#If i get this prompt again im bullshitting the lore around it

[horizonclan]

Spoiler for moon 15:

I had to do some code editing that broke my Horizonclan save for fucking ages and now it's over i can't open the history tab for one of my cats :']

[dreamsclock]

im so sorry im literally blowing u up with asks rn but. in the vegas team au im assuming the events w glatt play out a similar way (glatt asking quackity to revive him, etc) so... how do you think that would go over with the trio in canon? would quackity even make the best, assuming hes grown closer to dream in the small amount of time theyve partnered together? he did promise to protect them, after all

don’t apologise !! vegas team au lives in my mind rent free - i’m always happy to write more for it, especially with this new quackity lore we’ve got !!!

warnings: manipulation, toxic relationship, death mentions, spoilers for last night’s quackity stream (nothing too heavy though!)

Quackity purses his lips, one finger touching the edge of his scar absently. “I dunno, Schlatt. Look, Dream is supposed to be under my protection. I mean, what can you offer me that he can’t?”

“Friendship,” Schlatt says instantly, prompting a scoff from Quackity, “a shoulder to cry on, support, all that bullshit. Uh... Spanish help, mi reina?”

“Cabrón,” Quackity snaps without missing a beat, but there’s something else in Schlatt’s eyes, something else he knows the ghost is holding back on, “go on. What else?”

Schlatt takes his time; adjusting his tie, looking around, taking a drink. Quackity resists the violence urge to throttle him, or maybe hug him and beg him not to leave again. He doesn’t know: he knows his head is still pretty twisted when it comes to all things Schlatt.

“I��ll tell you something, Q,” Schlatt says eventually, turning an entertained gaze towards him, “I bet your whole gambling thing would get a lot more exciting if you had the ability to revive people. That would be a pretty big debt for them to pay back, huh?”

And Quackity knows that Schlatt knows he has him where he wants him. Because Schlatt is the only person who has a clue about what he calls the real Quackity - the twisted, powerhungry side of him that wants power and wants control and wants it now. Oh, sure, Quackity knows Wilbur sees it in him too - that’s why the man had come to him in the first place - but Schlatt? Schlatt and Wilbur are two sides of the same coin, and Schlatt is a hell of a lot closer to Quackity than Wilbur fucking Soot.

“What’re you saying?” He asks warily, lowering his voice.

Schlatt cackles. “You’re not just a pretty face. You know exactly what I’m saying.”

He does. His eyes dart away, uncertain. Because the idea of having control over life and death, the thought of that much power...

If I can control that, the thought comes to him, unbidden, then I can control the server.

Schlatt extends his hand, eyebrow raised expectantly. There’s dark malice underneath his smile. “Deal?”

“Deal,” Quackity says tightly, shaking his hand, “it’s a fucking deal, Schlatt. The bet is a go.”

His old friend grins at him, teeth sharper than a pickaxe.

“Good doing business with you again,” the devil purrs, and releases his hand, “I think this is gonna be the start of a successful business with you.”

Quackity turns away, the cogs in his mind already whirling. The contracts will be tough to work around, as will Wilbur and Dream themselves, but he’s smart. He’s confident that he can manage. Because he’d been nothing but Schlatt’s sidekick once, a queen to a king, but hey, isn’t the queen the deadliest chess piece on the board? Dream had always loved chess. Maybe there’s something in that.

“Goodbye, Schlatt,” he calls over his shoulder, “I’ll be in touch.”

All he gets in response is a mad laugh before the darkness of the cave swallows it up.