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"Please.... sir-..." Dream sobbed pitifully, his head had been banged against the floor, he couldn't see properly, his vision blurred, tears endlessly dripping down his scarred skin. The once soft skin turned leathery from months of torture and abuse.
"Hurts... so bad" he rasped, hand was twisted, wrist broken. "... It sure does..." Quackity growled darkly "and you deserve it." The gambler glanced over at the scarred mark of a Q burnt into the skin of his left shoulder, a mark he had left. "Every drop of blood you bleed, you deserve. Because you're dirt. Scum of the earth"
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"- and Quackity from Las Nevadas, I do have to assure you-"
Quackity looked up, his eyes finally focusing on the gooey creature in front of him who has been rambling on for the past couple hours. "Slime." Quackity began, sighing. "Oh- I'm not a slime, Quackity from Las Nevadas! I told you several times, I am a person!"
"... I need you to do something for me, guy"
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[A few hours prior, 2 hours after their fight]
"Ghost?" Quackity frowned at the statement
"Yeah, if Wilbur came back as that clueless ghost, then no doubt that Dream will become one too" Sam muttered, his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep.
"But wouldn't he show up inside the prison?"
"His ghost, I saw him on the cameras. He went through the wall. We need to find him immediately before someone else does"
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Technoblade narrowed his eyes. Just by glancing over the pale floating figure, he was no doubt a ghost. The problem, no doubt, was figuring out who's ghost it was. Running down his list of known blonds, the scrappy skinny man didn't match with any. "Who are you?" He asked, keeping his voice low.
The ghost was frozen in fear, neon green tears pouring from his eyes, staining his cheeks, clothes and the ground below him, causing the grass it touched to shrivel up, as if the substance sucked the life out of living things. His fight or flight kicked in, and the blond bolted into the dark forest, not listening to the shouts of the two seemingly strangers calling after him.
He ran, and ran, and ran. Running until he tripped over a large tree root, falling to the floor, breaking down with broken sobs. He couldn't understand his surroundings, who were those people? Why did they look so familiar? The questions filled his head, he felt like he couldn't breathe. He couldn't, he couldn't, he couldn't breathe.
He heard a shuffle, his eyes widening as he wildly looked around. His eyes locked on a fuzzy small creature. It meowed at him, making its way toward him. The green eyed ghost watched in awe as the cat nuzzled against him. It was the first calming moment he had since waking up.
He liked it.