🌸𝕄ℂ𝕐𝕋 𝕆ℕ𝔼𝕊ℍ𝕆𝕋𝕊🌸 (SMALL HIATUS)

🌸Quackity🌸 - Drunken Wishes

Request by: Squished_Cherries
Art by taka_soap on Instagram.

TW: Blood and descriptions of gore and death. Also NOT a ship fic!*

PLEASE READ THIS IN DARK MODE

Words: 2877

Days in the SMP were, strange now. For months now everyone had been fighting against the next biggest threat, sacrificing their nations and lives to protect others. Schlatt died of a heart attack. Wilbur blew up himself and L'manburg. Technoblade was seemingly finished with his governemental hate and had moved back up to his retirement home. And finally, the true villain Dream, was locked up in Pandora's Vault. The server had seemingly slowed down, now that anyone was complaing. A quiet and boring server is much better than a dangerous one I suppose.

Quackity was busy however. He didn't have time to mourn or get over his trauma. He had a business to run. Maybe it was the after affects of being with Schlatt, but capitalism was starting to look pretty interesting. The only good thing that came out of their relationship other than some alcohol and the touch of another person was some business tactics. He was an asshole but he knew what he was doing. The business had only existed for about a month now, and the only transaction he had been offered was from Puffy.

Puffy was like Schlatt, expect a lot nicer, not a male, cared about him and actually nothing alike. They just have a somewhat similar appearance. Speaking of. The first time Puffy showed up here after Schlatt's death, Quackity had mistaken her for Schlatt coming back from the grave and ended up just staring at her for an uncomfortable amount of time. They didn't exactly get along the start, but Puffy soon seemed to get along with everyone.

Today, Tommy had came to visit him. He doesn't even remember giving out his location to Tommy but they're good friends so he doesn't really mind. "BIG Q!" Tommy ran up to him, engulfing in a suprisingly firm hug. Tommy never hugged people, he was too proud to do that. "Hello Tommy. What's with the hug?" The two quick retracted as they all sat down at some random table in the back, Quackity didn't want to be funny right now, he just wanted business opportunities. Tommy was annoying and kind of a bitch at times, but he does bring along a lot of traction and business; and Quackity needs that.

Sam, the only person who could currently keep the hyper teen under control, had accompanied him, sighing and beginning to explain as Tommy mumbled over his words; "We're going to bring Wilbur back." Quackity payed more attention at this. They may of been political enemies, but when Quackity joined Pogtopia they had gotten along quite well, Quackity had missed his good old friend. "Seriously? But how? Dream just isn't going to give up that book!" Quackity asked back, leaning back on his chair and crossing his arms with a skepticial look. Tommy smirked, unveiling a musty old book from his backpack, "Boom, bitch!"

"No fucking way. We're basically immortal now! We can bring back anyone who's died!" Quackity smiled, his mind flooding with all of the things he once thought to be impossible now possible. With death out of the way, what need is there for danger or worry! "Not everyone obviously." Sam muttured under his breath, being a bit louder than he wanted as the others heard. "Wh- Oh, yeah." Tommy quick caught on as he carefully put the precious book back away.

"..Who?" Quackity asked hesitantly, watching as Sam and Tommy shared a glance. "Well, Schlatt obviously. I think Wilbur just needs some help, Schlatt was crazy since he arrived." Tommy explained, for once not shouting and screaming and being sincere. "Ah." Was the only response Quackity could muster, nodding his head as memories of the two together seemed to race past. "Me and Tommy just thought we should let everyone know, just in case we miss any dead pets. We're going to go set up the stand, it'll be by the ruins of L'manburg. Feel free to stop by." Sam explained, gesturing to Tommy to leave as they left Quackity to his business.