☆Quackity centric crap i right when bored☆

pirate au part 2

(Authors note: GUYS IM SORRY I KEEP LEAVING FOR SO LONG. I'm a busy guy, but here's the long awaited part 2 for pirates ^_^, tell me what else you guys want me to write and I'll try not to disappear again, also sorry it's short 😭 I can do a part 3 if you want)

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Quackity was tied to a chair in the captains quarters of the boat. Dream, Sapnap, karl and George were all looking at him, their expressions mixed with curiosity and distrust.
Nobody spoke, and in the silence occupied only by their breaths, Quackity noticed that they all had different scars across their faces. Dream has a cut across his nose, Sapnap has a scar going down his cheek, George has a nick on his chin and karl, he has a tiny scar going through his eyebrow. None of their scars were as big as quackitys, but they still stood out on their faces.

After a while, it was dream who spoke.
"Where is your crew?"
"I don't know" Quackity responded "don't work with them"
"So you're choosing to lie to us? You won't like the outcome of that"
"I'm not lying, you're choosing not to belive me"
Dream frowns, leaning closer to quackity.
"Listen duck, we won't hesitate to hurt you, so tell us the truth if you know whats best for you"

Quackity laughs in his face, startling the taller.
"Hurt me if you want, for all you know I could be into that"
Dream cringed, hitting Quackity with the back of his hand.
"Disgusting"
"That was hot, hit me again"

Dream doesn't hit him again, instead sapnap steps forward.
"Where is your crew?"
"Dunno, I got dumped by them, quite heartbreaking actually"
"Why?"
"Because I'm dating your dad"
Quackity enjoys pissing them off, and the disgusted look sapnap gives him satisfies him.
"Don't lie"
"I'm not lying, your father is Badboyhalo, he is the captain of the badlands boat, isn't he?"
The look on sapnaps face is enough to make quackity laugh again, which causes karl to step towards him, a bored look on his face.

"You're not funny, you know that right?"
"Ouch, your kindergarten insults hurt me so!"
"Listen here duckface, you're going to tell us where your crew is, so we can use you as a hostage, okay?"
Quackity laughed, loudly. "I told you, I don't know where they are"
He playfully stuck his tounge out at Karl, who looked at him with pure anger painted on his face.

Quackity, at this point, had accepted they are most Lilley going to kill him, so why not have fun in his last moments?
"You're crew name is terrible by the way. 'The feral boys' it sounds so...bad. You could have at least said the feral men"
"Shut it" Dream says, pointing a sword at Quackity's neck. "We could very easily just kill you"
"Go ahead, oh! And I heard that alcohol is supposed to be good for removing blood stains, just so you know"

For a moment, it seems like Dream is going to do it, it seems like he's going to kill Quackity, but he stops himself, turning away and cursing.
"Fuck, fuck fuck fuck!"
"Just kill him!" George yells, which shocks Quackity, as he had been quiet the whole time.
"If I kill him we can't get information from him!"
Quackity groaned out of annoyance, at this point he was getting tired of these idiots.
"How many times do I have to tell you? I don't know where my crew is!"

"Then what happened? Why aren't you with them?" Sapnap asked.
"Because your dad is an idiot, he failed to mention when we met that he was the captain of the badlands crew, which my crew famously hate. So my captain, Wilbur, found out I had been in touch with a bad, and he got pissed and kicked me off the boat, then you guys rudely kiddnaped me while I was just going about my day!"

There was a pause, where all the men exchanged glances, before dream spoke up.
"We don't belive you, we can't belive a you if you worked with Wilbur"
"Okay"
"...you're not gonna put up a fight?"
"Nah, I'm to tired, just kill me"
"Well we can't kill you, we need you for information"
"What do you want to know? Other than where the crew is?"

Dream turned to the others and mumbled words that Quackity couldn't pick up, the pirates nodded, and dream turned back to the duck hybrid, a smile on his face.
"Where were your crew heading last time you saw them? What were they looking for"
"I don't fucking know, some dude Wilbur wants to kill? It wasn't my job to know where we were going, my job was to make the crew food and steal from towns"

Dream sighed, rubbing his face. "So you don't know anything?"
"I know how Wilbur likes his eggs"
Dream thought for a moment, before pushing his crew out of the room, leaving Quackity alone.
He looked around for the first time, and prime was this room incredibly bland. The walls were practically empty, only sporting a single map, there was a desk behind Quackity, it was messy, covered in papers and ink. A cat sat atop the desk, sleeping soundly, but other than that, and the chair Quackity sat in, the room was empty.

Not too long later, the others came in.
"We have decided what to do with you" dream said, a smirk playing on his face.
"Kill me?"
"No, you can cook for us"
"And if I don't? If you'll kill me if i refuse i suggest you just get it over with"
"If you refuse we plan to hand you in to authorities for thievery"
"...well played, you sure I can't choose dying?"
"Positive."

Quackity groaned, rolling his eyes and wishing they would just kill him.
"Fine, asshole."
"Great, Karl, sapnap, go buy some shit for him to cook, like eggs and meat, that crap"
The pair nodded, before leaving, George following them, most likely out of boredom.
Quackity cursed under his breath, hating every single fucking moment of this.

(Hope you guys liked it ^_^)