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Today’s real lore everything else is an agenda and a lie

Anyways stan #blondequackity for clear skin good grades and epic lore 👍

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           Fanfic I wrote for a school assignment. Hope you like it! .]                 

 CARNIVAL GHOSTS by Itz-ALTR        

 Alex panted, breathless. He ran. He ran past broken flagpoles and brightly colored circus tents lying shredded and torn on the ground, past tokens with pixelated smiling emblems shining up at Alex, he flew past prize counters and game booths, their wood broken and fractured, ran by bright colors and good times that all came to an end. Alex ran past it all. Not only because it reminded him of happy times, people laughing, and fun he could no longer have, but out of necessity. He ran for his life. “IF RESPECT IS THE ONLY THING PROTECTING YOU FROM A KNIFE IN  THE BACK, RESPECT IS NOTHING, RIGHT?” yelled a voice behind Alex. Alex ran faster. It has been 20 years since he last heard those words, they taunted him like a target on his head and he wanted to put his past behind him like this psychopath was now. 

While in his haste to escape the freak after him, Alex had acquired a gash in his leg courtesy of one of the broken flag poles. How metal could snap so easily was a question. But Alex remembered that a chain is only as strong as its weakest link and the pole and a chain were basically the same thing. But what he was going to do with his wound was another question. He had already been running for a bit after he had gotten the injury and now Alex was beginning to feel the delirium of blood loss. 

He sat on one of the broken prize stands to observe the damage, avoiding the splinters for obvious reasons. The blood was slowly flowing freely down his leg and into his socks, which was a big discomfort. Alex desperately looked around for something, anything to help him. Behind him in the prize booth were some stained but otherwise very brightly colored t-shirts and socks. He looked at them with a glare but not wanting to waste time sighed with acceptance. “¿Qué otra dignidad tengo que perder?” Alex said to himself.  

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He ripped the shirt to use on his leg to make a simple tourniquet to add pressure and stop the bleeding before he passed out and he tugged off his socks and put on the only ugly socks available at the counter that fit him, a murky green-yellow color, using his old ones to wipe the blood off his leg. He began his run again, convinced he would escape the hellhole of an abandoned fairground before he got himself killed. But it’s just more of the same around the fairground, ripped fabric and splintered wood until Alex trips on an exposed root in the ground, tripping him and leaving him to topple over and slam his head on the hard dirt ground. 

    His vision blurred and Alex blinked for a bit. There wasn't even a tree in sight, nevertheless a root that could have tripped him. He felt like the fall knocked all the thoughts in his brain around and he had a headache as loud as a roaring sea. He stands, and sways, but plants his footing. As his sight begins to focus he sees Charlie. Wait, ...WHAT? CHARLIE? Alex thinks. It can’t be. Charlies dead. He’s been dead. Alex himself went to the funeral. He himself saw Charlie's casket being lowered into the ground. For him to be standing there, clear as day, was an impossibility. 

“Dap me up!” Charlie said to Alex with a smile. The words caused Alex to fall to his knees. It had to be a hallucination from the fall. Memories began to flash in Alex’s mind, memories that he tried to put behind him. But the sight of Charlie caused Alex to remember all over again, the memories rushing in like a flood. Finding him in the casino of Las Nevadas. The hole he threw Charlie in as he interrogated him. Teaching him about slot machines. All of the lessons he taught Charlie. Alex stands and hugs Charlie. “Why? Wh-how? How are you here?” Alex asked in disbelief.

“I’m not here,” Charlie answered sadly, a swift reply stabbing Alex sharply reminding him of all the pain and anger once again. “I’m here to help you.” He said simply with a small smile. “Help me with what?” Alex asked. What the hell does he need help with that Charlie’s spirit-ghost thingy would need to come here for? “You’re being chased by Clay,” Charlie said softly “He’s out to kill you, right?” Alex sighed. “ No, not at all man,” Alex said sarcastically. “Oh. Alright then. Bye.” Charlie turned as if he was to leave but Alex called out “Wait!” 

He looked down and held his temples. “Yeah,” he sighed, “That psychopath is after me.” Charlie smiled warmly. "I'll make sure you never turn to dust, Alex." 

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The pair walk through the fairground, what's left of it at least, so Alex can get out alive. Alex is just simply drinking in Charlie’s every word, enjoying his time with Charlie, making up for stolen time. “I’ve been watching you guys, like before but now it’s different. I can see everything! Foolish and Kyle are doing quite well! Karl and Sapnap are good. Wilbur Soot has asked about you…” Charlie trailed off, humming to himself, also quite happy to be spending time with Alex.

 But Charlie’s last words threw Alex off. Wilbur had been asking about Alex? That must imply that Wilbur could see Charlie. That he was hoping Charlie would talk to him. “He’s still in Utah. Back at the gas station” Charlie continued. He looked at Alex. “You should visit him sometime,” Charlie said simply with a sly smile. Charlie knew what he was doing. He knew Alex was falling apart mentally, and he knew that Wilbur had changed and would help support Alex. But Alex just looked sad and upset. “Yeah, maybe.” He answered. 

They were nearly to the gate, and Alex’s time with Charlie was up. He turned to Charlie, ready to say goodbye. “Well, I guess-” “GUESS IT’S YOUR TIME TO JOIN HIM!” A voice yelled. It was Clay, bloodied and dirtied, a long machete in hand. He stood just feet between the pair and the exit, Alex’s last chance at life. “You thought he was gonna help you get out here alive?” Clay giggled with madness. 

Alex saw a glint of metal in the corner of his eye. A knife. “He can’t do anything for you,” Clay said, pointing to Charlie, “He’s DEAD.” The words were a stab in a gaping flesh wound, and Clay was practically digging his fingers into Alex’s pain. Clay laughed with a manic laugh, “Your partners aren’t here either! Where are they to care about you? You built a whole COUNTRY for them! And where were they?!” Alex was fuming. People usually knew not to mess with Alex but clearly, Clay did not know this and soon Alex was going to get violent. 

“What was your true plan to evade me? You really thought you were going to leave? I control this place! I know your every move!” Now. Alex moved swiftly, swiping the knife and moving fast. Alex would always say he was light on his feet and mentally quick. But, not quick enough today. 

The machete didn’t kill Alex, but nearly missed his neck, the sharp blade digging into the left side of his face. Alex shuddered as the blood splattered with an almost animated sound. That was gonna leave a stupid scar. But he had not failed. Clay sat at his knees, blood flowing like a crimson river down his waist. He did not speak or move for several minutes. “You still wouldn’t kill me.” He said simply. Alex smiled. “THAT is where you’re wrong,” Alex snarled maliciously as he twisted the knife in Clay’s back. Ah, see what he did there? Clay coughed up the blood and smiled, the red on his hands. Then the light left his eyes, and the danger was over. “Wow,” Charlie said softly. The words startled Alex and Alex looked to where Charlie still stood. He firmly hugged Charlie as he spoke to him through tears, the salty water stinging his left eye, “He’s gone. All his lies and his torture and his deceiving...It’s all over now.” Alex said happily tears still streaming down his face. But Charlie was not happy. “You know he never will truly go away.” He said to Alex. 

And Charlie was right. It was all in the mind. The memories would never go away. But Alex would sure as hell try. For the first time that day, Charlie was the one with tears in his eyes. “I have to go now. I can't stay here,” He said through sobs, “ I haven’t realized how much I missed you, all that time. And now,” he cried, “I have to leave you.” Alex bit his lip to keep from breaking down in front of Charlie. “But you can come back, right?” he asked, “Whenever I need you, I’ll call for you. And every time you miss me, you can come to me. No matter what, when, or where I am or what I’m doing.” 

Charlie laughed. “Then you're gonna see me all the time.” Alex chuckled. And then he got quiet. “Goodbye, Charlie. I love you.” Charlie hugged Alex one last time. “Goodbye, Alex. I love you more.” And with that, Charlie faded away like smoke on water.

Alex could still feel where Charlie had just stood, like a phantom of his friend was still lingering there. It hurt, but Alex needed to move on.

He began the walk down the dusty dirt road, more than ready to make his way back to society and a warm shower.  A soft Brrrr, noise called from his phone pocket. He pulled it out and with a soft smile, looked at the caller ID through the cracked screen. “Hi, Wilbur,” Alex answered.

                                         THE END

[gloryondsmp]

We Stan Alt Characters

Tom Simmons (NotDream123) - Dream on an alt account impersonating Tommy

DreamXD (DreamXD) - Dream playing god on an alt account

Tom Nook (awesamdude) - Sam playing a robot to entertain Tommy

Mexican Dream (Quackity) - Quackity imitating Dream for a bit (does this on a different world as well i think)

Girl Dream / Mamacita (Dream) - Dream imitating Quackity imitating Dream

Kyle HQ (KyleHQ) - Quackity on an alt account after he was temporarily suspended from his main, allegedly c!Quackity’s illegitimate son

Kyler (BlondeQuackity) - Quackity(?) on another alt, a shady lawyer man

Sam Bucket (awesamdude) - c!Sam if he was an Egg follower

(Ghostbur, Ghost!MD, Glatt and Boo aren’t here because they’re just ghosts of Wilbur, MD, Schlatt and Ranboo respectively)

(Alternatively, the Overseers (played by Jack Manifold) count more towards TotSMP characters for now)

(For similar reasons, Drista is also excluded, since she’s played by Dream’s sister and not by someone on the SMP)

[wilbyssoot]

This is actually just BBH, Sam, Tina, and Foolish helping Quackity practice for his law finals

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so ,

[belanova]

AYYYY KYLE IS ON QUACKITY'S PAGE!

Next is El rapids as children

[princeandreis]

kylehq gets white girl wasted

[belanova]

quackity's page is officially the longest in the family section