Weaved Strings -A Demo-

Intergalactic

"Sería genial, gracias," He agreed.

Roier nodded enthusiastically and gestured for him to follow. Quackity took a final look at the ocean before following the man, as they walked he took the opportunity to look at their surroundings again. Considering it was nighttime most things were empty and closed down however a few businesses remained open, people chatted casually as they enjoyed dinner or perhaps a couple drinks.

There didn't seem to be an ounce of stress here... everyone looked carefree and happy. The atmosphere was light, it was easy to breathe and even he found himself wanting to bask in its welcoming embrace. The man led him through a couple neighborhoods and over towards a small yellow house, he followed him inside and looked around the bare space confused. Nothing but a simple table and chair took up the whole living area.

"¿Alguna vez has usado una plataforma warp antes?" The brunette asked.

Quackity shook his head, "¿Qué es eso?"

A devious smile appeared on Roier's face and he stepped into the corner of the room making sure to hold eye contact with him, Quackity watched in confusion as he stood in the corner when he suddenly disappeared. He blinked a couple times and looked around the room, what the fuck was that?

He waited a minute and realized that the man wasn't coming back which meant he either had to go in that same... disappearing device or try to find someone else that could possibly help him. He weighed the options for a moment before sighing and walking towards the pad.

As soon as he stepped onto it nausea instantly struck him, purple particles filled his vision and when it cleared he was suddenly in a new room. He stumbled off of the pad and held onto the nearby wall, it felt like an ender pearl but a thousand times worse. A quiet chuckle sounded out from the opposite side of the room making him slowly look in that direction.

Roier leaned up against what looked to be a desk and was covering his mouth as he laughed, Quackity's gaze quickly turned into a sharp glare, "Eres una idiota."

"Eso fue mejor de lo que jamás había imaginado," Roier laughed.

"Guapito pare de zombar do coitado," A new voice spoke.

Quackity moved his gaze off Roier and over to the new person in the room; the man had split colored hair and was holding a large stack of old books, he was dressed in what looked to be a suit minus the jacket.

He cleared his throat and pushed himself away from the wall, "¿Es este él?"

Roier nodded, "Cellbit esto es Quackity."

The man, Cellbit, eyes widened slightly and he set the stack of books down on the desk. Quackity watched as he hurried over to him as if he was analyzing him, "Que interessante... outro Quackity," Cellbit mumbled to himself.

He took a slight step back and tried to ignore the itch that crawled up his skin, he hated people staring at him. "Sorry, I don't speak Portuguese."

Cellbit startled slightly, "Oh! That's fine, I mean, puedo hablar español... but you couldn't understand me?"

He shook his head, "Uh.. no? How would I understand you if I can't speak the language?"

"Não creio que ele tenha tradutor," Cellbit looked over his shoulder to speak to Roier who also looked surprised.

"Alright enough," Quackity interrupted, gaining both their attention, "I was told you could get me home, is that true?"

Cellbit was silent for a moment before slowly nodding, "If there's anybody to do it I guess it would be me... but I've never dealt with this before so it may take a while."

"How long is 'a while'?"

"Maybe a week or two?"

He ran a hand down his face and let out a long sigh, a week was long, too long. He didn't know if he could be in a strange place for that amount of time, especially if people are going to look at him like he's got three heads.

"Quackity," Roier spoke up, "Cellbit es la mejor persona de la isla para afrontar situaciones como esta."

He looked to Roier and nodded slowly, "Okay.. Lo siento, sólo... descúbrelo, por favor."

Cellbit looked between the two men before hurrying over to the desk, he sorted through the mess for a moment before picking up a notebook and rushing back over, "What can you tell me about your world?"

Quackity bit on the inside of his lip as he thought about the best way to describe that dumpster fire of a place, "Well... I own a country called Las Nevadas which is connected to a bigger empire called Esmpe."

"You own a country?" Cellbit asked, almost bewildered.

He furrowed his brow confused and nodded, "Sí... do you not?"

"No... country's aren't really a thing out here, we have towns but that's it," Cellbit informed.

"¡Aunque tuvimos elecciones!" Roier cut in.

Quackity looked to Roier instantly, "¿Tienes presidenta?"

"Nosotras solíamos."

He could almost feel the relief that flooded through him, he didn't think he had the strength to deal with an unknown president... not after everything that's happened.

"Can you decribe what happened before you came here?" Cellbit pushed.

Like lce his blood ran cold. He stared at the man in front of him as he took down previous notes and thought about the correct words to explain what he went through. How does one explain that his best friend betrayed and attempted to kill him due to his own fearful rules and regulations? No matter how he worded it, it sounded blasphemous.

"I... I got into a fight with a friend and they pushed me off a balcony," He murmured.

The room turned so silent he swore he could hear a pin dropped. He looked up from where his eyes had fallen to both shocked expressions on their faces, had he said the wrong thing?

Cellbit cleared his throat and began writing again, "Why did they push you?"

"I'm not expanding further."

"The extra information may be helpful-"

"Dije que no voy a dar más detalles sobre esto," Quackity growled, his hand itching for his knife again.

The Brazilian man held his hands up in defense and nodded, "Desculpe, I didn't mean to upset you."

"This was a waste of time." He suddenly turned around and began walking towards the warp pad again.

"¡Esperar!" Roier called out. He could hear quick footsteps across the room before the man stopped in front of him, "No puedes irte."

Quackity scoffed, "Como si no pudiera, sal de mi camino."

"Lo digo en serio, déjame explicarte-"

"Roier, ¡Apártate de mi camino!"

"You can't leave because there's another Quackity out there!" Roier suddenly blurted.

His eyes widened and he stumbled backwards slightly, "¿Qué?"