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quotethemenevervore · 3 months ago

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I cast 6000 words of angst upon ye

Thank you squishy for proof reading : D

@poprockpanda I know you wanted to read it and @local-squishmallow figured you wanted a tag too lol

Content Warnings: soft, safe g/t vore, injuries, alcohol, thoughts of death and dying in multiple different ways, and of course, lots of fear.

(I’m also gonna warn slight body horror, not very much but there’s some descriptions that might squick people out)

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It had been a couple months since Dream had last been in Las Nevadas. Quackity built the country back up, better than before, and had finally opened it fully to the public. The casino was especially popular, and despite barely having any staff left, he and Foolish had been managing pretty well.

So when he saw a familiar white mask, and a bright green hoodie moving around the casino floor from the table where he was dealing a hand of Poker, needless to say pissed was an understatement. He politely excused himself from the table, summoned Foolish to take over and gave a pointed glance to the admin, and went to confront him.

“What do you want.” He didn’t have any visible weapons on him, but it meant nothing to the avian. “Relax, Quackity. I’m not here for a fight. I’m just here for a game.” “A game of what? You should know good and well you aren’t allowed in my country.” “A simple game of cards.” The blackette scoffed, turning on his heel to call for the demigod, but Dream tutted at him. “Ah ah ah. I have something that might be of interest to you.” Scowling, he turned back. “What?” “A game of cards. Whichever of us wins, gets to eat them.” “Eat-“ and his words died completely in his throat as the other finally revealed his hand, and his heart skipped a beat.

He could tell the color had drained from his face, ice having filled his veins at the sentence. It was the only words he could hear.

‘Whichever of us wins, gets to eat them.’

His eye flicked down, looking at the three shrunken men held captive in the admin’s hand. All three had the faces he imagined he had, teeth bared and eyes wide with disbelief and fear. It was only for the other two that Sapnap hadn’t just burned Dream, he knew that for a fact. Tommy was trembling, eyes open and brimmed with tears but not seeing. And Karl..

Well. He didn’t look so well. Satisfaction and worry warred against each other at the sorry state the brunette was in. Pale, sunken eyes, unkempt hair… it simply looked like he just stopped trying.

‘Or Dream did something to him before he brought him here.’

All at once, that satisfaction vanished, leaving anger to curl tightly in his core.

“Well?” “What game are we playing?” He gritted out, schooling his expression. The blonde grinned at the change of attitude. “Find us a private table, won’t you? We wouldn’t want the public knowing about this.” He shook his hand, jostling the three and getting yelps out of them. Quackity’s stomach twisted even further, and he walked past the admin, summoning him up to a playing table on a higher level. Secluded, away from everyone else.

“So what are we playing?” The avian pulled out a deck of cards, shuffling them while he waited for an answer. His eye remained trained on the other, ensuring no further harm came to the shrunken group. Dream seemed to sit in thought, and after a moment of contemplating, grabbed a nearby glass and dropped the trio into it, setting a coaster on top. A tawny brown liquid once filled the glass, but it had been drank to a thankfully miniscule amount, simply left there from the last party to have played at the table. Still, Quackity bit back a wince as he watched the liquor splash around them, soaking into their clothes and removing their air. Just as quickly, he flicked his hand over and moved the coaster, just enough to give them more.

He glared at Dream, unable to see his expression behind his new mask. “How about.. Blackjack?” Easy enough. He dealt the cards out, looking at his own. He just needed to get up to twenty, preferably twenty one. He did have a one in his hand, so perhaps he could get a perfect score. He laid his cards down, looking up at Dream, who did the same. “Hit me.” He grinned, dealing him another card.

They went back and forth for several rounds, both hitting to build up their scores, and Dream finally chose to stay. He hid his glee. He achieved it with the cards he had, that perfect twenty one. There was no way Dream had enough. And it was true, he laid his cards out to have twenty.

His hand reached for the glass, and Quackity grinned. “I don’t think so, Dream.” He laid out his cards, and watched Dream count them. And re-count them. Then growl, frustrated as he realized he’d lost. “They’re mine. Now get out.” “Not so fast, Quackity. You’re forgetting the other part of the deal.”

He swallowed. ‘Right, the whole eating them thing. What the fuck is wrong with him?’ “What if I don’t?” The masked head tilted to the side, before he spoke again. “Then I will.” “No the fuck you wont-“ Quackity reached for the glass, snatching it off the table and pointedly ignoring the yelps as the three inside collided with each other and the hard walls of the cup. Dream stood, stalking over to the avian’s side of the table as he tugged the glass to his chest. “What, are you going to care for them? We both know you’re not capable of that. It’d be easier to just get rid of them. This way, they’ll be useful.” “You’re the reason they’re this size to begin with.” “And if you don’t eat them, I’m taking them back and eating them. Tick tock.”

He scowled, looking between the mask and the three in the cup. The tiny, terrified faces peering back up at him broke his heart, and it took everything in him not to break then and there and try to comfort them. Especially Tommy, the poor kid was clinging to Sapnap with white knuckles, his wide eyes too haunted for his age.

There was one, and only one saving grace for them. One that Quackity didn’t even know for certain was true for him. As an avian, he was supposed to have an organ above his stomach, one that could safely hold the three until he could get them out of there. And out of Dream’s clutches.

There wasn’t another option with the time limit he’d been given. This was all he could do.

Steeling his expression into indifference, he glared into the eyes of the mask. “Fine.” He didn’t focus on who he grabbed first, quickly pulling them from the cup and popping them into his mouth.

It had to be Tommy or Karl. They were trembling too hard to be Sapnap, and too lanky to be the fireborn. He couldn’t tell which it was, but if he checked he’d lose his resolve. It’s not like he could really taste them anyway; all he tasted was the liquor they were covered in. Unpleasant memories swam to the forefront of his mind, and he pushed whoever it was back with his tongue to try and rid his mouth of the taste.

Sending them down dry was a mistake. It burned, even more so thanks to the alcohol, and he grit his teeth, swallowing hard to push them down faster. They screamed; it was so faint through the layers of muscle and flesh separating them, and unmistakably Tommy, and he swallowed again, this time in guilt as he knew he was causing the fear the teen felt this time.

He distracted himself with pulling another person from the cup, this one he knew being Sapnap because he immediately had to drop him back in the cup with a hiss that could barely be choked out due to the blonde currently blocking his windpipe. He was shouting, but Quackity’s mind was too fuzzy with pain and lack of oxygen to be able to decipher it. All he knew was he’d been burned, but he had to do this. He had to save them.

Another swallow and he gasped for air as Tommy was squished uncomfortably into his chest, sinking downwards too slowly for either of their sakes. His throat felt scratched all to hell, and he still had to do it two more times.

… He wasn’t going to be able to let them out immediately, was he?

This time, he looked down, and came to an even worse conclusion: Sapnap wouldn’t stop lighting himself on fire unless he was with Karl. He’d have to take both of them. It was honestly a feat that he hadn’t accidentally set the rest of the liquor on fire when he’d been dropped, but falling through the air likely put him out just in time. He knew the fireborn wouldn’t forgive himself if he’d accidentally hurt someone like that, especially in this circumstance. Which only made him feel even worse.

“Well?” Dream must have seen the calculating look on his face, because he piped up again. For a moment, he thought about letting the blonde take the other two. Let Sapnap burn him, and he honestly couldn’t care less what happened with Karl. But then that twisty dark tendril of guilt came back full force, along with Tommy squirming around as he finally pressed into an organ, only adding to the nauseating feeling, and he bit back a long-suffering sigh that would have made his throat feel worse.

This time, he wrapped his fingers around Karl first, then Sapnap and picked them both up at the same time. The fireborn realized too late that that was the intention, but then he decided that his claws would be a better solution. Quackity winced and beared with it, waiting for Karl to freak out so he knew what he was getting into. But he didn’t. He just kept staring off, eyes glassy. It was like he wasn’t even there. The guilt stabbed at his mind, and he swallowed, saliva somewhat soothing his scratched throat.

The cup was set back on the table, and Quackity debated his next move. He’d have to act like he was putting both of them in his mouth, and he would have to soak Sapnap. It was the only way he wouldn’t be able to ignite again.

“Don’t do this.” His voice grated at his conscience, and he bit back a retort. ‘Does it fucking look like I want to!?’ He screamed internally, raising them up to his mouth. Tommy was still shifting around, and it didn’t seem as panicked as before, so maybe he’s okay? Surely that means this is okay, they’ll be safe. Adjusting his hands to catch the brunette, he opened his mouth and tilted his hand so that he slid in. As soon as he felt all of the fireborn tumble into his maw, he shut his mouth with a click of his teeth, pulling Karl back. Sure enough, not only did Sapnap begin thrashing, but the limp form tumbled from one hand to the other he had moved to catch him. With him secure, he turned his attention back to the man using his tongue as a pin cushion, shoving him up to the roof of his mouth to stop him.

He’d been screaming the entire time, voice now hoarse as he continued screaming insults at the avian. ‘Right, because out of the options given I totally have another way to protect you.’ He pushed away the hurt, knowing he’d likely react the same were the roles reversed, and kept him pinned long enough for him to be soaked through with spit. The alcohol stung the wounds on his tongue as he pushed the fireborn back, his claws unrelenting as they dragged back with the rest of his body.

He was going to tear his throat up. He should have done Karl first.

The realization gave him pause. If Sapnap tore his claws through his throat, he wouldn’t be able to swallow Karl. Dream would probably take him. He entertained the thought, but that weird feeling reared it’s ugly head, and he sighed. Then he tilted his head forward and released the blackette out into his free hand. Without waiting for him to become aware, he slipped Karl into his mouth instead, the built up saliva from before making it easier for him to immediately move him back and swallow.

Like Tommy had, his lanky form gave the avian trouble, and he had to swallow again just to fully get the brunette into his throat. He was still unnervingly still, just shaking as he was pulled further down.

There was one left, and Dream would leave. And he could protect them, and save them from whatever terrible fate the admin had to offer. He looked down to the final man, who’s temperature had risen to an almost unbearable point, who’s eyes had widened when he realized he couldn’t light himself on fire and free himself. His claws had already sunk into the flesh of the thumb holding him still, but the silent, fearful resignation on his face meant he knew it was useless.

Even if he had the ability to escape, he’d still be shrunk, and Dream probably would find another way to incapacitate him. ‘Likely worse than Quackity.’ He retracted his claws, surprised to find his hands were trembling. His fate was dangled over his head like a string, why is he surprised that he’s scared? He either dies to his former best friend or-

Fingers gently wrapped around his waist and lifted him up, and he realized which one was going to be his executioner as he was pressed back into the dark maw that had formerly held him. ‘At least he isn’t biting us,’ the hysterical thought came across his mind, and he choked on a sound between a laugh and a sob. There was no point in fighting, he could shred the flesh inside Quackity’s mouth and insides but it wouldn’t change his fate. He might as well just let him do what he wanted.

He was pushed back quickly, and he closed his eyes as the gaping throat before him ensnared his arms and dragged him in with a swallow.

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Quackity prayed to everything he ever believed in that he wasn’t imagining how avian anatomy worked. If it wasn’t real- no, it’s real. It has to be real, he can’t cope with the alternate reality that’ll come if he’s wrong. He can’t be the one behind their deaths. He can’t be.

It didn’t feel like they were in his stomach, too uncomfortably close to his lungs for that. But he didn’t know for certain, and he can’t guarantee their safety..

He wasn’t sure if the lack of oxygen he was getting was because of the fact the trio were blocking his lungs from fully expanding or if it was the panic attack. Or both. Probably both.

Dream had been uncannily silent through the entire exchange, but now that it was done, gave an amused hum that reminded the avian of his unwanted presence.

“Now, was that really so hard?” “Get out!” He snarled, glaring icily at the mask, and surprisingly the admin relented, getting up from the table and moving towards the door. He moved to stand up, to completely throttle Dream for what he’d just made him do, but without a stable mindset, his feet stumbled uncooperatively under him, and by the time he’d finally forced himself to his feet, the man was long gone.

“Bastard.” He ground out from his clenched teeth, anger and nausea and panic creating a horrible storm within him. Another deep, but not entirely fulfilling breath, and he pulled himself together. He needed to get to his office, lock himself in. They were still moving, mainly the warmest of the three as they settled down, so that was a good sign, he had time. He had to be presentable though, or someone was going to ask questions, and he didn’t have time for questions.

One of the walls in the private room was mirrors, for that he was grateful for as he stepped closer to evaluate himself. Hair messy, tie and shirt undone and out of place, tear tracks drying on his face. Most of those were fixed easily, but the next issue came from the fact that there was a slight bump in his shirt now that it was tucked back in. It was too high up for it to be his stomach, he kept telling himself that, and now he had to tell himself it wasn’t too noticeable as well.

Leaving the door to the room open, he peered out the balcony to make sure no eyes were on him, and briskly made his way to the elevator.

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When Sapnap finally was squeezed into the fleshy chamber, he expected the worst. He expected Tommy to be gone, Karl following close behind and..

Well, Tommy being whole, alive and sitting across from him wasn’t what he was expecting, to say the least. “About time. Welcome to hell.” The statement startled a laugh out of him, hand resting against Karl’s shoulder as he settled in beside him and tugged the brunette up to lay against him. “How are you- how are we okay?” In the dim light emitted by his eyes, he saw the blonde give a half shrug. “If I remember right, I think Big Q has a crop. So, we’re not actually in his stomach.” “A.. what?” “A crop. Avian hybrids got em. It’s supposed to help them eat or something like that. ‘T’s what Wilbur told me back in L’Manburg at least. He just used his to hide stuff he didn’t want anyone else taking.” ‘Right, he’d forgotten that Wilbur was also an avian hybrid.’ “So.. we are safe?” “I think so. At least, he hasn’t tried pushing us any further. That’s gotta mean something.” The confirmation made him slump against the stomach wall in relief, a shaky breath escaping him as his temperature dropped. He blinked, surprised to find tears dripping down his face, and looked back up to find the teen looking at him with a saddened smile.

“I’d honestly be surprised if Quackity was planning on hurting you guys.” Immediately, the fight came to his mind, and he shook his head. “Not anymore.” “It’s my fault.” He jumped at the voice, looking to the one who had spoken. Karl remained limp, eyes still glazed over and despondent. “This is my punishment. I should have done better.” “Karl.. what do you mean by that?” “I failed. I failed again. I always fail.” A deep breath shook the brunette’s entire body. “What are you talking about?” “Why would xe do this though? It’s just cruel.” He laughed, too hysteric for its own good. “I can handle the others, why did he have to use my time’s people?”

“Maybe it’s the alcohol? We were stuck in that glass a while. I still feel lightheaded.” “I’m surprised we’re all not drunk.” After all, what would it mean for them if their captor was drunk? They could be pushed down unintentionally- his core flared at the thought, and a sharp inhale from above made him realize he may have gotten too hot. He was torn between going further, burning the avian from within or trying to behave to improve their chances of escaping alive. Karl quieted back down, stewing in his own thoughts again, and Sapnap let him.

The organ they were in was swaying, and it took the three a moment to recognize Quackity was moving. There was also a rumble from above, and maybe the alcohol was affecting him, because it took him a minute to realize that they were being spoken to.

“-on, I have to get away from the crowd, just hang on, don’t do anything.” Sapnap opened his mouth, ready to retort, to ask why they should if he’s not even guaranteeing their safety, when he caught Tommy’s eye as he shook his head. “I think Dream’s still around. If he knows Big Q isn’t gonna kill us, he might just wait around and..” his mouth slammed shut with a wince, and he looked down at his fidgeting hands.

Sapnap counted about three minutes before the swaying stopped, and the walls around them seemed to relax further. “Are you guys okay?” “..What do you fucking think, Quackity!?” “Physically. Are you okay physically?” The sudden panic in his voice, the heart near them beginning to throb rapidly enough to make his head pound, and he pressed a hand into the wall beside him, trying to separate the throbbing from his body. “Stop, stop, we’re fine. Physically.” Tommy was cringing, his hands over his ears, until the heartbeat slowed back down, not shaking the organ they were in as much as before.

“Well,” the blonde started weakly. “At least we know we’re too high up to be in his stomach.” “I wasn’t gonna put you in my stomach.” The avian huffed in reply. “You guys are too high up anyway, I can’t breathe properly because of it.” It was said light heartedly, but the fact that he admitted he wasn’t planning to just up and eat him so Dream couldn’t stirred something warm within the fireborn.

“You knew, then.” The organ heaved as the larger sighed. “..yea. I did.” It.. didn’t sound convincing. Rather, it sounded like Quackity was trying to convince himself. “You.. don’t sound that sure of that.” Terror, icy and suffocating, snared his throat and he gasped out a breath. Just as quickly, the larger was talking again.

“I didn’t know for certain if I had one. It’s not exactly something I consciously think about. But even if I didn’t, I wasn’t planning on keeping you there. I just needed to get you away from him.” “Then what are you going to do to us?”

The avian didn’t have an answer for that, and he scoffed, curling up further. “At least spare Tommy.” “None of you are going to die.” Quackity’s voice was steely, leaving no room for argument. ‘So he’s just setting up for something worse, then.’ He wasn’t dumb, Dream had prattled on and on on the ways Quackity had tortured him in the prison after shrinking him, and he knew that something had changed his fiancé and it was not for the better. And they had pissed him off and broke off their engagement to him because Karl had forgotten about the plan.

Karl. He couldn’t go after Quackity after that argument because Karl was breaking down, sobbing and calling him different names. And he knew that Quackity probably held that against him.

The tension was palpable, further thickening the muggy air they had to breathe. Finally, the silence was shattered. “I need a health pot. For all of us. Then I’ll let you out.” “All of-“ At once, he memory of what he’d done to the larger came back to his mind, and he promptly shut up. The silence returned, but this time it was due to the fact that their captor was doing… something. “Is Karl okay?” “As okay as he’s gonna be. We’re soaked in alcohol and prime knows what else, so he’s loopy.”

The avian sighed, moreso in relief than anything, which surprised the trio stuck in his gut. “You guys moved around enough that I knew you were okay, but he.. he hasn’t moved at all.” “Yea, he’s physically okay, Q. He might just be exhausted.” “Okay.” They went back to the silence, the damned silence that kept infiltrating the peace. But there was no peace, none to be had in this situation.

“Health pot’s ready. I’m not drinking much, I don’t want to drown you guys.” “Okay.” And true to his word, only a trickle of the pink liquid joined them, shimmering as it joined the fluids soaking the trio and healing any bumps and bruises they had gained before they were forced into Quackity’s hands.

Now that they were healed, the question came back to Sapnap’s mind. “What now? What happens to us now?” Silence. The damned silence. “Quackity.” “You want the truth, Sapnap? I don’t know what to fucking do.” It surprised him, and he straightened up a bit. Karl remained curled where he was. “Have you ever heard about anything like this? Getting shrunken? Cause I sure as hell have never heard about this here. What am I supposed to do? Can it be fixed? Or does fucking Dream have to undo it?” His name was spoken with so much venom it made both of the aware tinies flinch, and he immediately took a breath, calming himself.

“It’s not like I can go to anyone else. I can ask Foolish, but I really doubt he’s seen anything like this either.” “What about Phil?” Tommy asked. “Phil will kill me if I step foot on his property. If I message him and say ‘hey, your son’s like five inches tall but it’s okay because I fucking ate him to get him away from a psychopath’-“ “Let me do the messaging, Big Q. Phil’s old, he’s probably seen something like this before.”

‘Bad might know something like this.’ He immediately cut that thought off. Bad was beyond helping them. Bad was beyond help himself. ‘Just another person I’ve lost.’ Losing himself in those thoughts, that grief, he didn’t realize more had been said, until their surroundings jostled roughly. He wrapped his arms tightly around Karl in a panic, eyes frantically scanning their surroundings. “Relax, Sapnap. He’s letting us out.” He sighed, letting his body relax, but he still kept his grip on his fiancé.

Sure enough, the walls squeezed in, almost unbearably tightly, and then when they relaxed, he realized Tommy was gone. There was a pause, likely the teen getting released from the other’s mouth.

“Sap, I don’t think I can bring you both up at the same time. You gotta let Karl go.” ‘Oh, Tommy told him I was holding him.’ Hesitancy held his limbs firm. What if he wasn’t going to bring Karl up? He was still mad at Karl, he knew he was. There’s no way he’d just push the fight behind them like this because they’re vulnerable. What if he gets let out first and Karl just gets pushed down?

“Sap, let him go. I’ll try bringing him up first, if that’s what you want.” Something pressed in, and he realized it was a hand. Quackity’s hand. With a shaky breath, he laid further down in the organ, pulling Karl on top of him before releasing his grip. “Okay.” Again, the organ squeezed them uncomfortably tightly, and he actually felt Karl get pulled away from him, pulled up. The walls relaxed, and he was alone.

A moment passed, but he was calmer than before. Karl was let out. At least right now, he knew the other was safe. Then it was his turn, and he was squished uncomfortably against the walls, shoved upwards to be released. When the suffocatingly tight confines released, his eyes opened and he found himself looking at a familiar gold fang. The area was flooded with light, and two fingers came in and wrapped around his waist, pulling him out and introducing him to cool air once more.

He was quickly set down on a soft surface, and he looked down to find a washcloth. He took a hold of the closest corner, bringing it up to scrub at the saliva coating his form. When he was as dry as he could be, he took a deep breath, and looked up to his giant captor.

For a moment, they just stared at each other, hesitance and worry filling the air. Then Quackity’s eye shifted to the side and he yelped, lunging forward. Only then did Sapnap realize that Karl was no longer on the desk. “Fuck, what the fuck are you doing!?” There, held securely in the avian’s hand, was his fiancé, who finally had a reaction other than apathy. “I don’t wanna do this anymore! Let me go!” “Karl, what-“ “Not if you’re gonna pull some stupid shit like that again. Are you trying to fucking kill yourself?!”

“Why do you care!? You’re not real! You’re not my Quackity, he’s not my Sapnap! Let me leave this stupid tale already!” Karl gasped for breath, choking on sobs as he thrashed desperately in his grasp. “What are you talking about? Sapnap, what is his problem?” “I- Tommy said he might be drunk.” That gave the giant pause, and he took Karl’s expression in.

He did appear flushed, but otherwise he didn’t look drunk in any way. He could even pass off the color on his cheeks to having just gotten out of what he imagined was a swelteringly hot environment. Using his thumb, he raised the tiny’s head so he could see his eyes, and despite the tears that had not ceased in the slightest, they appeared normal. They were shifting through multiple colors, yes, but that was just cause he seemed to be having a full on breakdown. His pupils weren’t pinpricked, not dilated, just… normal.

Which meant… either Karl had gone insane, or something was wrong.

“..I don’t think he is drunk.” Quackity spoke softly. Tommy frowned, thinking over what he had said. “What did he mean, ‘this wasn’t real’? What’s a tale?” “He’s said something like that before, talked about a tale. But I thought he was just talking about a story in his library.” “I think it might be something more serious than that.”

Karl finally started to calm down, hiccupy sobs continuing to leave him as he collapsed against his holder’s hand. He was set back on the table, Quackity’s hand still around him as the avian situated himself to lay his head on the table to be eye level with them. If he wasn’t so bone-numbingly exhausted, he’d take the opportunity to throw himself off the desk again. As it were, he simply remained limp in his hold.

“Can you answer us? What’s a tale?” He shook his head. He can’t tell them, they wouldn’t accept it- or.. maybe that’s what he needs. He needs to die, so he can get back to his time. In the time he debated whether he should tell them or not, they’d begun talking to each other again.

“He said something weird earlier. About it being his fault. And that he failed, it was his punishment, and he mentioned something about like.. ‘his time’s people’?” Tommy was surprised he recollected it at all, but it had seemed so quaint leaving the brunette's mouth that it seemed to cement itself in his mind.

“I’m a time traveler.” The sudden phrase silenced everyone in the room, all of them looking in shock at the words. “Uh.. you sure he ain’t drunk, Big Q?” “This is just another tale. Another time of me traveling through time. It’s closer to our time than xe usually makes me do, and I still don’t know what the purpose of this tale is. There’s supposed to be a story, a cautionary tale, a lesson to be learned, but-“ “Karl.” He stopped, looking up at the larger.

This time, when the fingers came up, Karl let them manipulate his body. Maybe they’d snap his neck, that’d be quick. Except, they only brushed through his hair, running over his head, watching his expression for any kind of reaction. Eventually, they withdrew, going back to holding him. “Sap, I can’t check well enough. See if he’s got a head injury.” “I don’t have a head injury. This is just another tale. I don’t understand why you won’t just kill me already. They all do.” “Karl, this isn’t a tale. This is real.”

He squirmed, the grip around him becoming tighter. “Quit with the lying, I know it’s not real. I figured it out, XD can stop playing with me this time. Kill me and let me go home.” “XD?” Sapnap breathed. He knew that name. It was the name of the deity he’d encountered in the woods. The deity that promised his erasure from existence if he killed Dream.

A sick feeling flooded his stomach as he realized that maybe Karl wasn’t lying, or crazy. Maybe.. that’s why he was losing his memory. Why he’s been calling Sapnap by different names.

“James.” He blurted out. Karl looked to him. “When was James? Who was he?” “Sapnap’s ancestor. I met him at a masquerade centuries ago. I.. I failed to protect him.” ‘Another name. Think, Sapnap. “Mason?” “Wild West. Another of Sapnap’s ancestors, he was in an outlaw group that was terrorizing a small town. We wound up in a shootout. He died.” It was painting a.. really, really horrible image. Quackity looked disturbed at how easily Karl talked about these things, as if it were just second nature. “Uh, you mentioned a Helga before, I think?” “Quackity’s ancestor. Centuries ago, she got the plague and tried spreading it to her village but she got murdered instead.” Sapnap reeled back, an awful realization freezing him in place.

“Is this why you don’t remember anything? You don’t remember us leaving El Rapids, or our plan to get George his throne back in the SMP? Is this why you didn’t remember Quackity was our fiancé?” “Yeah. And now you know. So are you going to kill me or not? I want to go home, to my time so I can keep forgetting and wither away in peace.” He hissed out, tears welled in his eyes once more.

Sapnap and Quackity shared a glance. “No.” The avian answered, tightening his grip only enough to keep Karl from squirming out of it when the word processed in his head. “Then let me go so I can do it myself!” “Karl, we’re not in a tale, or whatever it is. I’m sorry, big man.” Tommy tried to help, finally coming back to the conversation. “No, it has to be. Because if it isn’t, then..” Sapnap poked at the large fingers, and hesitantly, they pulled away enough for him to slip into the grip as well. “Karl, why didn’t you say anything?” He wrapped his arms around the brunette, surprised when arms circled around him. “Because I was scared.” He choked out. “I shouldn’t have said anything, is-“ he pulled back to look the fireborn in the eyes. “Is this actually real?” “Yes. It’s real, Karl. We’re here.” “I’m in trouble.” He breathed, eyes glazing over in panic. “I shouldn’t have said anything, xe’s going to punish me, I’m not allowed to say anything-“ “I’m not letting xem hurt you again.”

“Xe’s a god, Sapnap. You can’t do anything to stop xem.” “Then I guess we’re just gonna have to hide you from xem.” Quackity spoke up. The brunette’s head snapped up, making eye contact before he shook his head.

“You’re mad at me.” “Karl, how can I be mad at you now that I know the truth? You couldn’t help your memory, hell, for all I know you probably thought I was one of my ancestors who killed you.” “You hate me.” He tried, but Quackity shook his head. “I never stopped loving you. Either of you. I thought I wasn’t wanted anymore.”

“I..” his voice cracked, and the tears spilled over again. “I’m so sorry.” “It’s not your fault, Karl. We never could have known. I’m sorry for not trying to figure out what had happened.” “It’s.. it’s okay.”

“Glad that’s settled. Now, can we please call Phil!?” Tommy groaned throughly done with the sappy interactions before him, and Quackity chuckled wetly. “If you can say with one hundred percent certainty he won’t kill us on sight.” “Let me do the talking, Big Q. I’m a persuasive man.” He rolled his eyes, but pulled out his communicator. “For our sakes Tommy, you’d better be right.” He pulled his hand, the one with his fiancés in it, up towards his chest, giving them the best hug he could at their size. Hopefully, Phil could help them out. After all, he now had a god to fight, and two lovers he needed to catch up with.

Oh, and the ex-prisoner to get rid of so he couldn’t pull this schtick again.

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #mcyt vore #tw vore #look! content! surprising coming from this account /j

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