#capitalist arc

[dakotaisastate]

I find it SO interesting that Quackity is assigning Foolishs build value by what he can use it for and not the materials and the time and passion put into it

[eatpantwes]

i am begging someone please draw quackity as mary saotome in that one scene

IT FITS THE CAPITALIST ARC SO MUCH I

[waywardnajsepticeye]

Roll The Dice

(I'm so hyped for Quackity's arc, so I thought of this real fast. Enjoy :D)

George stared at the large, gaudy casino that stood in front of him. Where was the time to build this? How long has he been sleeping for? George looked at the crumbled up note in his hand and reread it.

He was positive Quackity wanted to show this casino.

Hesitantly, George stepped in. He was almost blinded by the bright colours, most he didn't recognize because of his colour blindness. There were gambling machines lined up in corners of the place. There was a bar at the south wing. A bathroom was somewhere.

George was amazed by the exterior but he was truly amazed by the interior. His amazement didn't last long when the lights went out. He began to panic. Looking around wasn't going to work, it was pitch black and he couldn't even see.

He was startled one more time when a spotlight shone at a poker table. He heard a familiar voice.

"Hello....Gogy."

More spotlights lit up a path to the poker table. George staggered across the path.

"C'mon, man. S'down! I won't hurt you, you're my friend."

"Uh, okay then."

Whatever it was, it pushed George unto a chair and brought him closer to the poker table. From the dark, Quackity came forward. Big Q dressed marvelously with a black tailcoat to cover a blue waistcoat, black pants and a polka-dot bowtie. A scar traveled down his right eye, rendering him half blind.

"I'm gonna lie, Quackity. I never knew you had good fashion taste."

"Don't fucking insult my clothing, you fucking bottom."

The two had a good laugh. Then Quackity silenced their laughter quickly, which scared George a little. He realized how much his friend has changed since he last saw him. He seemed more....serious. Not like that was a problem or anything. The air felt stagnating as George uncomfortably shifted in his chair. "So, uhhh, what did you call me here for exactly?" George asked as he looked around the barely lit room. "To have a trade, of course." Big Q replied briefly. He smirked snarkily. He did sort of feel bad that he was scamming his friend, but he'll apologize later. Right now, he has George where he wants him. He's going to get all of George's money.

Five, large dice floated behind Quackity, his smirk turned into a beckoning grin. George was taken a back. Talk about putting on a show. George relaxed for a bit, but was still terrifyingly mesmerized by the floating dice.

"Roll the dice, George. Let's see what we can trade for, amigo."