Reluctantly, he handed over the key. His pale hands shook as the white, bear-like creature grabbed it from him. The creature's stitched on smile seemed to ridicule him almost like it was saying,
Your Pathetic.
I knew you would give in.
You stood no chance.
Tears were falling down Quackity's cheeks, handing the creature this key meant he was about to hurt everyone he loved. All the young dragon children they had to take care of, all of his friends who had been trapped on the island as well and Wilbur. Wilbur was a curly haired British man who had been trapped on the island, but Will was different, he felt like he had always known Wilbur. But since everyone doesn't remember what happened before being brought to the island on the train, perhaps he did know Will before the island, before everything. Maybe they were enemies, maybe they were friends. But it didn't matter anymore because everyone was in danger now.
All of a sudden there was a flash of light that seemed to heat up every inch of his skin. Quackity felt a sharp pain in his chest almost like he had been stabbed in the gut, his breath slowed, and he panicked. Then the pain disappeared, and he went limp. He couldn't see anything but a bright light but then his eye throbbed. Quackity held his hand to his eye and felt a long scar that stretched far down his face to his bottom lip. Then he felt a sense of betrayal, a sense that stung in his chest. He felt hopeless and like he was falling but he didn't feel any emotion, he was empty. But then he felt all the emotions.
Hatred.
Love.
Pain.
Scared.
Pride.
Happy.
Sadness.
Then, like nothing happened, he was sitting at a desk with a pile of paper in front of him. Quackity looked down to see what he was wearing. A white shirt with black overalls, he reached up to his head to feel a beanie and his long black hair tucked behind his ears. He touched his face, scared of what he felt. A sharp pain from his face made him wince and pull his hand away. "What is going on?!" He shouted, now standing next to his chair.
He heard a soft knock at the door, the door cracked open, and a strange man peered in. The man was green, covered in slime? Slime was dripping on the floor and the man's eyes were stretched wide in shock. "Quackity?!" The slimy man gasped. Quackity recognized the man's voice. "Slimecicle?" Quackity spoke softly. "You're- green?" He couldn't help but laugh at his friend. Slimecicle frowned and narrowed his eyes. "This is not funny." Quackity kept laughing until his face was red and his eyes hurt. "You're the one with that ugly scar on your face!" Slimecicle pointed out and Quackity touched the scar and winced again. "Is it that bad?" Quackity asked and Slime nodded in response.
"Why are we here? Are we still on the island? Where are the eggs? Why do we look different?" Slimecicle asked, now sitting on the floor with his head resting in his hands. "I'm not sure, but it might have been because- '' He stopped talking because he didn't want his friend to know what had happened with the bear creature. "Because of what?" Slime asked softly. Slimecicles' voice was different here, it was softer and more childlike. Quackity shrugged and gazed around the room hoping to find something that could help them figure out what was going on. There was a flag hanging on the wall, it had writing under it. Quackity got closer to read it and something hit him like a brick to his gut.
Las Nevadas.
Quackity suddenly recognized the name as a country that he had heard of before, was that where they were? Suddenly there was a clunking noise that came from the balcony. Quackity looked towards Slimecicle who was now standing facing the balcony with wide eyes, he walked over to Slime to see what he was looking at. Quackity immediately froze and gasped at what he saw. It was a tall man, he had curly hair, a dark beanie and a long trench coat. "Quackity?" the British man said as the two were standing in disbelief.
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Part two coming at some point.
I hope you liked it!
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DSMP and QSMP one shots
Short StoryMaybe some platonic ships. (Only shipping characters not, the people) My first book so it might not be that good. I sometimes forget about some timeline and plot things. Probably some AU's. I will take any ideas.