Hermitcraft/Empires oneshots/drabbles

Roulette, fire edition - DSMP

Ayyy, the first DSMP chapter. Don't judge the title, had zero ideas

Story type: Angst? Hurt? Idk

Season: DSMP S1

Tw: Blood, Gun, gambling/russian roulette (Please do tell me if I miss any Tws in any of my oneshots!)

The next time Quackity came in, he brought two guns.

He just casually dropped the bag onto the floor. 'Dream, do you want to play a game?' He asked.

'No...' I stared cautiously at the lumpy shape under the fabric.

'Too bad.' He pulled a pistol out of the canvas bag, and I stiffened. 'How about this? We're still doing the coin flip thing. I'll flip the coin, and you go first if it's heads, and me first if it's tails.'

'I- what?' I was so confused. So he wasn't going to shoot me?

'No. Ever heard of a little game called Russian Roulette?'

Uh, obviously. 'So... you want me to play Russian Roulette.' I worried my fingers into nets between my hands. 'And... you'll risk yourself to do so.'

'Yes.' His grin was so wicked in the firelight, I flinched. Quackity picked up his gun and checked the barrel, spun it, then passed it to me. The second gun went into his hands. I was vaguely aware that that wasn't how you played Russian Roulette, but I wasn't going to argue with the guy with a gun.

'Want me to flip the coin, or do you want to go first?' His tone was getting more menacing by the second. I looked down at the cold metal firearm in my hands, swallowing. 'Alright.'

I seemed to get caught in the mesmerising spin of the shiny metal as it flicked up, light catching on its edges. It fell, clinking against the floor. 'Tails.' Quackity said, looking disappointed. 'Alright then...'  Without even a flicker of fear, he pressed the muzzle to his forearm and pulled the trigger. I twitched, but there was only a dry click. He'd gotten lucky this time.

Trembling, I grabbed the handle, pressing it to my thigh, and squeezed the trigger.

The pain was instantaneous. I dropped the gun and jumped back, screaming. The bullet had buried itself in my leg, halfway through the flesh, gouging a wound to the inside of my thighs. I could see the dark ball embedded in my bone. Shrieking, I collapsed, writhing until the pain went down slightly. He watched with a smirk on his face.

'You knew, didn't you?' I groaned from the ground, writhing in pain, doubled over my injured leg.

'Yes.' Quackity said, standing over him.

'How?' I whimpered.

'Dream, I think you forget.' Quackity casually spun the trigger guard of his gun around his index fingers. 'I am the king of tricks. And of gambling.' He holstered his gun. 'You really know nothing about the anatomy. You just severed your femoral artery, you idiot.' He grabbed my gun and the bag. 'And I think I'll leave you here.'

'No- Please-' I choked, but he was gone. The burgundy liquid spurted out of the wound, covering the floor with crimson. 'Please!' I screamed, but it was too late. I passed out, face splashing into the blood pool.

Told you I'd go all out on gore. Haha, couldn't achieve it. This is but a fraction of my real power.

Peace out. Take care of yourselves