The New Start

Chapter 60

Thank you all so much for sticking with me for so long, it has been so amazing and I'm so grateful for all of you. Thank you so much.

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Back at the smp

Quackity stood alone in the dimly lit room, his head heavy and his heart even heavier. The words he exchanged with Karl hung still heavy in the air. His fingres traced the edge of an old photograph on the table -- a picture of happier times, when the three of them were inseparable.

He couldn't deny the feelings he once had for Sapnap, nor the one he has with Karl- but, but it couldn't work out. He had made his choices for the greater good and if they couldn't see it then...then they don't deserve to live with him.

but as he gazed at the photograph, memories flooded back--the laughter, the adventures, the whispered promises of forever. How had they gone from that to this? How had he become the one left alone in a ghost city, haunted by the past.

Quackity's fingers curled into a fist, frustration boiling within him. He wanted to belive in redemption, to hold onto the hope that they all could find their way back to each others. But reality was cruel and unforgiving, and it had driven wedged between them that seemed impossible to remove.

He remember the darkness he had seen in Sapnap's eyes, the twisted smile that sent shivers down his spine. The Egg had consumed him, and Quackity feared that the Sapnap he had loved was forever lost. Yet, a part of him still longed for the impossible—to see the spark of his old self return, to just hear his laughter and feel his flames once more.

Quackity's thoughts drifted to Karl, he who had been unwavering in his belief in redemption. The same belief that had driven a wedge between them now. He couldn't fault Karl for his optimism, for his unwavering love for Sapnap. But Quackity had seen too much, experienced too much pain to share that sentiment.

With a heavy sigh, Quackity stood up and walked to the window, staring out into the desolate streets of Las Nevadas It was a city filled with memories, and it now bore the scars of their fractured friendships. Of their once never ending love story.

The chilly breeze of Las Nevadas hit him as he stepped outside, sending a shiver down his spine. The streets of the ghost city were silent, and the emptiness seemed to echo the void in his heart.

As he made his way through the city, the memories of their past adventures seemed to haunt every corner. It was as through the very walls of Las Nevadas whispered tales of their camaraderie, the battles they fought, and the victories they celebrated together. But now, those stories felt like distant echoes of a time long, long gone.

Quackity's steps eventually led him to the edge of the city, and back to the where the mainland of the SMP stretched out in front of him. He too a deep breath, the frigid air filling his lungs. The mainland was a place he hadn't visited in a long time, but he needed the change of scenery, away from the ghosts of his past.

As he stepped out of the portal and set a foot on the mainland, the world around him felt different. The landscape was harsher, less forgiving, and the remnants of the past, of Dream, still lingered.

His steps took him further away from the populated areas of the mainland, and soon he found himself walking along the remnants of L'manberg. The once-proud nation had fallen, but the crater was still there, remining them of everything it had been.

He wandered through the ruins, lost in thought. Memories of the old L'manberg flooded back. It was a bittersweet trip, and he couldn't help but smile faintly despite the pain that tugged at his heart. Oh how everything had been so much easier back then.