RELATIONSHIP:friends but not really (you stopped being friends but he doesn't get the hint)
I TALK: this is sorta gonna be like my apocalypse au quackity, but where he runs his casino
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Y/N POV
"God, what's the point in a fake desert? Like, just find a real desert" I scoff and roll my eyes, following close behind Sam as he walked down the concrete road.
"Even though Quackity isn't your friend, he's still mine. Please stop insulting him and his choices" Sam glances back at me, when he sees my annoyed face he just sighs and looks back in front of him. "We're almost there" He gives up on trying to defend his 'friend'.
"I don't get why you even want me to see this asshole. You know we haven't spoken since the day Schlatt died.." I angrily mumble, glaring at the ground as I walked.
"He said you haven't been receiving his letters" Sam replies. "So, he told me to bring you here so he could speak to you directly"
"One, I do receive them I just throw them out 'cause I don't give two shits about him. Two, what the fuck does he want to talk about this bad?" I shudder, rubbing my arms with my hands and trying to warm myself up. "And why the hell would you not tell me it's a fake desert?! It's so cold!" I yell at Sam. He rolls his eyes and takes his heavy coat off from below his armor, dropping it onto my head, (which almost makes my neck break because it's one of those super heavy coats that are probably made of bricks). "Thanks.." I huff, sliding the coat on. "Much better" I nod my head.
"Good, now I don't need to hear you complain anymore" He happily exhales. "Anyways, come on. The casinos in sight!" He points to the bright building.
"Whatever.." I mutter under my breath, deciding to ignore his first comment. "Why does he own a country now?"
"I don't know, why do you think I would know?" Sam looks back at me with an annoyed but also confused gaze.
"Because you said he's your friend!" I shout at him. He stops walking and turns his body to me. "What? What, are we gonna start fighting now?" I raise my hands angrily into the air. I was told by Tommy I take things way to out of hand sometimes.
Sam huffs and rolls his eyes at me. "Just shut up and follow me" He turns back and starts walking again. I follow. "Quackity is much different from since you've last seen him, okay? He doesn't tell anyone anything anymore. Not even his closest friends.." Sam explains to me, his voice quiet.
I stare at the ground as we walk, not quite knowing how to reply to what he just said. Of course Quackity kept his secrets sometimes, but he still made sure to tell me (and a few others, I guess) what was going on. "Oh.." I breathe out before loudly inhaling.
