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So basically Tommy got “stolen” by a giant and Karl, who was supposed to keep an eye on him, is freaking out rn. So he gets to Phil and tells him everything and Phil decides to go save his lil son, together with Karl and Quackity. Meanwhile Tommy is yapping Sapnap’s ear off, while Sapnap rescued him from a snow storm that's coming, not knowing that Tommy wasn't abandoned.
Phil didn't want to believe his son was dead. He couldn't. He knew he had to save him. And so, despite the approaching snowstorm, he, Karl, and Quackity set out in the giant's footsteps. They both followed at his side, boots sinking deep into the snow.
The Giants footsteps were already fading, snow filling them in as the wind howled louder with every step, but Phil did not slow. He believed that Tommy was still alive...and if not, at least he would get his revenge.
Karl glanced at the towering trees and then at the massive footprints ahead of them, his grip tightening around his weapon. “You know a few arrows and swords aren’t going to do much against a giant,”
he muttered. Quackity reached out to gently squeeze his hand. “We’re not there yet,” he said quietly. “Let’s not decide how impossible it is before we have to.”
The wind screamed between the branches. Phil didn’t answer. He just kept walking.
Sapnap was wandering through the forest, quite close to the human village, looking for some useful supplies. But as he was leaving, he heard rustling in the bushes and a child's voice screaming something.
"STAY BACK!” the kid yelled, voice cracking halfway through the sentence. “I’LL-I’LL KILL YOU, YOU STUPID MONSTER!”
Sapnap froze. The boy couldn't have been more than eight. Maybe nine. Golden messy hair that was like a beacon in this snowy forest. The sword trembled in his hands, but he did not let go. He stood resolutely, ready to fight. Sapnap towered over him. He crouched.
The boy backed away a little, but didn't run. He raised his sword a little higher, as if it might help him somehow.
“I'm not scared of you!” he shouted.he absolutely was. The snow was now starting to fall more and more. The wind was picking up, bending the tree branches loudly. Sapnap looked up at the sky. It was slowly but surely getting dark. Then he looked back at the boy and sighed.
“You can't stay out here” he said.
"I didn't say I'd stay. You're standing in my way” The boy snapped back immediately.
“I was going somewhere” the boy continued. Sapnap looked behind him. The path he had come on had already been swallowed up by a thick layer of snow. They were quite far from the village. “Where” Sapnap asked.
The boy opened his mouth. Closed it. "Doesn't matter,” he said, loudly. “I know where I'm going”
The wind got stronger, almost beating Tommy down, it looked like he would hold on, but his feet slipped on the freshly fallen snow. Sapnap quickly caught him. The child froze, eyes wide with fear. His sword was on the ground, next to Sapnap's hand, on which Tommy now lay sprawled. Sapnap let go of him, careful not to slip again.
"You'll freeze,” he said. “or get lost. Or both”“I'm not lost” the boy shot back. Snow gathered on his shoulders now. On his hair, and on the little wooden sword, still on the ground.The wind screamed. The boy looked past Sapnap, into the trees, into the white void that the coming storm was forming. Then, he took a step closer to the giant.
"Fine,” he muttered. “I'll go with you”Sapnap blinked. He didn't intend this at all....but he couldn't leave the child here to freeze to death.“But,” the boy added immediately, picking the sword from the ground, and pointing it at him, “you don't get to boss me around”
“It's until the storm's over. And then I'm leaving” They stared at each other for a moment before Sapnap answered. “....Fine”
The kid nodded “Good. my name's Tommy by the way!” he said cheerfully.
Sapnap smiled. “mine’s Sapnap” Sapnap held out his hands to him, Tommy, still a little scared by the size of him, carefully climbed into his palms, gripping his sword tightly. Sapnap got up and gently pressed him to his chest to keep him from the increasing wind, and set off on his journey to his cave.
Snow came down in thick, blinding sheets, the wind screaming so loudly it drowned out their footsteps. Even Phil was starting to feel it now, the creeping fear that the forest might win tonight.
Then Quackity stopped.
“Phil,” he said sharply, pointing ahead.At first, it looked like nothing more than a hill buried beneath snow. But then Phil saw it, a faint, flickering glow coming through something that could be a window.
Light. Someone was in there. They didn’t hesitate. They found a small hole that they, except for Phil, easily squeezed through. Phil's large wings made it quite difficult to get through, but fortunately he managed. They were enveloped in a pleasant warmth, rubbing against Phil's frozen wings.
The inside of the cave wasn't something he would expect. it wasn't dark or damp. The stone walls curved smoothly, opening into something….homely.
Fire cracked from a nearby fireplace, illuminating a large bed, or rather a nest made of piles of straw and cloth, shelves and wooden furniture far too large to belong to any normal man.and there. by the fireplace. Phil's breath hitched.
Tommy sat on the floor in front of the fire, wrapped in a thick blanket that nearly swallowed him whole. Hair’s still messy as always. He seemed...unharmed.and in his hands there was a massive piece of something brown and crumbly. A biscuit. Or at least….something similar.
“Tommy” Phil whispered and came closerthe boy froze mid bite, he looked up slowly.
“Oh- hi dad!”
Phil crossed the room in a second, Karl and Quackity following him, making sure that the giant was nowhere nearby. He dropped to his knees, hands gripping Tommy's shoulders, checking him everywhere at once, just to be sure he was real, and unharmed.
“you scared us half to death, mate” Phil said, his voice slightly cracking.“do you have any idea-”
Tommy grinned “I've made a new friend!” Karl let out a shaky laugh behind them.
"We need to go” Phil said after a moment, already tugging gently at the blanket “We don't know when that thing could come back. We'll talk later, okay?”
Tommy hesitated.“I dunno,” he muttered. “it's warm here. And he said I could stay”
Phil paused “he?”
That was when the ground trembled.Heavy footsteps echoed from behind the door. The warmth of the room suddenly felt very, very small.Phil stood up, instinctively pulling Tommy behind him. Both Karl and Quackity reached for their weapons. and then, the giant stepped into the room.The giant stopped when he noticed the three armed men, and Tommy peeking from behind one of them.“So you in fact got lost” Sapnap said toward Tommy. Tommy frowned
“Hey-”Phil swallowed. Every instinct screamed at him to run, to fight, but his body refused to move.“We're taking mine son home” Phil said firmly. Sapnap looked at him. His eyes narrowed, not in anger, but in calculation. “No,” Sapnap said simply.Karl stiffened and Quackity’s grip tightening on his sword.Sapnap raised one of his massive hands, Palm open. A gesture meant to calm, though it only emphasized how easily he could crush all of them if he wanted to.
“Not because I wanna do something to y'all,” Sapnap continued. “But because the storm has gotten way worse”
The wind still loudly howling outside, banging on the door, like it was about to break in.
“You will not make it back to village” Phil hesitated. He looked towards the door, then back at Sapnap. Sapnap's voice softened.
“You are all welcome to stay,” he said. “Until the storm passes” he added.
An offer. One that did not felt like a choice.
“And if we refuse?” Quackity said, still ready to attack at any moment.
“Then I will still not let you leave,” he replied. “i will not watch four people walk to their death.” Silence settled heavy over the room. suddenly Tommy tugged on Phil's sleeve.
"Dad” he whispered. “he's really friendly, don't worry” Phil sighed. They had no choice. He lowered his weapon and signaled the others to do the same.
“Fine,” he said "thank you…for letting us stay”
Sapnap nodded, and moved slowly to settle himself on the far side of the fireplace, folding his legs beneath him. For a long time, no one spoke. Then Tommy shifted in his blanket.He leaned forward, squinting at Sapnap like he was trying to solve a puzzle.
Then-“If I bit you,” he said thoughtfully, “would my teeth break?”
Phil inhaled sharply.
Sapnap stared at him. “…Please don’t test that.
”Tommy grinned. “Okay.” He shifted again, the blanket slipping off one shoulder as he crawled a little closer to Sapnap.
“Do you ever get bored?” he asked.
“Bored?”
“Yeah. Like-” Tommy gestured vaguely. “When you’re just here. All alone. Do you, like, talk to yourself?”
Sapnap hesitated. “…Sometimes.”
“Same,” Tommy said immediately. “Dad says it’s weird but I think it helps you think.
”Phil opened his mouth, then closed it again. Quackity snorted softly, leaning closer to Karl. “he got a point.” Karl hummed in agreement, eyes never leaving Sapnap, being more curious rather than afraid now. Karl leaned back against the wall, letting out a long, shaky breath.
“I can’t believe we actually made it,” he murmured, eyes on the fire.Quackity settled beside him, brushing a hand over Karl’s. “Yeah” he said softly.
Karl’s hand twitched where it met Quackity’s. Quackity rested his head on Karl's shoulder and closed his eyes slightly. Outside, the wind still howled loudly, snow piling higher. Inside, the fire flickered, casting long shadows across the walls. For a moment, everything felt… okay. Sapnap quietly watched them from the other side of the fireplace, letting the humans have their moment. His expression softened slightly, though he didn’t move closer, yet.
“He’s… surprisingly nice,” Karl said softly. “For something that scary" he chuckled nervously
Quackity chuckled with him "yeaah" he said and snuggled closer to Karl
Dark brown hazy eyes scanned the organized room filled treasures worth so much gold, His eyes landed on a mesmerizing purple gem, which was placed on a pedestal. He crept up to the pedestal with a focused gaze, He pulled out a counterfeit gem to switch. The brunette steadied his posture and swiped the gem, and instantly switched it.
A grin grew on his face as he examined the the purple gem, Watching it shimmer in the faint light of the room. "George we need to go." A voice came from across the room, The male turned around facing his partner whom was holding a bag filled with gold.
"Yea-" George agreed as he tucked away the purple gem carefully, Both men snuck into the vents once more. Leaving the vault.
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George took deep breaths of air as they were now far from the place they had been before, The two males giggled as they set up a small camp to stay for the night.
"That was sooo easy!" A ravenette boasted as he sat beside the fire they set up, "Pfft- Yea." George giggled along while reaching out at a basket with raw fish. "We have..." George started meddling in the basket, "Salmon or Cod?" George asked, turning his head to look at the other male.
The ravenette contemplated for a few seconds until deciding, "Eh I'll take Salmon." Sapnap said as he nipped at his bottom lip. George took out two Salmon's and started cooking it above the fire.
After a still yet calming silence Sapnap started speaking which made the brunette lightly jump at the sudden noise. "I heard there's this place called Las Nevadas." George's interests perked as each word flew out of Sapnap's mouth, "They have tons of casino's so I bet we can snag a pretty penny from them." Sapnap giggled.
"Let's head there tomorrow to check things out." George suggested grabbing the cooked fish, Handing one of them over to Sapnap. "Yea sure." Sapnap simply agreed while munching on his food. Both males finished the night by trampling over their fire, Sapnap stretched his arms over his head and bent down to snuggle himself in his sleeping bag.
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When Sapnap's eyes fluttered open seeing the dim lighting of the sky. He groggily sat up staring at the calm sky—It was probably around 5 AM—He watched the brunette shuffle in his own sleeping bag. He sighed as he started packing up.
A while later the brunette sluggishly woke up, Sapnap gestured for George to fix up and get ready to leave. Whilst whining George slowly moved to collect his own items. Once all of their items were collected the sun was starting to unveil itself from the horizons.
The two males swung their leather satchels to their backs and continued to head into a specific direction Sapnap pointed to, The gusty wind hitting their faces. Sapnap's bandana flailed around like a fish out of water.
While George's hair danced around his head covering his eye view every once in a while, The wind increased as it howled. George sputtered as a fly entered his mouth before Sapnap let out a heavy laugh, Whilst the brunette glared at him.
"Shut up." George said while rolling his eyes, Sapnap swiped away a tear in his eye. Their hair continued to sway against the wind as they continued to traverse across the lands leading to Las Nevadas.
Even as the wind slowed down a bit, It still made their hair bounce around softly. Both males eyes stung as the sand flew into their eyes, Tears pricked on the ravenette's and brunettes eyes from the desert sand.
A sigh of relief was let out after the wind died down. George blinked a few times as red puffy eyes looked around, They made their way to the giant casino infront of them. The intimidating modern building standing tall and proud, Both theives focused their gazes on the empty yet clean pathways of the land.
"Hmm..." A voice rang in their ears as they whipped their heads around being met with a short duck hybrid wearing a white collard shirt with suspenders and black pants, Sapnao noticed the small golden wings rested on the side. Although George noticed the blue beanie on the males head and all the gold and silver jewelry he was wearing.
"Who are you?" Sapnap asked fixing his posture, "Shouldn't I be asking that?" The duck hybrid spoke, "I mean-...You guys are the one stepping on my lands." He stated putting one of his arms on his waist.
Sapnap opened his mouth to respond, But George spoke first before he could muster a word. "We're traveller's and we heard about this place." The brunette explained to the short ravenette.
He recieved a hum in response as the man's eyes scanned the two of them with a questionable gaze, "Hmm...If that's so then how about I give you guys a tour?" The duck hybrid proposed with an ear to ear grin.
"Sure-" George and Sapnap spoke in unison, "Great!" The shorter exclaimed. "Let me introduce myself. I'm Quackity from Las Nevadas." The man now known as 'Quackity' greeted in a formal manner.
"Let's begin the tour!"
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After what felt like hours, Quackity offered for them to stay for the night in one of the buildings there. "Finally, I thought that guy would never stop blabbering." George groaned flopping down on the soft bed, "Atleast we now know where he keeps all his precious items." Sapnap snickered while kicking off his shoes. "I'll do a background check tomorrow and we'll take his stuff at midnight."
George nodded as he dozed off to sleep.
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Midnight eventually came and they were standing on the roof of the casino where a vent layed beside them, George kneeled down and started to unscrew the vent. It popped off as it was moved to the side.
George held his head over the vents scanning around for possibly any rodents, In the clear George leaped down making a loud thud as his feet slammed against the metal. He went in a crawling position and crawled deeper into the vent, Soon he heard another loud thump against the metal vents, The brunette assumed it was his ravenette companion as he continued to make his way around the ventilation system. After passing multiple vents leading into different places he abruptly stopped infront of a specific vent.
He once again unscrewed the vent once again and was instantly met with the glimmering and shimmering of gold and gemstones. He snickered as he swiftly hopped down landing on his legs, He hungrily looked at the treasure before him as if he would consume them.
With quiet steps he went closer to the pile if gold coins and started stashing his bag. He heard a soft grunt hearing the familiar footsteps of the ravenette, "I'll get the diamonds." Sapnap spoke as he went over to a decently sized box filled with diamonds in different shapes and sizes.
George stared at the accumulated amount of gold he had in his satchel, Yet with the pure joy rushing in his veins another feeling aroused as if...
Something was off...
George has seen one to many gold peices to know what they would look like, He picked up one of the gold nuggets and scanned it. He let out a light gasp at the realization, Everything was wrong...
The color was too yellow...
It's texture did not feel normal...
It was fairly weighted different especially for the size was close to the size of his palm...
This is not gold.
George turned his head to warm Sapnap something wasn't right, But when he turned around Sapnap was gone and he was alone in the white colored vault.
He suddenly felt something sharp prick his neck, His panicked gaze looked at his neck.
A dart...
His vision went blurry, in a matter of seconds as he fell unconscious on the ground with a thud.
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Clink...
"Huh?'
Clunk...
'Wha-'
Clink...
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George's eyes shot open as he woke up. His wide eyes looked around seeing multiple guards in their uniforms, Another guard was holding Sapnap who was starting to wake up aswell. George snapped his head to the side when he heard a chuckle echo eerie dark room.
Sapnap looked at the dark silhouette, Emerging from the dark corner.
"Well look what we have here~" Quackity grinned as he tilted his head to the side. "Where the hell are we!?" George screamed struggling against the guards grip on him, "You are in no place to speak." The shorter growled.
"If I recall correctly, You two theives we're the ones pricking and prodding around." Quackity said in a taunting voice. Both males looked at him with hatred in their eyes, Yet he wasn't wrong.
"Sir, Should we bring them into the dungeon." The gruff voice of the guard asked. George's faced flushed with worry as his gaze flickered from Sapnap to the duck hybrid.
He watched as the duck hybrid looked at them. Suddenly Quackity had an idea as a smirk formed on his face, Sapnap and George looked at eachother with agitated eyes.
"Bring them to the beast."
Those words rang in both males ears repeatedly, They snapped back into reality when they we're yanked away leading them to a long hallway, The mossy stone walls and the concrete floor made George tense at how it looked.
Sapnap however kept a stern gaze watching the path they were taking occasionally scanning the guards, They turned a corner seeing a tall wooden door at the end of the hallway. The guards pulled open the door and shoved both of the theives in.
The guards chuckled before they slammed the door close, George winced at the sound and they were left alone in a gigantic room with dirty stone walls and cobwebs and bugs all around. "George-" Sapnap said kneeling and pulling George into a hug "We'll be fine don't worry." The ravenette spoke in a reassuring tone. George screwed his eyes shut as he cried against Sapnap's shirt. A choked sob escaped George's lips. Sapnap rubbed circles on George's back as he hummed a soothing tune to calm him down.
Terrified eyes gazed above...
A growl made both their heads snap into the darker side of the room. They heard a shuffle, Then a thump, They heard ragged breath from above.
A green gaze met their's, Both males let out a shriek as they stood up and backed away. The figure went closer lowering down to meet them. Their eyes widened as they realized what the silhouette was.
A giant...
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I did not proofread, so if I made any mistakes, tell me <3
So I had an OC back in the day that was inspired by doctor who that I modeled after Wilbur a bit so I figured why not try and revamp my idea and make it more g/t based
Wilbur is a time traveling alien, the last of his kind, who were known for being like these giant, alien like beings who could age to be like super old kind of like the doctor from doctor who
One day, his TARDIS (which is like a police box for now because i can't think of anything else) ends up in Las Nevadas and he ends up in like this tiny world with a Casino and everything
Quackity hears the thing crash, and despite his better judgment, he goes to investigate the thing only to find this giant 70-foot tall humanoid alien casually trying to work out why the thing crashed and everything, he doesn't notice Quackity until he almost steps on him cause foot placement and poor Quackity has to yell out to him in order not to get squished
Wilbur is acutely aware of humans, and he knows that they exist, he's still fascinated because he hasn't really talked to one or seen one before
Wilbur asks Quackity if he can help him with his ship, as something was jammed in the system, and he needed someone *ahem* tiny (compared to him anyway) to get it and promises once he's done that he'd quickly reach for him and take him out of the ship and never bother him again.
unfortunately, Q gets the thing, and Wilbur pulls him out, but he's now trapped, so he's stuck with Wilbur until they can get him back to Las Nevadas and go on all sorts of weird adventures
Sooo hey guysss ~just wanna say that, big shout-out this story is written by my friend Ayel @dsmp-fanxd! I don’t want to take all the credit so huge thanks to Ayel!!
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Sam took a deep breath knowing it was time to check on the prisoner again he shuddered as he looked at the cameras seeing the giant figure shuffling around probably trying to get as comfortable as possible in his giant obsidian cell. Sam left his office still quite terrified.
Sam entered the enormous cell made of obsidian glancing around before his eyes fell on a figure, The figure of the prisoner who was the supposed tyrant. Sam slowly walked closer as he felt his heart pounding and sweat dripping down his forehead, He stopped and stood still infront of the prisoner not wanting to speak.
"Hey Sam~" The very much taller man spoke with a raspy voice clearly unused "Be quiet D-Dream..." Sam replied his nervousness growing by the second, Sam quickly shook his head and ran behind the giant prisoner, Sam checked out the chains locked on the giants arms and legs he gave a weak smile as he saw the chains were secure he walked back to the front of the prisoner.
Sam looked up seeing dull green eyes and a loose muzzle "Dream stopped trying to remove the goddamn muzzle." Sam growled but Dream just smirked looking into the wardens eyes, Sam instantly tensed up he couldn't take that sinister smile it was creepy to say the least...
"Aww why Sammy~" Dream replied chuckling after "Quackity is coming soon I'm not letting another thing happen again." Sam mumbled but Dream faintly understood still and rolled his eyes in the mention of Quackity.
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"Hey Dream-" Quackity said as he stood on a platform near the giants face "You see this scar on my eye...The one Techno gave." Quackity looked up being met with the giants eyes he would be lying if he said he wasn't a little terrified, Dream didn't respond he just bared his teeth.
"Well how about we make one for you aswell~?" Quackity said a slightly crazed look washed over his face as Dream growled in response, Quackity walked closer to the prisoner making sure he won't accidentally fall off the edge of the platform while holding a sword in his hand, Quackity smirked.
But before Quackity could swipe the sword to attack he was met with a giant maw opening and heading towards him, He dodge on time and manage to get away while still being on the platform but a wound was made on the side of his stomach from the sharp canines of the prisoner.
Sam rushed to lower the platform and aid the duck, While Sam was bandaging Quackity the ravenette looked up seeing a smirk on the giants face not a normal one but one that had a malicious intent something that was definitely not just a scratch on the side of a stomach.
After that Sam and Quackity planned on making a giant muzzle for the prisoner once making the muzzle the easy part was done and it was time for the hard part...putting it on the giant, It took them days to put it on without struggle from the prisoner and least to say the giant wasn't at all pleased when they did it successfully.
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Sam huffed after fixing the muzzle on Dream then climbed down the giant making his way to the exit of the boiling hot cell, "Sam you're leaving already~?" The prisoner asked with a smirk still on his face. Sam just shook his head and speed-walked to the exit.
Soon enough Quackity came and did everything he can to make Dream feel as much pain as possible but due to the fact the prisoner was a giant the duck couldn't do much so after that he stomped to Sam's office.
Quackity barged in ranting about how annoying it was to do so little damage to the tyrant and how it would be almost impossible to get the revival book, Until he got an idea the idea was evil, malicious and probably not the greatest but if it brought Dream pain then Quackity would do it and he maybe even consider bringing Techno in the torturing aswell.
He was gonna hurt Phil
Quackity knew Dream loved Phil and saw him as a great father figure aswell and making Techno watch Phil get tortured was just a bonus, The two most powerful people in the server would be locked up and feel pain.
So Quackity planned to send a letter to Techno saying Dream wants him to visit.
(Techno's "Visiting Dream" Stream is basically how it goes)
Techno is now chained up beside the giant male with slight distance, The two apparent rivals were fighting playfully through talk and chuckling here and there, Suddenly Quackity entered the room and what the two males saw what the duck was dragging made both their bloods boil.
Quackity was dragging Philza's weak bruised body into the room with a cocky smirked both the chained up makes instantly tried breaking the chains but to no avail, "Well what am I holding here~" Quackity said setting down Phil's body.
"PHIL!" Techno growled seeing the blood drip down from Phil's forehead, "Don't worry mate
I-I'm fine-" Philza's sentence was cut when he coughed up blood that made the two chained up males even angrier.
"Quackity. Let. Him. Go." Dream retorted a growl escaping the giants lips after, Instead of doing so Quackity pulled out shears and started cutting Philza's feather from his wings. Phil was too weak to attack so he screamed in pain as blood tattered his wings.
Techno kept trying to escape the chains and his wrists soon turned red, Grey feathers littered the floor beside Phil while Quackity had a malicious smirk suddenly a booming voice screamed for Quackity to stop which made the duck retract from Phil and back away, Quackity looked up at the giant and saw intent of murder in the dull green eyes which made Quackity quickly leave the room.
"Phil-" Techno who finally escaped the chains with bleeding wrists ran to his father and helped him sit comfortably. Techno ripped a piece of his cape and wrapped it around Phil's bleeding head while also removing his cape to wrap around Phil's body.
Techno and Dream both looked at eachother in sync both with a grin that had no intention of good but a grin of evil intentions, And then they planned a breakout...
Quackity didn't visit them for a while which confused the three but Techno and Philza's current priority is to free Dream from the chains cause even tho Techno is fairly strong Dream was much, Much stronger they also noticed Sam has probably left them alone in the prison because when the chains broke and the alarms blared in the prison no one came.
And now they worked on breaking down the walls of the prison which didn't take long Techno and Phil stood back as Dream grabbed all his might and kicked down the walls of the prison as the wall crumble the blinding sunlight shone in the room it took them a while to adjust tk the light, When they adjusted to the light they realized that the alarms triggered, The alarms that could be heard across the whole SMP.
Dream quickly grabbed the piglin and his adoptive dad and ran as fast as he can too Techno and Philza's home in the tundra, Soon the alarms deafened as Dream ran farther from the prison.
They finally reached the tundra they were not infront of Techno's humble abode Dream quickly kneeled down letting Techno rush inside with Phil in his arms ready to aid him.
Dream huffed as he sat down criss-crossed trying to remove the muzzle off his face, Dream gave a big smile once he remove the giant muzzle and threw it far from him obviously away from his rival's and adoptive dad's house.
The giant sighed knowing almost the whole SMP was probably looking for him already he pinch the bridge of his nose but soon crawled over to check if Phil was okay he brought his eye to the window seeing Techno giving Phil some healing potions. Techno chuckled when he saw the green eye of the giant through the window.
Shortly once Phil was resting on the couch Techno came out and planned with Dream...Planning and Plotting for revenge.
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Everyone was frantically looking for the prisoner luckily nothing happened so far that could cause problems, Dream, Techno and Philza made a quick house a little bit away from the SMP knowing no one would look for them there.
And then once Dream and Techno were ready they snuck into the SMP looking for the creeper hybrid and duck, Soon enough while traveling in the shadows they saw them talking, Quackity was clearly still furious about not being able to find the prisoner while Sam looked tensed and uneasy.
Sam and Quackity seemed like they were in their own bubble due to the fact they didn't notice the giant and piglin hybrid creeping up to them, Dream snatched the warden and duck as he ran farther from the SMP whilst Techno sat on his shoulder.
Dream brought them to a big open cave he then threw the two in his hand onto the ground as Techno jumped down aswell holding a netherite sword in his arms, "Hey Quackity~" Techno smirked as he walked closer to the two.
Quackity paid no attention to Techno and rather snapped his head to Dream who a big creepy grin "DREAM YOU NEED TO BE BACK AT THE PRISON!" Quackity snapped as Dream kneeled down the grin still on his face, "Aww but Quackity you had your fun torturing me...and Phil-" Dream muttered the last part as his blood boiled again.
"But now it's my turn~" Dream continued, Techno dragged Sam somewhere else so Dream was left to have his own fun with the duck, Quackity knew he was screwed it was already hard to hurt Dream while being chained and now he was free.
"W-Wait we can w-work something out r-right?" Quackity stepped back as he silently cursed at himself for stuttering he looked back up and Dream chuckled. He hated that chuckle it was creepy and unnerving...
Quackity stumbled back as Dreams face darkened and he bared his teeth the same way when...He almost ate him...
Quackity frantically looked around seeing if he could escape but he was cornered...Suddenly a fist slammed infront of him as he screamed, Quackity was trembling he was surely terrified which only made the taller male smile.
Suddenly Quackity's leg got yanked up he was now being held infront of the giants face while the prisoners finger help tightly onto his leg, Quackity's breath was ragged and rapid, "Is 'Big Q' scared~?" Dream purred although Quackity hated being toyed around he tried to get out of the giants grip on his leg but that only made Drean grab his whole body by his fists..
"Aww why are you trying to leave?" Dream said while poking Quackity's body, Quackity shut hiseyes closed not wanting to face the prisoner and prepared for pain...But it never occurred.
He slowly peeked open his eyes seeing Dream lost in thought but it didn't last long then Dream looked at Quackity with another smirk and held Quackity by one of his arms, Quackity felt pain coming from his arm but all he could feel was pure terror of what the prisoner had in mind.
In a matter of seconds he was dangling above a giant agape maw he begged to be let down but his pleads were unheard he could see drool drip down the side of the giants mouth he shuddered in fear and kept flailing his free hand in hopes of getting something to grip on but obviously he couldn't.
Soon enough Quackity felt tired and frozen in fear Dream kept poking Quackity's body, Dream put Quackity in his pocket and went to search where Techno and Sam were.
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That’s what we came up with! Thanks for reading the entire story! A bit apology for super rough art cause I’m kinda busy with my essay. ;-;
Also also~ if anyone has gt ideas feel free to dm or inbox me ! I’m really happy to talk with people to get inspiration and that helps a lot! <3
Hello @data-expunged-0 ! I was your christmas santa for this event :) Your two prompts were really nice and I hope I did the second one justice : I can continue it, I got the story planned but didn’t have enough time in the end.
I hope it pleases you.
Stuck in the Christmas Factory : Prompt #2: A tiny getting stuck in an area where it's always christmas (3582 words)
Quackity was a curious borrower. That was known in the small community with whom he shared a human house : no device stayed devoid of exploration if they were left alone more than a day. Quick and clever like he was, Quackity didn’t resist the challenge posed by all that technology. And what fascinating opportunity laid behind those screens and toys ! Sounds, lights, connection to others beings in objects always more colorful and joyous.
It’s not like the current occupants of the house cared about those secrets manipulations after all. They were nice people but quite forgetful, and their two children covered easily any mess or disturbance Quackity caused. Or at least, they used to.
The “Christmas” period was approaching fast and the kids seemed to be on their best behavior lately. From what Quackity gathered, it was an inflexible condition to a stranger’s visit in the house, a certain “Sana Laus” ? He heard a bit about the mysterious man, who every family members seemed to know… except neither Quackity nor any other borrowers had ever seen them. And some of the eldest community’s members were there when the youngly wed couple bought the place !
There was some mystery under all those preparations and Quackity would be damned before he let the solution escape him.
So for days, the borrower spied and consigned relentlessly any precious hints he managed to glean there and there. The visitor seemed stranger with every facts Quackity learned, quickly diverging from what he learned was “polite human rules”.
First, the stranger – whose name was actually Santa Claus, Quackity learned – was planned in the middle of the 24th’s night. Second, he would come through the chimney of the living room instead of the front door : Quackity wished him good luck with that. He went there once before quickly turning tails when faced with a spider as high as him. Then again, the mysterious man should be human tall and not any other height. Lastly, Mr Claus would not meet any members of the family, requiring they all sleep to put objects in the socks hanging to the chimney.
Weird customs for sure.
But all this definitely agreed with the borrower : by leaving the presents and gifts unattended until the morning, Mr Claus offered him the perfect opportunity to go there and see if something could be borrowed ! A brand new plaything, just for him, that he wouldn’t have to put back. Even if there was nothing of value, the possibility to have a never-used-before object was too good to be true.
The other borrowers were quite sceptic of his brand new idea and one old community’s member even chastised him, huffing that was thievery. Of course, should the one item Quackity picked be missed, the borrower would put it back immediately : but he refused to let this “Christmas’s night” passed without at least trying. The only compromise they accepted was to let him do his thing.
And so, when all the lights were turned off the 24th, no other borrowers stayed with him.
Soon Quackity was alone with the last lights of the Christmas tree.
***
Quackity stopped counting the time he almost fell asleep after twelve. Turns out staying awake with nothing to do was way more difficult than he thought ! He elected to stay hidden behind the decoration on top of the chimney, but his place turned out to be too comfortable soon. The excitation hadn’t help him sleep well the previous night and he lived the sudden weakness of his body to sleep like a real betrayal.
What time was it anyway ? He counted on the old grandma clock to mark the hours, but it stayed resolutely silent. He hoped it was past midnight already, he couldn’t bare the news only ten minutes had passed. No, the candle forgotten on the table was burned out : more than five hours had passed.
Quackity grumbled, tired and discouraged. Why was Mr Claus so late ? Was he actually aware not everyone was asleep in the house, that borrowers existed ? Or was he simply running late ? Maybe he had some trouble with the dangerous chimney’s spider, thought Quackity with a snort.
Some muffled sound resonated in the living room, interrupting his thoughts and making him go still.
A big black cloud suddenly appeared under his hiding place, sending soot on the previously clean wooden floor. Profanities escaped from the same spot and Quackity watched, astonished, the gigantic spider run from his life and disappear behind the sofa.
“You good ?” silently shouted someone from very far away. “Seemed like a hard fall.”
“Try it yourself coward !” shouted back another voice, way closer, also trying to keep silent. “I would have landed better if you didn’t push me!”
“You took forever to go down, what was I supposed to do ?!”
“Not yeet me to my death at the very least, there was a fu… honking spider in this hell hole !”
“Stop complaining, you’ll wake up the humans”, dismissed the faraway voice. “I’m sending the packages.”
A soft thump could be heard from the chimney, accompanied by new profanities. Quackity could definitely learn from this Mr Claus, if it was indeed him.
“Couldn’t have given me a warning ?! It almost crashed !”
“I did ! Why weren’t you ready, slowpoke ?”
“Warning goes before throwing the present dumb-face not after ! Now hush or you will wake up the humans.”
A second thump accompanied by a painful crack sounded.
“ARE YOU KIDDING ME, I TOLD YOU TO WARN ME !” whispered-yelled the close voice.
“Make a god damn decision ! You told me to hush, dimwit ! ”
“Yeah, not to throw away the gift on the ground and watch it crash !”
Seeing no big shadow on the wall and enraptured by this riveting exchange, Quackity chanced a look outside his hiding place. And, okay, now that was fascinating.
Under the chimney stood a very small (by human standards of course, the stranger was actually twice or thrice Quackity’s own size) man, dressed in horrific clothes green, white and red. The borrower had rarely seen so appalling combination of colors and yet, there was in it like an harmony. His head was covered by a ridiculous lime pointy hat surrounded by a white bandana.
His ears were pointed though and Quackity wondered for the first time if he wasn't human. But the owners of the house were expecting this Mr Claus : since when would those tinies exist, and why would they be in good relation with the humans ? He appreciated a moment the irony : here they were, two kind of tinies. One was desperate to stay hidden, took things from humans yet lived secretly with them. The other was announcing his arrival, though refusing to see humans, and gave them things. There really were complementary.
He looked at the mysterious Claus again and watched him installing one last present under the Christmas tree.
« I'm done here ! Send the rope, I'll be pissed if Dream managed once again to complete its run faster. »
« Stop complaining and climb faster. We wouldn't lose so often if you didn't break something each time you got down. »
« Shut up ! And pull me ! »
With those nice words, Mr Claus disappeared. Quackity waited a bit, not sure he didn't dream this whole interaction. He hurried down his hidden spot, jumping from socks to decorations hanging on the tree until he landed on a package. Two of them were so big it would have taken six borrowers to attempt to open the top. Another was trapped in a ribbon like a mummy and so his attention got reported on the last three gifts. The first one was a bit disappointing : it revealed some clothes, way too big for him. He couldn't cut in them either, it would be obvious they were tampered with. The second contained a clear bottle, filled with a brown liquid that smelled weird. Quackity deduced from the big written name on the side that it was alcohol, and tried a taste. The bitter taste left him dubious at first, but he tried again and once more to his great pleasure. He would have to borrow some more at another time.
Which left him with the last gift to date : the one Mr Claus had foolishly let crash down. Quackity opened it with curiosity. Was the damage important ? Would it be the perfect place to scavenge or to borrow ?
A tremor passed through him when he discovered multiple small people, about his height.
The borrower soon realized their appearance are their only common trait, the people actually being some mass of plastic.
He exhaled, relieved. The worst went through his mind for a moment.
Amused by those simulacres, he burrowed under the dolls. Some had their arms or head broken by the sudden fall through the chimney, explaining the crash. Their clothes though were in perfect shape and, luckily, perfectly changeable. Quackity amused himself by putting on a brown hat and vest, adorned of a yellow star. He then put on some white suit with a flower on his heart.
This was the best present ever. Even his community wouldn’t be able to refuse such a gift. Clearly, the dolls were damaged : which human would bat an eye to some missing ornaments ?
Buried under the dolls, he froze when a voice appears, much too close for comfort.
“Which color was the package again ?”
“Are you really asking me that, seriously ? Just take the one who seems ruffled and let’s go. The sun will be up soon.”
Before Quackity could react, Mr Claus closed the top of the box where he hid. Panic filled him : where was the box taken ? Why did the stranger come back at all ?
He didn’t notice Quackity’s presence but then, how could he get out ?
Shaken by the hasty movements of his carrier, the borrower tried to regain his footing without success. The dolls crashed on him with each jolt and he felt himself get sick when the box got suddenly up in abrupt succession.
“Can’t you pull me up faster ? It’s still dark and creepy here” complained Mr Claus.
“Be… arrgh… quiet. Your air is… hmpf… getting too heavy…” answered the foreign voice, getting clearer the higher they got.
“His air, seriously George ? You couldn’t have picked like, literally anything else ? Like his humor ?” asked a third voice with amusement.
Still crammed in the present, Quackity closed his eyes to concentrate on the sounds he perceived. Where were they ? Wasn’t Mr Claus supposed to be one man ? A new jolt put him higher and rolling against a corner, crashing harshly in the pile of clothes he assembled. Wood cracked as the three voices came together.
“Oh you, don’t start it ! You could have helped him at any time but nooo, mister Dream is too good for his old friend.”
“Not my fault if you idiots cracked a package”, crooned the third voice. “Get better. Losers.”
“Next time… arf… you carry his sorry ass. And you’ll see who’s faster.”
“Sorry, since when was I the one responsible for this fiasco ?” explosed Mr Claus (?).
“Since you started ordering things and complain-“
“Shut it girls, you’re both pretty”, interrupted the third voice. “Let’s go before we’re late, I’m hoping to get promoted this year. Yip-yip Rudolph!”
Let’s go ? Where ? screamed Quackity in his mind. Where the hell are those dumbass taking me ?
Before he got to think too hard, the box was jolted in the air while one of them started happily screaming. Quackity tried to focus on his lunch and more specifically, to keep it in his stomach. Wherever they were going, he hoped the travel would be fast.
***
The travel – no, the journey ! – was not fast. Despite Quackity’s best thoughts and prayers, they didn’t reach their destination before a time that seemed infinite to him. Still, he was an optimistic at heart and different things were gained during that interminable travel.
One : he managed to cut himself a hole to see and breathe through with the gold star of his new vest. The air was incredibly cold but he had enough clothes with him to create sufficient heat. Two : he now discovered Mr Claus, if it was indeed him, flied. Which would explain why he came through the chimney. Sadly, this also meant he did have to wait until they reached their destination to escape his unknowing captors. Three : his captors were certified idiots. Imbécils. If he was caught by them, it was no surprise it was an incident. They were also really loud, which wouln’t hurt when Quackity made his inevitable escape. Four : he was freaking flying. No borrowers ever went in the air ! He would have so much stuff to say to his community when he came back.
If he came back.
As said before, Quackity was an optimistic guy so he didn’t linger on that thought. He did listen however the three morons argue and discuss, lulled by their funny conversation.
He was almost disappointed when they reached the ground, but his sick stomach quickly made him grateful for the stopping motion. The third man, easily identifiable with his confident and leading voice, stopped their carriage and the two bickering ones got down. Through his hole, Quackity saw the one he had nicknamed Mr Claus and another, similar looking man. His green and red uniform was as beautiful on him than on Mr Claus, which is to say not at all, but big round black glasses framed his face. At least they would be easy to distinguish.
“When you meet Karl, remind him Santa’s speech is at seven in the Great Hall”, said the third and still invisible man. “I’ll see you there.”
“That arrogant prick”, sighed Mr Claus. “I can’t believe he beat us once again ! Bad, Antfrost and Sam are going to be unbearable this eve.”
“Yeah. Wouldn’t have happened if you caught the package”, answered Googles while walking towards an unidentified place.
“Wouln’t have missed it if you warned me”, replied Mr Claus, following his friend (?). “It should be your responsibility to get that thing to the broken factory.”
“Are you saying you don’t want to see Karl now ?” exclaimed Googles with an atrocious, fake concerned face. “Oh the poor boy, he will simply cry all the tears he has when I tell him how you would rather go wash the reindeers than visit him... But”, he interrupted himself, “as your bestest friend ever Sapnap, I accept to bring those heart-breaking news. No need to thank me, I’ll do what’s necessary.”
He made a move towards the box and Quackity readied himself to a violent transition but Mr Claus/Sadnap (?) held firm.
“Don’t even think about it, you manipulative, lazy ass !”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
“You’re insufferable and each day I hope you’ll get chosen for the lost children’s daycare”, replied Sadmap.
“You mean that’s not already my job, with being forced to accompanny you ?”
Their quick back and forth came naturally, smiled Quackity. At least their banter was enough to forget about his situation.
“GEORGE ! SAPNAP !” screamed an high pitched voice bubbling with joy. “You came back just in time for - … Wait, is there a problem with your gifts again ? I swear I did everything right this time, I don’t get how…”
“It was that dumbass’s fault actually,” came the answer in chorus from the two not-friends.
Quackity tried to see the newcomer but the hole was directed towards Googles/George’s torso. He resigned himself to more waiting.
“I, of course, expect a full explanation but let’s cut to the chase so I can repair that while you explain. What’s wrong with this gift ?”
George looked towards what Quackity guessed was Sapnap’s face.
“It fell down the chimney and made a crash sound”, succinctly said his current holder. “It’s some dolls apparently ? The list wasn’t clear, but luckily we could use one of the substitute once the round ended.”
“Okay, okay, let’s take a look at it then, I’ll see how bad it is and whether I sent it to trash’s section or to Foolish’s office”.
Being passed around was definitely the worst feeling ever, thought Quackity while once again being sent tumbling down. He wished he didn’t have to correct his thoughts so quickly when the box opened and a round face with sparkling brown eyes and pointed ears peered inside, making him freeze instantly.
Was it his prey’s instincts or simply his survival instinct ? Either way, he couldn’t move an inch, his breath caught in a bout of panic. His kidnappers may not be humans but they were still thrice his size, big enough to inflict serious damage should they want to. Quackity had no idea they even existed before tonight, who’s to say they won’t react violently when faced with the borrower’s existence ?
“Well, there’s a lot of them with parts broken. And their clothes are a mess, good thing you didn’t leave the gift at the house.”
He barely twitched when the stranger’s hand got each dolls out one by one, revealing him more and more. His tongue was paralyzed, opposite to his heart who beat like crazy in his chest. He could hear their conversation through a impenetrable molasse, distorted by the anxiety. Faintly, he guessed Sapnap recounted his version of the night ?
His forced immobility certainly saved him when he was the next picked, the brunet grabbing him like the previous dolls. To his immediate fear however, he wasn’t let down with the rest, but closely examined. Those brown eyes may have been magical from afar, but they were now a mere centimeter from his face and he really would like some personal space
“This one though is beautiful, don’t you think ? Glad it didn’t get damaged, it’d be quite the waste”, sighed Karl wistfully before settling him down on the left, with the intact one. “I’ll send the good ones to Foolish. He will know what to do with them, the rest can go through recycling.”
But Quackity didn’t want to go to Foolish. He was lucky enough to pass through this guy’s quick control, he refused to try his chance again. His boy seemed in agreement seeing how he could now control his movements. Taking advantage of the three men’s distraction with the last dolls and the “weird pile of clothes, I wouldn’t ever done that for a command”, Quackity slowly got up and went back towards the end of the counter. Now that he could see where he was, he was almost in awe.
The building was as tall as three humans’ houses put one on one. The walls, covered by a magnificent wall papers in iridescent green, gold and red, regorged from details more funny and practical than the previous one.
Multiple carousels went from one place to the other, multicolor lights and decorations illuminating the place in a perfect kaleidoscope. A dozen of Christmas trees, heavily ornamented, embellished the place and the roof, made of glass and so faraway it could as well had been space, was covered by a fin layer of snow. It was a wonderful sight.
All also seemed at his kidnappers’ height, which made it way less dangerous to parkour through than in human’s houses. It was perfect.
Good things come to an end however.
This one did when George turned around and spotted him.
“K… Karl ? I think one of your toys is alive”, he stammered, not believing his eyes, even putting his glasses on his forehead to see better.
“What ? That’s imposs… Wooooaaaw”, howled Karl while turning, in total disbelief. “Huh, hello little guy ?”
Quackity turned around slowly, as if he could delay the inevitable. But there, right in front of him, still were the three guys, as frozen as he was a few seconds before.
“Do… do you understand me ?” tried the brunet once again, approaching slowly as to not frighten him.
The borrower didn’t stay to offer him an answer. He turned around and jumped down, going towards one the multiple carousel that were at the back of the desk.
“W… What ? Stop it ! Or him ! I don’t know, do something !!” shrieked Karl while watching it disappear in the factory.
George and Sapnap stayed petrified a bit more, shocked to their core by the sudden movements of the toy. Since when was such a thing possible ? Clearly, it had blinked and moved, this was no illusion. But the fact a toy was alive seemed to much for the poor elves.
Sapnap was the first to follow, screaming at the doll to get back here this instant, jumping after it on the carrousel. George took a bit more time before asking where the carousel went to Karl, that barely managed to answer him. It was the first time ever an elf got such a situation to the repair’s desk.
The two friends hurried down to the trash’s room, where they should hopefully find the “toy” or at the very least Sapnap.
