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Quackity wished the events of the prior day were all a daydream, that he'd be startled back to reality by a concerned companion shaking him vigurously, he waited for it to happen.
Yet it never did.
And so, he could only daydream of everything it could've happened between the two if he were to be different. If he were to not be selfish. The two would've never been through the hell he created, they'd be the best of companions. He'd have his arm wrapped around the other as they would've laughed at some weird joke the slime would've said.
But they couldn't. And it was because of him. The slime went through everything he tried to protect him of. All because of some dream that would've never happened, that failed before it ever started.
Quackity also daydreamed of how he would've died. He'd probably smile as he'd hit the ground, he'd wake up in his bed, his whole body still in shock as he'd replay the thing his companion told him and he'd agree in his mind. He'd promise Slime, even if he wouldn't be sure if he ever heard his promise, that he wouldn't let his last life go to waste. That he'd be better, for him.
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Morning rolled on, the slime waking up slowly as the light seeped through his eyelids. He saw his broken, used-to-be-dirtied glasses on the bedside, close enough to be grabbed by him yet far enough he wouldn't accidently hit them in his sleep. As he made out the things inside the room, he could tell the winged leader was on the balcony, looking out somewhere.
He didn't wait too long to appear in the doorway, the leader looking as if he was exhausted. He guessed he startled the leader a bit, when he was inches away from him, trying to look at the same direction as him.
"I'm sorry."
Quackity said, not daring to look at the other. He was scared that if he'd look, the other would be disgusted and would leave him.
"You were... Right. When I first saw you, you were nothing but a tool in my eyes. But... You showed me- you made me hope I could be better. I wanted to be better, for you."the leader confessed, a sad expression plastered as he continued.
" You trusted me foolishly, and I took it as a opportunity. But you didn't think one second I was using you, you trusted me. And as much as I hated it, I wanted to trust you too. And I did. But I was bad to you."
Only then, the other looked at the slime. The slime... How he missed the carefree, the smiling and curious slime. He now had that god-dammed expression of a adult who's inner child was killed and he hated it.
" You don't deserve to stick around. You deserve the world, Slime. Go live your life, whenever you want to take your revenge, I won't try to fight you."
And he smiled, he couldn't try to force the other to stay and if he wanted vin dead, he'd jump off the building for him.
" The only thing I want you to ask of you, is to give yourself a name. I've wanted to give you one, but.... You deserve to give yourself one."
He looked back at Las Nevadas, he'd be grateful for even an answer. His selfish heart wanted an answer, even the most insulting answer would be good. It would satisfy him.
" Quackity from Las Nevadas...... All humans who have a life have a home. And this is my home... I don't know what I will do, but I won't leave you or Las Nevadas. I've promised you, that I wouldn't let you turn to dust. I won't be the one to turn you into dust. You are a bad person... But.. We all are. "