New Server? || A DSMP and Bungou Stray Dogs crossover

The Dream Haters Association United!

"WHERE THE FUCK IS HE DREAM?!"

This wasn't supposed to happen.

No, no. It's all wrong.

He's not here, he's supposed to be here.

He did the ritual, so where is he?

another punch.

He's stuck.

In his head.

He did the ritual.

And he knows it worked.

But,

Where is Tommy's body?

It disappeared, out of thin air.

a kick.

He can hear Quackity screaming at him, questioning the same thing.

The brat was supposed to come back.

Why isn't he back?

Where did he go?

the sound of metal scraping.

Is that Sam in the background?

Doesn't matter.

The kid disappeared.

Which means that he can't control him.

he tries to keep quiet when he feels the metal digging into his skin.

And he doesn't like the sound of that.

when is Quackity going to stop.

He's alive, that he knows.

He doesn't know where.

he feels Quackity grabbing a hold of his hair.

Which is the problem.

If he doesn't know where the brat is, he can't maintain control.

And he was supposed to be in control.

No matter what.

Now, he had to locate the kid.

But he can't do that in here.

the pain of his head being harshly shoved against the obsidian explodes across his skull.

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"What do you mean, you don't know?"

Quackity didn't know how to word something like this to Tubbo, but he was going to lay it down gently. "W-what I mean is, that, Tubbo, we don't think Tommy's gonna be able to come back." he replied reluctantly, unsure how the young president would react.

Tubbo started chuckling, shaking his head. "I'll admit, you almost got me." he denied, small smile on his face until he realized that Quackity had a look mixed with exhaustion, heartbreak, and devastation. His smile dropped. "You're- you're serious?" the younger questioned, hoping the man in front of him would say it was a prank.

A tear slipped from Quackity's eye, his response wavering. "I'm- I'm serious, Tubbo. Dre-Dream said that- said that he tried to revive him. That his body disappeared, but never re-appeared. I tried everything to get the bastard to say he was lying, but he looked so caught up in his own head that I- I don't think even he knows where Tommy is." he explained, more tears appearing.

Quackity has always thought of Tommy as one of his own, and admitting out loud that Tommy's nowhere to be seen was like a stab to the heart. He felt something hard hit his chest, a pair of arms wrapping around him tightly. He looked down and saw Tubbo, who was quietly sniffling. "Please, please, Q. Don't tell me he's gone for good." the older male sighed and hugged the teen back, rubbing his back. "I'm sorry, querido, but I don't know what else to say." he comforted.