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special chapter #3

S.C three . Quackity?

            I GRIP THE lamp post tightly in my hand, weakly leaning against it as I watch people cheer and clap for their 'heros', god, don't they know I helped? Y/N wouldn't be here if I wasn't there to save her. And who the fuck is Ranboo? I'm more of a hero than all of them!

I saved a boy off the street and raised him as my own, I stayed friends with Bad even though I knew how unstable he was, I lost my non-blood-related family, and yet I'm the bad guy? Bad literally lied to everyone, and I knew, but of course I kept a secret for him, because he was my only remaining friend.

Then I met Y/N, she saved my heartbeat, she healed something I didn't feel like saving. I really considered telling her about Bad, about how to be careful because he isn't any good. She wasn't as scared of me like the others, she didn't care that I had hunger trauma, me and Bad were hungry, and Skeppy offered us survival. Bad didn't hesitate, though he had apologized, I was very hesitant. But soon I got addicted. But Y/N didn't care. She became my friend.

Well, then she hit me with a fucking van, but I'll forgive her.

Of course, how am I not dead after being run over twice? Thrice? Honestly, I was dead, I really think this is some miracle or some shit. I am supposed to be dead, I saw the darkness of death. I was led out of this world, but now I'm back? It hurts to move but I'm alive. They saved me.

I never got to know them well, I was never told their pronouns so I just went with them. I mean, all they really told me was "don't worry! I'm a doctor!" And that's all I knew. I didn't even know what they look like! They wore a face mask that covered their whole head, I remember red being the main color, but yellow and orange were also visible.

I think they used a defibrillator and brought me back. My legs and arms were bruised and bloodied but not broken. Luckily the wheels didn't hit me (well the second time), I was just hit harshly with the front of the van, causing my head to bleed, which also sprayed onto the front of the van. But in the end, I sure was lucky to meet them.

I look in front of me, realizing people were leaving. I stare at the shrinking crowd. I really wanted to see Y/N, but come on, she basically killed me, I don't think she would want to see me again. And even if she did see me again, I think I'd get arrested.

I take a deep breath, exhaling a shaky breath due to my now weak lungs, of course they were weak before because of my small amounts of smoking (I was forced into it by fellow gamblers). I easily quit at the start of the apocalypse, Bad didn't like cigarettes and neither did I. Now quitting eating flesh? Not so easy. I really wanted to because Y/N looked down on me for it, causing me to look down on it. I hate myself for it.

I'm aware I'm a monster, but can't some monsters change?

My eyes widen as I see two familiar people (and two unfamiliar) walk my way. I quickly turn around so my back faces them.