An eye for vengeance

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(AUTHOR POV)

Quackity watched fundy fall to the floor, blood spilling from his abdomen. His hands trembled viciously at the feel of blood dripping down his knuckles from the knife blade in his hand.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

"What have you done- what- what did you do?!" Wilbur cried, pulling at his son's t shirt.

Quackity shoved his glock against Wilbur's head and gritted his teeth. "I can't let you do anymore damage."

The brunette dropped his son's corpse to the floor and stood to his feet, balantly ignoring the gun against his head and the bullet sat in his shoulder blade, grating against his bone. He laughed and wrapped his hands around Quackity gun, holding it against his own head and laughing. "Do it then, go on."

Quackity hesitated and chocked on his sobs. "You're fucking insane, how I ever loved you i'll never know."

"Oh but you still do, don't you my love? Otherwise, we wouldn't be here."

"That isn't true. You- You sick fucking lunatic!"

"Thats why you just killed poor, innocent, little fundy. He only tried to save your life, and you took his."

"I didn't know what else to do!"

"Of course you didn't. And what will you do now? Kill me? Yourself?"

"I'll kill both of us if i have to." He spoke through gritted teeth and glassy eyes.

A pair of arms wrapped around Quackitys chest as he was pulled off of wilbur. He saw sam hit wilbur around the head with the back of his gun, and then felt the same sensation at the back of his own head, and his eyes fell heavy.

- - -

Quackity woke up and his muscles ached. the cold night air stung his cheeks, and he couldn't feel his fingers. His eyes adjusted to the light being shone in his face as he squinted. The sky was pink, and he could hear people behind him, but couldn't make out any voices.

Suddenly, two hands gripped his forearms tightly and pulled him to his feet. His wrists were chained behind his back against a coarse wooden pillar.

"You're awake." Purpled sighed, and Quackity coughed.

"What is this?"

"It's an execution, Quackity."

and his face fell. He looked at his own position, and began to panic.

"Not yours though. it's not your time yet."

Purpled moved out of the view, and behind him was a large podium typed structure. Sam stood next to wooden restraint, where someone knelt on the floor with his back to the stage.

"Welcome, everyone.." He began. "Thank you for coming. Usually we have a speech written, but as of such short notice, we haven't one today."

Quackity felt sick. His mind raced for some sort of explanation for all of this, but the only thing he could come up with was that this was a sick nightmare. Sam continued with his speech, but Quackity drowned it out. he still couldn't figure out who's execution this was. He'd seen techno blades, he'd been there, infact. But this was different, the air felt heavier.

Rain began to pour heavily, and thunder rippled through the sky.

"Does anyone have any words? Phil?"

Quackitys eyes widened. Phil?

"No..NO!" he screamed, and pulled at the ropes around his hands frantically. Tears streamed down his cheeks. "WILBUR!"