#Tiny Quackity

[royalarchivist]

Wilbur: *hears Mexican music in the distance* If this isn't Quackity, I'm gonna be very surprised, if this is not Quackity, I'm gonna be very surprised.

*Mexican music gets louder*

Wilbur: Hola?

Quackity: WILBAHHH!!!!

Wilbur: QWACKITEEEEE!!!!!

[yesican-stop]

pt 1 of outfit requests! [pt 2]

[@addlepater @keirawantstocry]

[comfymoth]

i’m still obsessed with what chapter four of breaking dawn implies about roier and quackity’s relationship. because of course i am

[cyncerity]

merry christmas to all who celebrate!!

here’s my boys from the Store Shifter au celebrating christmas for the first time 💕

they live in the vents lol, Dream gave them a bunch of stuff to decorate their little hideout with!

i have a little bit of a backstory to this drawing that i might post later, but i just really wanted to get something out for the holidays! it’s been a long while since i’ve drawn something fully rendered out like this, so it was a lot of fun!!

here’s to another year of art and fics, im not burning out with this content anytime soon and that is both a threat and a promise! 💕

[noxious-fennec]

Trying out some new designs (aka playing dress up)

[barzfrommarz]

i’m irrationaly scared that these little guys will get blown down while i’m sleeping and I end up crushing their little paper bones and I am forced to wake up to them smashed and battered

[ghostatas]

Cellbit adding Fit and ramon only to IMMEDIATELY kill them off

And the Dr. Cockruko or whatever his name was. So based. So funny.

I love fit so much so seeing him here (but not really) was SOOO FUNNY but so nice too. Baghera saying 'does he work for the federation?'. Carol straight up calling him a useless janitor who's always snooping around and being sus. The little qsmp references sprinkled in has my HEART. It's lovely to see, because realistically without quackity and the qsmp, we would not have had opq. Ordem Paranormal would still be strong as ever, but people outside of Brazil would have likely never seen it, and it is such a shame because it is an absolute work of ART and cellbit DESERVES all that recognition. It never ceases to amaze me the possibilities the qsmp, and the ccs and admins of the server, has created. They have spread so much joy, connected people from ALL OVER THE WORLD, and that is not something many people can say. It's beautiful. It's heartwarming. It's hard to put into words how amazing it all is. Just some thoughts, I'm emotional today ;)

[whoturnedgravityoff]

quackity stream doodle dump

[codgod-moved]

gegg and friends 👍 decided i like drawing him as a weird green child it’s funny actually

[mysterious-gizem]

𝚂𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍

Part 1:

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Giant’s

For years giants hid from the human race, a small yet brutal and chaotic species. Until eventually the giant race grew to realize they could overthrow the human's easily, human's were cocky, they couldn't accept that they weren't top of the food chain anymore.

Oh, that was their first mistake.

The giant's only requested equality.

Yet, human's waged a war against beings that were stronger, faster, and ofcourse, bigger.

And that was the second mistake, upon many more they would make.

Giant’s prevailed, ofcourse. This time the human's were the ones hiding, small human civilizations stayed strong, deciding to fight back against the giant's. The giant's respected the effort and proposed a peace treaty.

Most of humanity instantly agreed, a few were stubborn and believed that if humans were on top before, they could do it again.

~◇~

"So you're seriously not gonna eat us?" The brunette hesitantly asked the giant, the giant was just rather relieved that both the humans weren't crying or defensively screaming at him like a few minutes ago.

"L-Look, they forcefeed me human's here, just so they can get rid of other humans they find...inadequate." The taller sighed, "Honestly, it's a miracle they didn't make me eat you." The way the giant said it so casually set some unease upon the two men.

"W-Well I'm Dream, what about you guys?"

Small talk, okay, this might help out our situation.

"I'm George, this is Sapnap." George said whilst addressing to the raven haired male, who was holding him in a protective matter. Sapnap seemed to ease up easily to Dream, George was still rather hesitant yet he considered his situation at the moment and theres really no reason the giant should be nice to them.

"It's nice having company..." Dream blurted out, Sapnap stared up to be met with those unruly bright green eyes, it being the only feature they can get from the other with dim lighting; Sapnap coughed, "How long have you been...down here?"

Silence, it wasn't fairly long, but it was eerie nonetheless.

"Maybe a few months? I don't know, they gave me a clock but it was too small for me to read so they took it away." The giant explained solemnly. "Best if you get comfy, until you guys can escape, it's not safe." Both humans quietly listened as they began to tiredly spur out ideas on how they could possibly escape.

Hour's have passed, both human's falling comfortably asleep side by side eachother, Dream looked down on them, uncomfortably shifting ever so often; afraid of crushing them on accident, the area was too small, if he kneeled his head would already be pushing up on the ceiling. With two other people to worry about he felt even more cramped.

~◇~

George stirred awake, groaning at the pain that his entire body was currently recieving, the brunette realized Sapnap wasn't near him; his senses became more clear, recognizing a few familiar chattering voices.

"-And suddenly, BAM! George shot an arrow through the zombies head, it was so cool since the forest was on fire and he could still hit the zombie even with his bulky weird goggles." Sapnap giggled.

"What!?"

Dream and Sapnap snapped their attention to the now annoyed brunette, "My goggles aren't weird! They help keep the sun from hurting my eyes when I'm trying to shoot something." He huffed. A raspy chuckle came from the giant as he watched the two humans, it's the most entertaining thing he's seen in a while.

As the raven haired man and brunette bickered a loud rumble interrupted them which caught them off gaurd. They both stared at Dream, who was embarrassed, the giant was avoiding their gaze. "Sorry..." He mumbled. "Do they really not feed you daily?" Sapnap grumbled.

"No- but I've gotten used to not eating for while."

It's been a long, long while...

"They basically took everything off of us besides clothes..." George announced while patting down his pockets. "Look I think we need to keep thinking of a way on how to get you two outta here." Dream said while biting down his lower lip anxiously.

"Sapnap said we could try luring the gaurds in a rushing out, but what about you?" The brunette asked the giant, "I'll be fine we just need to get you guys out." George nodded, not wanting to pry on why he was so persistent of getting them to leave.

Sapnap interjected, "Actually I was thinking about it, that Quackity guys probably thinks were dead. If were the one's making a commotion the gaurds might just inform duck man instead." Dream listened carefully to the human's conversation. "How do we even know if the gaurds can hear us?" The brunette asked, "For all we know this room is sound proof."

The brunette turned to Dream, "What can you tell us about this place?" Startled by the sudden question; Dream thought for a moment. "I-I don't know much, Sir comes visit once a month, and he observes me whenever he makes me eat someone..." Dream mumbled, feeling guilty he couldn't provide more insight.

"Okay...we need more time to figure out a plan..."

Time...

Dream suddenly grew more worrisome, while George and Sapnap were oblivious to it; Dream figeted with his fingers, he silently thought of his own plan on how he could get his new friends out of this gruesome, cruel place.

Plip...

Plop...

Plip...

Plop...

Water

George speculated the liquid that dripped on him, suddenly gaining an idea.

"Dream, do you know what's above you? We're obviously underground but what's above the ceiling." The giant thinks for a moment, "I-I think it's like a lake maybe, or perhaps a waterhole?"

"Hey Dream is it alright if we climb up your knee so we can take a look at the ceiling?" The giant nodded as he positioned himself properly. George grabbed the fabric of the giant's jeans as he began to climb, Sapnap following suit.

George began to press his hands against the dirt ceiling, some small rocks and pebbles were practically the only thing that was holding it together; plus the tension aswell ofcourse. "Hey Sap do you think Dream could break through this?" Hearing his name Dream snapped his attention towards the two men.

"Hell yeah, Dream's definitely strong enough to break through that." George pondered for a moment, "So Dream have you ever tried breaking the ceiling." "No- didn't wanna risk anything, they already barely feed me. I don't know what's really up there, the lake might be surrounded by gaurds for all I know."

"Well we gotta try right? You've been here for months! Probably already developed scoliosis." The brunette explained, "Me and George can hold onto your clothes or something while you push the ground upward."

"Sure? L-Like now?" Dream asked as he shifted uncomfortably. "Better now then never right?" Sapnap snickered as he clung himself on Dream's shoulder while George clung on the other. Dream took a deep breath before positioning his arms.

He grit his teeth as his muscles tensed, the ceiling slowly giving out. Dream panicked as he thought the room was going to cave in, with a rush of adrenaline he gave punch upwards and he hauled himself up, the water dropping down into the room below making the area shake. They were all soaked and it was around mid-day the sunlight burned their eyes yet Dream picked himself up and ran.

George and Sapnap were still tightly clinging onto the man, the giant being kind enough to make sure they didn't fall aswell. Once they reached deep into a spruce forest the giants knees buckled and he fell to the ground.

Sapnap and George both climbed down, fixing themselves at the same time. The two cheered as they turned around to congratulate the giant.

The human's eyes widened in shock and amazement, this was the first time they both got an actual look at the giant before them.

Dream had dirty, unkept hair, George wasn't too sure if it was blond or brown. The bright green eyes that illuminated were now looking a more natural forest green, his clothes were ripped and dirty, overall the giant looked like a wreck.

"Yo man, you alright?" Sapnap tilted his head as he watched the blond raise his head.

The giant bared his teeth, "I-I gotta go."

The two males watched as the giant stood up and fled, both looking at eachother with a worried gaze, pursing they lips and hoped they would meet the giant once again.

As fate would have it, they would.

It was inevitable.

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Yoo, I finally got an idea for part 2, Sheena helped me a lot TwT. I got a bit lazy at the end(sorry lmao)

@random-shit-writing

(Honestly, idk if you still wanted to be tagged)

[unit-ssn0va]

i luv and breathe ur quackity art ^_^

THANK YOU

[almostdeath]

Title: The happy masquerade

Words: 2092 Ship: Pumpkinduo

Warning: Mild gore, character death (not forever), obsessive love.

Summary: Glatt figures one way to make Quackity happy, no matter if Quackity agrees with that method or not.

Soft thuds of horse hooves stepping on sand could be heard on the empty landscape, swooshing of sand travelling down with every taken step. Quackity was using one arm to cover up the one good eye that he still had to prevent the flying sand from messing with his vision. He was still questioning how sane or reasonable it was to make all this travel just to see the ghost, who decided to put in the extra work of leaving letters behind instead of talking to the duck hybrid directly. Not that Schlatt was ever good at communicating.

Its not like Quackity has an entirely free schedule. Why is he even bothering to show up. Its not like he is going to hear anything new, he didn’t get the book, his country needs a total reconstruction, there is no spot for this meeting to be squeezed in. Yet he still goes there. Quackitys grip on the lead strengthens as he contemplates turning around. Not getting much time for the decision when his mare stops on her own in front of the entrance to the cave. Nothing really changed here, the entrance is the same, shitty and handmade turnstiles. Not like those could hold anyone back, even if Schlatt insisted that Quackity pays to enter, those metal bars are turning with the slightest amount of push, not having any mechanism that would make it payment dependent.

Quackity let out a long exhale before jumping off his horse, slightly tapping the side of her long face, looking around, having to fully turn his head because of the limited vision available, stepping over to one of the metal bars, tying the leash to it before jumping over the turnstiles, landing with a dull thump as his dark leather shoes met the stone floor. Despite the high temperatures outside, the cave stayed pleasantly cool on the inside thanks to the thick layers of rocks that served as an isolator, not absorbing the heat of the sunlight. All of the feathers on the mans body rose and ruffled at the sudden change before laying back into place.

-Sweetheart! I knew that you would come!- The overly enthusiastic tone of the ghosts voice rushed to disturb the almost peaceful quiet, causing Quackity to frown. No matter what sweet name Schlatt said, it always sounded fake. The voice was genuine. Quackity knew him for long enough to tell apart the tones that he used and this one, it was genuine. Maybe that was what was throwing him off or maybe he was overthinking every word, every gesture this ghost made.

-You said it was important. I don’t have the whole day.- The owner of Las Nevadas tried to stay cold and professional in the ghosts presence, though it clearly didn’t give an intimidating effect, considering what a soft smile bloomed on the grey face. The ghost was making smooth steps forwards, barely touching the ground.

-Of course its important! I wanted to talk about us.- the man tilted his head, slightly twitching with the long sheep ears.

-Are you…serious right now? I already told you, there is no “us”, Schlatt…- Quackity was interrupted by a loud exclaim.

-Glatt!-

Quackitys brows furrowed, and the corner of his mouth slightly twitched up in a discomfort expression.

-You are working for me. We are not together. Is it really something that is hard to understand?- Glatt only blinked at him a few times, even though both of them knew that he had no need to do so. He let out a low chuckle.

-I don’t know what you are talking about, pumpkin. We are married…I think, you are just so…so stressed out by everything- with a soft smile, the ghost took a step closer. -Handling this all on your own…everyone messing with your mind…when was the last time that you were happy, my dear? It must be so painful…all this living, trying to survive…suffering and worst of all, remembering all of it…- Glatts eyes softened, imitating a sympathetic expression, even though his eyes were deprived of life. Quackity huffed with annoyance, he was just wasting his time here. Of course the only thing Schlatt wanted was to rub the duck hybrids failures in his face, even if it was done with a mask of genuine adoration, that seemed to never fade. The ghost seemed to never stop smiling. Not picking up hints when people were annoyed with him, trying to “fix” relationships that are in ruins through words and soft gestures.

-If talking was all you wanted to do then you are wasting my time, Schlatt.- the man rolled his eyes before turning with the heels of his shoes to face the entrance, feeling a prickling feeling in his throat, as if the very atoms of the air have turned into crystals of ice, piercing the inside of his neck, a shiver ran down the duck hybrids spine as he could feel the temperature drop.

-Its…not very nice to turn your back to me, while I am talking, Alex- the ghosts voice was heavy from cold, calculated hurt. The rock ceiling seemed to crumble, smaller pebbles were falling down and the cave seemed to move, the metal bars stuck in the solid structure moved, seemingly opening a straight escape but soon the falls seemed to close off, as the pebbles and bigger stones rushed to “repair” the open wall. There was no time to pay attention to that detail when the man began to hear a faint sound inside the stone walls, as if they were hollow. Clinking that echoed through the cave. Quackity never saw Glatt use any weapon and he wasn’t sure, what he had to look for.

The yellow feathers on Quackitys body rose to alarm as he slowly placed his hand on the handle of his netherite axe. The mans heart fastened its beat, wanting him to move, rushing adrenaline through his body. Quackity was frantically turning his head, trying to follow the sound of metallic rattling, as his breath fastened, coming out in clouds, when he returned his gaze forward and opened his mouth to say something, his mouth fell close as he couldn’t see the ghost in front of himself anymore. The man took his axe fully out, starting to take steps back, still turning his head, trying to predict the trajectory of anything that would be aimed his way. He could hear a high-pitched sound, how something was cutting through air but before he managed to turn his head and swing his axe, a chain went right through his non-seeing eye, a loud crack echoed against the walls of the cold cave.

The axe fell to the ground with a sharp clung as Quackity couldn’t keep his grip any longer, leaning forward but not meeting the ground himself. Glatt materialized back into vision in front of him, holding his body and slowly lowering himself on his knees, taking Quackity with him, as the sharp pain was paralyzing the man’s body.

-Shh…just a little bit longer…I promise that this will make everything better…- he was whispering softly, with the warmth care in his voice, as blood was streaming down Quackitys face. The duck hybrids hands were trembling, he struggled to coordinate them, trying to touch his face and form a grip on the part of the chain that was sticking out, blood pouring out of his mouth as he was trying to say something, not able to turn his gaze away as every movement of his eyeball was influencing the pierced socked, causing more pain to bloom in his head.

-I wouldn’t try to pull it out, love…you know how much more messy that would be…- Glatt reached up to take Quackitys hand in his own, intertwining their fingers, forcefully pulling the mans hand closer to himself to press a kiss against the back of the ducks hand.

-As soon as your heart stops beating…you will forget that this ever happened, I promise…and we can be together. You and me….just like you always wanted…like what you talked about when we were waking up together…- letting go of the mans hand, Glatt reached towards his face, gently brushing the blood off of the corner of his lips. -Do you still want a garden wedding?-

Quackity couldn’t look away, trying to say something, trying to curse the ghost out, trying to muster the most loathsome expression but everything was just overturned by the pain that was spreading in his body, the corners of his remaining vision were slowly turning to black. The only thing that was an indicator to his consciousness still being there, was the soft humming that was coming from the ghost that was holding him and softly brushing with his thumb over the bright, yellow ear-wings.

There wasn’t much time needed for Quackitys body to go completely limp, there was no heartbeat to count and the blood finally stopped pouring. The ghost still gave it a few minutes, sitting in silence before slowly pulling out the chain, letting the remaining blood mix in with the fluid from the mans eye. Glatt carefully lowered the body, so the duck would stay with his head on the ghosts lap, pulling his own sleeve over his grey hand to slowly brush off the blood and clean his lovers face. The sound of rocks moving back into place, accompanied their quiet time together, as the sun outside was slowly setting down. It’s a shame that Glatt doesn’t posses any bandages but he knows what alternative he can use, after all, the dead should be treated with respect and he knows how important that was to his fiancé.

Leaving the mans body on the floor, the ghost got up to float over to his chest and roam through it, continued to hum an old-fashioned song before he managed to get out some flowers, white, yellow and red. He looked down at the bottom of the chest that contained some of Ghostburs blue flowers but those were no fit for this funeral. Glatt made a sharp turn before returning to the body, using the stems of the flowers to combine them, making a flower crown first before adding a change, an round extension down, so it would cover up his sweet ducklings eye. The ghosts corners of the mouth formed a smile as he bowed down to press a kiss against the mans forehead. Now he only needs to put his lover to rest.

On the other side of the cave, stones started to move aside, opening a staircase that led down, glow lichen were spread along the path, illuminating the way. Glatt positioned one of his hand on Quackitys back and the other beneath his knees, picking the limp body up effortlessly, he was slowly walking down the hall till he finally reached the room that he prepared. A small, man-made river running across, from one end to another, planted grass with flowers, some handing vines with glow berries. Neither Schlatt or Glatt had a big passion for decorating but the ghost spend his time making this place worthy of his lovers body. The grave pit was positioned in the middle, surrounded by bright flowers.

Glatt took steps closer before kneeling down and softly placing his fiancé down in the pit on top of some sheets, so the rough ground wouldn’t be the only thing keeping him warm. Soon the pit started to fill up with soil, covering up the body that is cooling down.

-Soon…I will see you again, my love- the ghost softly whispered against the ground. Now its only the question of time, It doesn’t take long for ghosts to manifest, though they usually spawn farther away from the spot of their death. After all, seeing your own body would be rather distressing.

Glatt wandered outside, watching the moon rise to the sky, as the blue light illuminated him and his cave. As the only thing that was left to him was having patience to wait. The ghost closed his eyes, brushing with his thumb over the dried off blood on his sleeves.

-Glatt!- the ghost heard someone else’s voice, higher, softer, so familiar that made his dead heart wish to beat again. Soon he felt arms wrapping around his neck. -I found you!- Quackitys voices sounded genuine and joyful. -You did…you did, my love- Glatt slowly opened his eyes, reaching forward to wrap his arms around the young man, as his lips were forming a soft smile, slowly wagging with his tail.

[cyncerity]

*sighs* pirates

this has lore btw we’ll get to that later >:)

[pusangkambing]

You just had the scariest day of your life. You're staying at your uncle's place with their son because ur father is busy trying to find out who's your other father. Your life is in danger because your other uncle who's daughter just died, has gone on a mad rampage trying to kill all the eggs in the server. You're not as kitted out as your fellow eggs, who have guns and chainsaws and other weaponry. You're not as good with pvp either as you keep losing to your cousin when you play boxing. After your other uncle has calmed down and ur dad finally arrives, he barely pays any attention to you, he's more focused on helping your uncle than asking if you're even okay, you dont think he even loves you at all. You are emotionally exhausted, its been a scary day. The uncle you're staying with confronts your dad that he doesnt take care of you, while your other uncle, the one who just went on a rampage trying to kill you and the other eggs, just called you to the side. He's asking you to be his lawyer for the upcoming custody battle between him and his ex, where the person that loses will be sacrificed in exchange for the life of their daughter back, you are a couple of days old.

You are Tilin.

[gt-mcyt]

monsters vs aliens au

(ao3)

Chapter 1: The Wedding

Far, far away, an asteroid hurtles toward Earth.

-

Dream was woken by screaming and the flash of a camera.

Almost having a heart attack, he screamed in tandem with the strangers in his room, up until he realised it was just his friends. Punz, Sam, and Sylvee; Sylvee wielding a large camera, which she took another photo with, flashing a bright light at Dream once again. He squinted and covered his eyes, groaning. By the time the lights and splotches had cleared from his vision, he was able to see his friends’ outfits in the darkness of the room. They were all dressed up in their bridesmaid attire – Sylvee, wearing a pastel green dress that flowed down to her knees, her hair pinned up in a spiral braided bun; Punz and Sam were both wearing pastel green suits with pink and white accents, their hair styled with gel. Sam, bless his heart, was still wearing his iconic baseball hat, backwards, despite his dressed-up outfit.

“What are you guys doing here?” Dream demanded, no longer tired from the heart-attack his friends gave him. He glared down at his digital clock, not really angry so much as grumpy that his sleep was interrupted. “It’s literally five in the morning.”

Sylvee ignored his complaint. “Hurry, turn on the TV! Turn it on!” She insisted.

Punz grabbed for the TV remote, which he passed to Sylvee, who threw it at Sam. Sam yelped as he caught it, quickly punching a few buttons before Dream’s TV turned on with all the power of a raging sun in the pitch-dark room. Dream groaned at the flash of light, but once the pain subsided from his temples, he was able to see that Sam had set it to the local news station. On screen was Dream’s fiancé, Quackity. Like always, he was wearing an impeccable suit, this time navy with pink accents. His black hair was shining and swiftly pushed to the side. And what most viewers didn’t know – but Dream did – was that Quackity was also standing on a box to be taller on screen and fit in with the greenscreen in the back. Dream’s expression melted into something soft, smiling up at the TV screen.

“… and some early morning fog, giving way to sunny skies. Seventy-five degrees. A perfect day to stop by the old folk art and craft show down at the fairgrounds, or a perfect day to marry the love of your life.” Quackity turned to the camera and smiled softly. “Clay Greene, happy wedding day. I love you, baby.”

Dream smiled down at the TV lovingly. “I love you, too.”

Around him, his friends “awwed” jokingly, and Dream scoffed and pushed away Punz, who was leaning on him just a bit too much. “Yeah, yeah,” he said. “But you guys would understand if you were engaged.”

Sylvee gagged. “I don’t think anyone understands what you have with Quackity.”

For good measure, she took another blinding photo of Dream in front of the TV.

-

Getting ready for a wedding when you were one of the grooms was awfully time consuming and exhausting. Dream had hired professionals, like Quackity had wanted, to make sure everything was perfect. His was critiqued on his hair, his nails, his lashes, lips, and things he didn’t even know needed makeup or fixing. By the end of it, Dream didn’t want to see another makeup brush or hair stylist ever again. The only fun part of it was his friends, who were there with him every step of the way. Sylvee gave actual useful advice about makeup and styling, meanwhile Punz and Sam talked shit about the stylists by whispering their comments in his ears, forcing him to stifle his laughs.

They were just finished when Dream’s mother, Helen, walked into the room.

She took one look at Dream and gasped.

“Your hair!” She said, “what did you do to your precious curls?”

Dream looked up, surprised to see his mother at his house. She had been a big help with planning the wedding, but wasn’t a part of the bridesmaid party, and had opted out of waking up early to help Dream get ready. Dream had wanted her to have the least stressful day possible, seeing her son get married.

Dream reached up to touch his hair self-consciously. It was straightened, and because of that, was long enough to be put in a low bun, with loose pieces framing his face.

“Quackity wanted it straightened for the wedding,” he said, face red. He thought it looked nice. Besides, his curls were a hassle to deal with in the humidity and heat.

“And what about the dress you were going to wear?” She asked, looking concerned.

“Oh, Quackity thought we’d look better both in suits,” Dream said, shrugging.

“Quackity wants a lot of things,” his mother muttered.

Deram frowned. “Mom –”

“Oh, I know,” she said. She huffed. The mother and son duo, usually so close, had had a lot of arguments about Dream’s fiancé. Dream figured his wedding day would be no different, but then his mother surprised him: “You know I don’t like it, but … for today, I’ll keep my thoughts to myself. This is your wedding day, after all. And you look gorgeous!”

Dream smiled, bringing his mother in for a hug. “Thanks, mom.”

-

Dream thought the limo was a bit of an overkill, but Quackity only wanted the best for their wedding day, and Dream could at least admit that it made him feel special to be driven around by a chauffer. When they got to the church, his father – John – was the one to open the limo door for him. Dream stepped out, feeling like a million dollars in his pastel suit and with the limo – everything was perfect.

“Clay!” His father greeted, embracing Dream.

“Dad!” Dream said.

Dream’s father pulled a handkerchief out of his suit pocket to dab at his eyes. “Now, I want you to know that, even though I’m about to give you away … I will always be here to take care of you.”

Dream’s eyes suddenly felt wet. He and his father weren’t as close and he and his mother, but he knew he could always count on his father when he needed him. Dream had to resist the urge to wipe at his eyes, lest he ruin the mascara. “Don’t cry!” He scolded, “because then you’ll make me cry, and that’s just going to be a mess!”

“I just can’t help it!” John said.

Behind him, Dream’s mother appeared. She was beautiful in her dark navy jumpsuit, accented by silver jewelry. Her hair was let down in a small bob, naturally straight and blonde. She broke the embrace between the father and son, smiling. “Now, now, you two. Don’t go starting a cry fest on me. We’ve still got the whole wedding to get through before we can break down crying! Now, let’s go!”

The trio were quick to walk into the church, where over a hundred guests were already milling about.

“Hello, everyone!” Helen called out. “Attention, attention! Wedding starts in thirty minutes! Take a seat!”

Dream let his mother steam on ahead, hanging back. He wasn’t quite ready to face so many people and congratulations yet. Nonetheless, his plan of staying in the shadows until the wedding started were foiled when he heard his future mother-in-law behind him. “Ah! My beautiful son-in-law!”

Dream sighed, then put on a smile, turning around. “Hi, Mamá García.”

Mamá García, who insisted on being called “Mamá” by Dream, was a very welcoming and generous, but stubborn, woman. She was the reason Dream and Quackity were having their wedding in a church, despite it being a homosexual union. She was also the reason the whole wedding was paid for, and all Dream and Quackity had to worry about was the honeymoon. Today, she was wearing a light pink dress paired with a matching hat and heels.

“It’s like a fairytale,” Mamá García said, sniffling and dabbing at her eyes. “The weatherman and the weatherman’s wife. So romantic!”

“Weatherman’s husband,” Dream corrected her, gently. “But I know – isn’t it so romantic? Just think – this time tomorrow, I’m going to be in Paris! And someday, we won’t just be honeymooning there – Quackity will become an anchor or a foreign correspondent, and then we’ll travel all over the world.”

Mamá García smiled. “Clay, hijo, I have my fingers crossed for you and Alexis.”

-

Dream was finally able to get away from the wedding party and guests, choosing to hide out in a little gazebo in the gardens of the church. He was enjoying the sunlight and fresh air when he heard a sighing behind him.

“Wow,” a voice said, “you look beautiful.”

Dream spun around, catching sight of his fiancé. Quackity was wearing an impeccable black suit, not wanting to adhere to the pastel theme Dream chose for the wedding. But it was fine because Quackity looked absolutely amazing in the dark colour, accented by white and navy. He wore shoes with a two inch heel, making him five feet and eight inches, just a little bit taller. His hair was tousled by the wind, but no less shiny than it usually was. His dark eyes were bright as he looked upon Dream.

Dream smiled. “You do, too.” He saw Quackity’s smile falter and realised his mistake. “I mean, handsome. I mean … sorry, I’m just a little frazzled. There are so many people, and it just … it’s getting to me, you know? I’m not used to it.”

“Don’t worry, okay?” Quackity said, “We’ll be alone soon, just us.”

Quackity took a step forward, stepping into Dream’s space. Dream looked down at Quackity, smiling softly, and gave him a quick chaste kiss on the lips. He had to bend down to do so, despite Quackity’s heels. Dream was six feet and two inches tall, after all. But Dream thought the shortness only made Quackity even cuter. Dream grinned. “Ah, yes. Eating cheese and baguettes by the Siene, feeding each other chocolate crepes. We’ll have a great time in Paris …”

It was only then that he noticed Quackity grimacing. “What’s wrong?”

Quackity looked up at Dream with those big brown eyes – like boba, Dream thought – and Dream already knew he was going to forgive Quackity for whatever happened. “It’s just … well, there’s been a slight change of plans. We’re not going to Paris anymore.”

“What?” Dream asked. “Why not?”

“Because we’re going somewhere better!” Quackity said, grinning nervously.

“Better than Paris?” Dream asked, skeptically.

“Oh, yeah.”

“Where? Tahiti?” Dream asked, excited.

“Nope!” Quackity said. He paused for dramatic effect. “Fresno, California, baby!”

“Fresno!” Dream exclaimed. Then his brows furrowed. “… Fresno. In what universe is Fresno better than Paris, Quackity?”

Quackity grinned. “In the ‘I’ve got an audition to become channel twenty-three’s new evening anchor’ universe. I got the call from the general manager – he wants me to come in immediately! I cancelled our flights and hotels so that I could make the audition tomorrow. Isn’t that great?”

No, it was not great. Dream had been telling everyone how excited he was to go to Paris for months now – and he really was. He wanted to travel and eat exotic foods. He wanted to wake up next to Quackity for a week, sightseeing and making new foreign friends. But he couldn’t tell Quackity that – not when he was so obviously excited about his new job opportunity. Instead, Dream sighed and reigned in his disappointment. They were a team now. Sometimes you had to make sacrifices in marriage. This was just the first sacrifice he’d need to make, to make them work out. “Quackity, that’s … amazing! It’s … amazing. Fresno’s like a top fifty market, isn’t it?”

Quackity laughed. “Actually, it’s fifty-fifth, but we’re on our way, babe!” Then Quackity got a guilty look on his face. “Now look, about Paris …”

Dream was quick to stop Quackity, not wanting him to feel bad. “It’s okay. It’s fine! As long as we’re together, Fresno is the most romantic city in the whole world. I’m so proud of you.”

“Of us!” Quackity corrected. “Not just me – I mean, of course, me – but we’re a team now. You’re so proud of us.”

Dream smiled. Quackity always knew what to say to make him feel better. “Okay, hot shot. Now, get out of here – it’s bad luck to see each other before the ceremony.”

“Oh, come on,” Quackity said. “You know I don’t believe in that stuff!” He started to laugh as Dream jokingly shooed him away from the gazebo. “Okay, okay – I’ll be waiting for you at the altar … the handsome news anchor in the tux, alright? Love you!” His voice became distant as he laughed again. “There, I said it, world! I love Clay Greene!”

“I love you, too,” Dream whispered.

It wasn’t long after Quackity disappeared into the church that Dream heard something … strange. It was a deep rumbling and hissing sounds, like water poured onto a hot stove. He peered out of the gazebo, wondering if a wild animal had wandered to the church, but was shocked by what he saw in the sky – a huge meteor was hurtling right toward him! Dream gasped and was quick to leave the gazebo, running toward the church in hopes of some shelter.

Unfortunately, Dream’s running days were over when high school ended. And the meteor was only getting closer, and closer – until Dream’s entire world went dark.

-

Helen started looking for her son ten minutes to the wedding ceremony. She knew Alexis, her son’s fiancé, had gone to see Clay before the ceremony, as well. And as much as she didn’t like the man, she figured she could at least give them a little bit of time together before barging in and stealing Clay. But for some reason, even after she spotted Alexis back at the church, she couldn’t find her son anywhere.

“Clay!” She called out. No response. “Where could he be?” She muttered to herself. “Clay! Where are you?”  She spotted a little gazebo and walked toward it, thinking Clay might have chosen the gazebo as a respite from all the guests. That was when she finally spotted her son, sprawled out in a patch of spotty grass and dirt, looking like he was taking a nap. Helen gasped. “Clay – oh, Clay, where have you been?! It’s almost time for the ceremony. You’re going to be late!”

Helen pulled Clay up by the arms, having to steady him as he swayed on his feet. She made a disgusted face when she saw the dirt on his suit and the state his hair was in.

“I think I just got hit by a meteor …” Clay mumbled.

“Oh, Clay. Every bride feels that way on their wedding day,” Helen dismissed, too busy brushing the dirt off his suit to notice anything else.

“But I’m –”

“Yes, I know, I know – you’re not a bride, you’re a groom. But my goodness, look at you! You’re filthy! Thank God I have wipes in the car.” And with that, Helen pulled her son toward the parking lot. The entire time, Clay looked behind himself, wondering just where that meteor went.

-

Dream was feeling much better by the time his mother pulled him to the church, and he was only minimally late. His suit was back to being immaculate, thanks to his mother, and his hair had been fixed. Dream had no idea where the meteor went, or what happened back at the gazebo, but he was ready to put it all behind himself like it was some kind of horror daydream. After all, after double checking, there was no meteor to be found; and really, what were the chances something like that would happen on his wedding day, let alone any day? Dream would be dead if he actually got his by a meteor. So, he was happy to forget about the incident entirely to go forth with his wedding and happiest day of his life.

‘Here Comes the Bride’ played, ironically, as Dream walked down the aisle, arm in arm with his father. There were whispers from the guests as his father dabbed at his eyes, handing him off to Quackity. Dream dutifully stood two steps down from Quackity, knowing how much the height difference mattered to him. At least, this way, the two were closer in height.

Quackity turned to Dream, and his smile fell.

“Whoa – you’re glowing.”

“Thank you,” Dream said, smiling lovingly.

“No – no, Clay, you’re, like, really glowing. You’re green!” Quackity exclaimed.

Dream frowned, looking down at his hands. His skin had taken on a green tint, and even under his pastel green nail polish, his nails glowed fiercely. Dream turned his hands every which way, looking in shock and not quite believing it, as if somehow the green tint would go away. Quackity took a few steps away, up the stairs, and Dream, for once, had to look up into his brown eyes. He reached out for Quackity, scared.

That’s when everything went wrong.

Suddenly, Dream was at the same height as Quackity, despite the man being several steps above him. Quackity’s eyes widen in shock. Then the rest of the church starts to get smaller, like the roof was shrinking and getting closer, and closer. Dream gasped as he felt aches shoot through his body. Everyone looked smaller, suddenly, liked Dream blinked and his entire worldview shifted. He groaned, his head hurting, and reading up to grasp at his temples. “Oh, god ...”

In the distance, Dream thinks he hears his mother scream.

Quackity is looking shorter and smaller by the second, until Dream could literally pick him up in one hand if he wanted to. Quackity looked queasy. “What’s going on? What’s happening here?”

“You’re – you’re all shrinking,” Dream says, still startled. The world continues to grow smaller.

Quackity shakes his head. “No way! You’re growing!”

Dream watched the priest pull out his phone and furiously start punching in numbers. “Get me the government!” He screeches into the phone – like Dream is some sort of monster, some kind of danger that needs a SWAT team.

Dream feels tears prick at his eyes. “This – this can’t be happening,” he says, hyperventilating. He spots his fiancé starting to back away from him again, just as his back hits the ceiling. Dream is forced to his knees, the steps digging into his suit pants. He puts out his hands to steady himself, but as soon as he touches the stained-glass window, his hand goes through as if it’s paper, shattering it and sending shards everywhere. The guests are getting smaller again, the room is getting smaller, and Dream reaches out for Quackity, scared. “Quackity, wait – please, help me –”

“Santa mierda!” Quackity swears, just as Dream breaks through the ceiling.

There’s more screaming from the guests, and Dream watches as they all run out of the church, now having a view from fifty feet up in the air. Fifty feet – it hits Dream, suddenly, that he’s just decimated the church with his size alone, and he’s still growing. Not to mention that he’s lost sight of Quackity, who was still in the church when Dream broke through the roof.

“Quackity? Quackity?!” He called, getting even more scared by the second. If he hurt his fiancé, however accidentally, he doesn’t think he’ll forgive himself. Dream, still kneeling, the rubble getting smaller and smaller around him, starts to shuffle through the broken wood and stones, looking for Quackity. It was just then, as the world stills around him, that he lifts a beam – something that used to be four times his size and was now the size of a glass to him – that he finally finds Quackity underneath. Dream gasped and reached for him, grabbing him around the middle. Quackity was always smaller than him, but now he was the size of a small doll. He could fit in his hands.

What is happening? Dream thought, his first clear thought since this all began. This is insane!

Dream stood up, stepping out of the debris and rubble that used to be the church. He noticed, all around him, helicopters flying – and in the distance, lots of black vehicles and personnel in black. There was a crackling in his ears, like a radio, and muffled voices.

Quackity, in his hands, groaned. “Jesus, that hurt …” Then he seemed to realise where he was, because his eyes became as wide as saucers. “Clay?!”

“Thank god you’re okay!” Dream said. “But I don’t know what’s happening to me!”

“Don’t panic! Don’t worry!” Quackity reassured him. Then he looked down and gulped. “And whatever you do, don’t drop –”

“Quackity!”

Dream gasped as giant cables suddenly grabbed at his arm, out of nowhere, yanking Quackity away from him. Quackity screamed as he dropped, and Dream tried to grab for him, only to miss because more cables shot out of the vehicles, restricting his movement. Dream grunted as he fought against the cables, successfully pulling his arms out of them. While he missed Quackity, his fiancé was thankfully bounced off a small trampoline before hitting the ground. Dream was able to see and hear everything, almost like it was in slow motion – the screaming, the movement from the strange people in black, Quackity yelling at them “don’t you know who I am?!” – and suddenly it became too much.

More cables, more people in black, more helicopters – he hated it. “What are you guys?” He grunted as he fought more. He took a few steps away and heard more screams, and his eyes shot downward, only to see more people in black surrounding him by his feet. “What are you doing?” He demanded. “Stop it! Leave me be! Be careful with that – FUCK!”

Dream looked down and saw a giant – even to him – needle and syringe sticking out of his thigh. The syringe was empty, pushed all the way in. And it hurt like a son of a bitch.

Dream pulled the syringe out carelessly, throwing it somewhere behind him, not caring where.

There was a thud, and then another high-pitched scream.

Good.

Dream started to feel groggy as he fought against the cables, and he heard the people in black shouting. Around him, the world began to grow dizzy. His strength felt sapped.

“Watch those cables! He’s coming down!”

“Watch out!”

“Move it, move it, move it!”

“Pull, pull!”

Dream fell, the cables caught around his ankles and feet, and he hit the ground, hard. The entire area shook with his fall, and the pain in Dream’s head only increased when he knocked his chin against the ground. Tiny people swarmed him, but Dream only had eyes for his fiancé, who was in the middle of all them, staring at Dream as if he were a monster. More tears poured from his eyes.

“Quackity?” Dream groaned.

And then everything went dark.

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