "you can do it now right?" He whispered, Dream nodding.

"But it's too risky, if I miss, he'll find you"

"I don't care Dream, I already told you I'm not leaving you here to die." George leaned closer. Dream looked between his eyes, and sighed, before standing up slowly, looking at Quackity. George followed, and stood behind a close tree, watching a Dream as he studied Quackitys movements. Dream had the best aim with a knife, better than anyone George has ever met. He could do it.