Cast off the Cliff

Pheonix

(Content Warning: Heavy gore, strong language | this fanfic involves Technoblade | c! )

Who's my first target?

Sapnap.

Quackity struggled against his restraints, rolling on the floor, muttering various objections that were muffled due to his gag. It's always hard to look at a man who is so desperate and at their lowest point, and it didn't help that Quackity was writhing around on the floor at this point mere inches away from the already decaying corpse of Sam.

The cherry on top of the horror sundae was the desperation in Quackity's eyes as he looked up at Techno, the fate of his partner lay in the hands of the man he had actively tried to hunt down months prior.

"Sapnap? Aren't you guys practically brothers?"

"We were. Till he betrayed me. Plus he has my armor and I want it back."

Although Dream's reasoning sounded like something a twelve-year-old would say, Techno wasn't surprised, Sapnap was one of the strongest warriors who could easily beat almost anyone, even Dream- hell he'd even give Techno a run for his money. While Philza was on house arrest he had a lot of free time, and he dedicated most of which to learning about important figures and factions in the area. Techno had skimmed through Philzas notes from time to time and he had remembered reading about Sapnap's stats briefly. He has three lives left. Techno recalled then made a mental note, Dream didn't say kill Sapnap three times, all he would really be doing is taking away a life, one single life. That was the deal.

"Take care of Sapnap and we can discuss the next target."

More fits of discontent and objection burst from Quackity. Dream shot an intense look down at him before he kicked him in his stomach. Quackity curled up into a tighter ball on the floor and the sounds he would make were haunting. Techno had to look away shaking his head softly. The man seemed to have been beaten to within an inch of his life several times over. Techno knew he was testing his luck but he couldn't help but try to make one more condition.

"One more thing. You let him go."

Techno demanded as he gestured to the tortured brunette writhing on the floor.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

"Why the fuck would I agree to that?"

"If you want to use me as your assassin I have conditions of my own. Quackity is one of them."

"You're in no position to negotiate."

"But I am. I already know you are just looking for a reason to bring Tommy back, you're just trying to get me to do some of your dirty work before you bring him back. I'm willing to be your pawn, but Quackity is non-negotiable."

Dream remained silent for a minute or so, gods know what was going on in his twisted mind in that minute.

"What are your other demands?"

"You let Quackity go. I get to be in the room when you revive Tommy. And I won't kill any kid."

Normally that last one would be obviously off-limits but with Dream, it was a necessary clarification. Techno continued,

"Finally, once this is all over I'm done with you. No more deals, no more favors, it's all over."

It wasn't an outrageous list of demands and Dream was good at adapting. He looked down at Quackity. It would throw a major wrench in his revenge plans but he could always get his hands on him again.