Quackity immediately spun around, backing up a little. yeah, this is Sapnap, the look of anger gave it away. plus the hair and frankly nice chest.. Quackity! Focus dammit!
"oh- uh-- heyyy mannn! Hey sappy nappy! how's- how's it going? how's the family?"
Sapnap rolled his eyes, unsheathing his axe, and moving towards Quackity slowly.
"look, I'm not going to waist time on you. I'm going to give you about 10 seconds head start before I come after you, and you better wish you're faster then me, ducky."
Quackity didn't even take another second to breathe; he just grabbed Slimecicle and ran, ran for his life. He could hear Sapnap counting, and he was already kind of far away when he hit 0. But that didn't stop the demon. It took barely a couple seconds before Sapnap caught up to him, but Quackity was able to dodge the axe swing, which slowed Sapnap down. Quackity even used his wings to get him going slightly faster, but even that didn't help enough.
Quackity's heart was racing. this- this was where he was going to die. He would going to die here. He didn't- he didn't tell Karl about the gift, he didn't tell George about the secret exit, he didn't-
he was stopped in his thoughts when he got shoved aside, and quickly snapped back into reality. when he looked up, he was immediately convinced this was some kind of dream. after all, he.. he hasn't seen these men since one was being abused by dream, and the other had been in a casket.
there, stood two men. both tall and pale, but one had bright yellow hair and blue eyes, with a white shirt and red overcoat, and the other had dark brown eyes, patchy skin, and brown hair, with a thin, sliver line through it.
"Oh Sapnap, I'm going to have to stop you right there."
the man with the sliver line spoke smoothly, but he wasn't trying to hide his intent. Sapnap laughed out of disbelief, and rested his axe up on his shoulder.
"and who says? a old dude and a child?"
that made the sliver lined man laugh, but the other got angry at it.
"He's with us, dickhead!"
Sapnap raised an eyebrow, seeming curious. he let the child help Quackity and Slimecicle up, before asking:
"and who is us?"
the man with the sliver line raised an eyebrow.
"oh come on, you don't remember me? does the name Wilbur ring any bells?"
Sapnap paused, thinking for a second before his eyes got wide.
"wait, but- but he was dead."
Wilbur chuckled a little and crossed his arms, seeming pleased with the reaction.
"I was dead, yes. but now? now I'm alive, and I'm ready to kick your sorry ass back to your group of rejects."

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FanfictionThis fic is a enemy to lover's Dream not found, so if you don't like that, scroll and don't leave hate. I'll just delete it. {this is a Mafia au as well, just because I can.} Dream and George had a pretty bad falling out after a already bad enough f...