Welcoming death was something he was used to after all. But waking up in a whole ass different universe was something new.
Being surrounded by people who called themselves 'Heroes' with weird super powers, Tommy is forced to adapt to the new life...
The wind picked up, swinging the trees harshly from side to side as the clouds hurriedly traveled in the sky. Everything seemed to be more agrresive, the weather changing dramatically which left residents in confusion. Soon however their questions were answered when he walked past them without a single word. The weather seemed to match his current mood, the way he carried himself and the harsh glare he would throw in everyone's direction if they even though of stopping him. With his eyes glued to the path in front of him, his beanie long abounded and a freshly sharpened axe on his back, he made his way towards one place they could think of. The Pandora Prison. What could he possibly want from the dull and secured place? Well, they didn't know. He however had only one though in head. To show Dream what would happen if he doesn't bring Tommy back. Hell, even if he did he was till going to regret everything he did. He will regret being born in the first place and not dying earlier.
After what Sam told him, Quackity mind was occupied by disbelief, trying to convince himself the man was just lying and that it wasn't truth at all. But when it finally settled in and he realized that Tommy was brutally beaten to death by his long time abuser and the biggest enemy, he was furious. Not just angry, furious. And if Sam didn't already kill Dream, then he was the one who would do it. He didn't care what would happen to him after this, he didn't have a fuck about what people would think about him once they would find out. He was going to make Dreams regret even laying a single finger on Tommy and there was nothing that would be able to stop him. Amd what was the best way to make someone taste their own medicine? Torture them till they wouldn't be able to think or feel anything but the trilling pain all over their body, their mind slipping in and out of consciousness. Not give them even a second to rest or breath, crushing all of their bones and ripping their skin open without a single care in the world. At the end of the day, Tommy was Quackity's friend that he could always visit or went to. And it wasn't a secret that Quackity saw the younger almost as his own, always listening to his problems and supporting his decisions. So it really shouldn't be something shocking for anyone else once they find out he basically murdered Dream in a way to avenge Tommy. Go ahead and call him insane and sick all you want, he still wild do anything for the kid. Even if it means going as far as slaughtering a whole village.
You can imagine the smile that creeped on his face once he approached the prison, doors opened widely before him. The portal was light up, purple particles floating around it and sending off weird chills down Quackity's back. But he paid it no mind, quickly stepping in and dissapearing after few seconds, only to appear in a deeper part of the prison.
"I won't let you in" was the first thing that he heard after exiting the portal.
Quackity laughed, pulling out his Netherite axe from his belt and resting it on his shoulder. He looked up at Sam, sweet and kind smile widening even more. But don't be fooled by his soft smile, his eyes were the ones that showed the ill intensions.
"Sam, I don't think you understand the current situation we are in right now" He said slowly, taking a step closer to Sam who tightened his grip on the sword he was holding.
"Quackity, step back and lower your weapon or you will be charged for trying to break in the prison and threatening the Guard" Sam said, meeting the shorter but more intimidating male.
Quackity's smile dropped a little, but he quickly recovered and smiled even wider, if that was even possible.
"Listen Sam, I don't want to hurt you or do anything rational. I just want to teach Dream a little lesson, just like he deserved." Quackity said, his sharp eyes piercing Sam's soul. "You know damn well what he did and I'm sure you also want revenge, so just let me in and I will be out of your business"
Sam shook his head, his sword shinning in the light from the torches that light up the room cause of the lack of windows.
"Retreat from the prison or otherwise I will be forced to remove you myself using force" Sam said, still holding his ground.
Quackity's smile faded away for good, expression darkening with every passing second. His head lowered as he stared up at Sam, wings spreading out behind his back to make himself look even more intimidating.
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"I will give you two options Sam. We do it the easy way where you let me in and let me have a talk with Dream, or we can do it the hard way where I will have to do something that both of us will regret. Your choice" Quackity said.
Sam stared at the man, not failing to notice the crazy look in his eyes. He had better equipment and he was built better, sure, but he knew how Quackity could be when he was pissed off or couldn't get something he wanted. And angry Quackity was known as the one to not mess with. Sam sighed, before looking at the cameras and pushing one of the buttons on the wall. Quackity visible relaxed, the soft smile appearing back on his face. When he was passing Sam, he gave his shoulder a tight squeeze also while pulling hid down to his eye level.
"If you ever hurt Tommy even again or try to stop me from helping him, you might as well want to end your useless life by yourself before I get my hands on you" He said, pushing Sam away.
Sam stood in his place, watching as Quackity disappeared behind the wall before pressing another button and pushing a couple of lever's in front of him.
"Please, God, have some sanity left in his head" Sam whispered to himself, leaning again the wall behind him.
Soon, loud screams filled with terror reached his ears. He couldn't help but look at the screen that was connected to multiple cameras from that one cell. His breath quicknned, trying to keep his breakfast down. However seeing the walls now covered in blood and everything that was going on in there, he couldn't help but gag intensely. He sat down on the floor, continuing to locate to the endless screams and cursing. He could hear his name being yelled once, before it mixed with even more screams. He felt like a Little kid who was covering it's ears while their parents were fighting. He found himself doing the same thing, hands pressed tightly against his pointed ears.
Moments earlier the walls which were purple, now were stained with crimson red blood, as even more splashed around and made the small room look like hell. And the duck hybrid wasn't even halfway in.
