• 7 ~ Imagination •

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by your-local-ghosty

by your-local-ghosty

                                        
                                                  Quackity woke up.
This time the pain was creeping up his forearm.
When Quackity looked down at his forearm it was covered in the corruption.
Quackity's eyes widened. 
Quackity's head was still pounding. He sighed and got up again.
So he said that it's my imagination... What if this is one dream that I'm imagining and the real world is waiting for me?
Quackity walked down a dark hallway when arms rapped around his waist.
Quackity tried to scream, but was pulled into a dark room only illuminated with red LED lights.
This reminds me of 'my room' in the first dream...
Quackity then got put on the bed. Above him was Wilbur. 
Wilbur bent down and started kissing Quackity's neck.
Quackity whimpered.
IT'S NOT REAL, ALEX!
Quackity pushed Wilbur away. 
"Why are you here, demon?!" Shouted Quackity. Wilbur grinned.
"You tell me. I'm in you're dream. Ha! I'm in you're coping mechanism!" Laughed Wilbur.
"Wake up." Said Wilbur.
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Quackity woke up, yet again.
Quackity's right eye was blinded somehow. He looked in a mirror beside the bed.
Quackity's right side of his body was corrupted.
Quackity wasn't even surprised anymore. He was used to this. 
Quackity put a hand on his right eye. 
Quackity's brows frowed. 
He said this was a 'coping mechanism'. What dose that mean?
Quackity then got up and went to find 'Wilbur'. 
Quackity walked into the dining room to find 'Wilbur' sitting a one of the chairs.
Quackity walked up to 'Wilbur'.
"How is this a coping mechanism?" Asked Quackity.
'Wilbur' laughed. "CAUSE YOU'RE BEST FRIEND DIED, IDIOT!" Laughed 'Wilbur'.
Quackity's eyes widened as the room turned red and lava spilled onto the ground.
Quackity didn't get hurt by lava so he didn't need to worry about it.
On the other hand, 'Wilbur' started burning to a crisp.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!" Screamed 'Wilbur' before he was drowning in the lava.
Quackity started to cry.
One of my best friends are dead...?
Quackity felt a hand on his shoulder.
Quackity's hole body was corrupted and full of pain.
"Love. I need you to wake up for me alright?" Said a voice that sounded like Wilbur. ACTUALLY like Wilbur.
Quackity turned around to hug Wilbur but he was gone. 
Quackity fell to the ground.
Tears streamed down Quackity's face.
"No..." Said Quackity.
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Quackity woke up.
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Bestie is dead.