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“Just fucking admit it! Just fucking admit that I’m not a good person, Slime! Fucking say it to my face!”
Quackity had tears streaming down his face, he could barely see. He didn’t care. His fists were beating against a wall of goo (who continuously insisted he was a person) as he sobbed.
Slime winced every time. It hurt, it did. At this point he didn’t have the strength to dap up Quackity back, he could barely move. He was so tired.
“You’re my friend, Quackity from-“
“Just shut up! Just shut your fucking mouth or I swear to god I’ll kill you, you son of a bitch!” Quackity screamed. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t lose another person.
“You said you’d be there for me, but you’re not! You lied to me, just like you lied to me about that fucking country!” Quackity didn’t even know who he was screaming to, who he was screaming about.
It didn’t matter anyways.
His fists came down a final time on the broken man underneath him.
“Don’t worry, Quackity from Las Nevadas.” A shaky smile came across the man’s features. “You’re...you’re my best friend too.” He whispered.
[Slimecicle was slain by Quackity.]