How to Love (C!Quackity x reader)

Trapped

    Tw: fight scene, mention of blood, and character death, read at your own risk.

Y/n POV

You watched Purpled walk away from where you were sitting after you spoke. Now that your blindfold was off, you could see where you were, and why it was so damn hot.

You looked at your surroundings. And found that you were on a stone platform, high above a sea of lava. Your eyes widened with fear. You never knew how afraid you were of lava until now. You turned your face toward the purple man.

"W- why? Why are you doing this?" Your voice was shaky, but loud enough to echo throughout the room. Loud enough to be heard over the bubbling from the lava.

He spoke loudly as he stopped, only to slightly turn in your direction. "I already told you. He took something I loved, so I will take something he loves."

He watched as your face morphed into confusion and fear.

"What? You scared of a little heat?" He asked teasingly. "You'll grow to like it. Especially when you're closer to it. I promise." Then you watched as Purpled walked away from the platform and out a small door.

You didn't know what would happen, but you knew it wasn't going to be good.

You sighed, then tried to maneuver your hands through the tight ropes around your wrists again. But after a moment, it didn't budge. Now your wrists just hurt more.

You looked around for anything that could get you out of your predicament. But you found nothing of value. Just as you described, only a red platform above hot, hot lava.

By now you were sweating, and you didn't move an inch. Maybe this was your last moments of life. Dying of heat in a closed room of lava. You hoped not, but you couldn't gamble your death at the moment.

Quackity POV

Before I left to find Y/n, I got my armor. I knew Purpled would be there and need to fight. And if he did, I was ready. So ready. I didn't know what to expect, but I was going to help Y/n.

     I got them into this situation, I will get them out of it. They never deserved anything I ever did them, nor this. When I'm able to, I want to apologize for everything. Again and again and again. Until my voice goes raw and they're tired of me and don't want to hear my voice again. I bet they don't want to hear my voice right now, either.

     Gods, I just feel so horrible for everything. I hope they can forgive me. I won't be able to accept myself if they don't.

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I got to the coordinates in 30 minutes or so. I went as fast as I could but at the same time without tiring myself out. I didn't want to be exhausted by the time I got there and mess shit up. In the bad way.

     What if I mess things up? What's going to happen to Y/n if I make a mistake? No. Don't think about that, think about what I could do right. I can fix everything if I play my cards right.

     Just don't overthink it.

     As I was nearing the coordinates, I saw a giant cobblestone building. Still in the middle of the desert, mind you. So this giant building was not hard to spot. Immediately I could tell this was for me.