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✧☆Start Carving, Darling☆✧

Summary:
Bad needs an incubator for the Eggs offspring. Good thing Quackity is more than willing to lend a hand.

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Quackity forces Dream to carry eggs while in prison.

Notes:
Welcome! Some screwed up crap ahead, so be careful.

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Dream heard the pistons firing and sunk back into his corner. Quackity was coming. He knew it wasn’t going to be fun (as if the scars and chronic pain he experienced every day weren’t enough of a sign of that).

   Quackity seemed happier than usual, swinging his axe and whistling a tune while he walked with the bridge.

      “Hello, Dream!” He called, scar breaking up the smile that plastered to his face. “Are you excited? I sure am!”

   Dream simply hung his head, determined not to let his tormentor see the tears gathering in his eyes at a dangerously fast pace. He wouldn’t give him that pleasure.

     “I have something very special planned for you today! I think you’ll find it’s quite a nice surprise, really.”

  Dream highly doubted this.

Quackity arrived in the cell and waited for the netherite barrier to go down, humming in thought as he did so. His axe was shining more than Dream remembered, meaning that new enchantments had been added. This was never a good thing for Dream.

  He noticed that Quackity had a drawstring bag attached to his belt, and it swung lightly, giving a clue to its weight. It looked almost like a bag full of marbles, judging by the lumps that protruded from it.

   Quackity noticed his eyes on the bag and carefully unhooked it from where it sat, holding it out in his palm towards Dream.
        “Go ahead, look. They don’t bite. Do not touch them, Dream.”

  Cautiously, Dream leaned forward and looked into the small opening at the top of the bag.

     Inside, there were small round objects that did look like marbles, if not much larger than one, them being about the size of his fist. They were glowing red and, Dream noticed with a start, slightly pulsating. The objects let off a subtle warmth that came from the bag and warmed Dream's face even more than it already was. He looked up at Quackity with a question in his eyes, and the man that stood above him smiled.

        “Don’t worry. This is going to be fun.”

Dream had a nagging feeling that it wasn’t.

     Quackity threw several potions onto the prisoner before he began tying him to the bed, with his legs opened uncomfortably wide and his arms stretched almost to the breaking point. He whined in protest when he felt a pop in his right shoulder, but Quackity did not loosen the bonds.

        “Can’t have you squirming around, Dream.” He explained, “This is going to be delicate work, and you best not mess it up.”

   Carefully as could be, Quackity opened the pouch and began setting the marbles near the lava. When they were all lined up about six inches away from the wall of lava, Quackity made his way back to Dream.

           “Right. A little warning, if you screw this up, I’ll cut out your tongue. Got it? There’s a lot of money riding on your performance today.”

     Dream nodded his head rapidly, as much as he could with the position he was in, and Quackity smiled.

          “Good boy.” He said, running a long finger down Dream's scarred cheek. “You know, I can see why Bad wants you for this. With how calm and docile you are now, you’ll not even consider hurting the eggs.”