Weaved Strings -A Demo-

Noid

"He's with our son, Richarlyson, he was the one to tell us about you actually."

At that moment it felt like puzzle pieces were forming together, "Is your son short, thick curly hair and a yellow shirt?"

Cellbit nodded, "Sim, that's him."

Quackity nodded along, "I remember him, fucking scared me half to death."

"Sorry for any trouble he caused."

He shook his head, "He's a kid... it's fine."

Cellbit was silent for a moment, the air in the room turning awkwardly thick as if neither knew what to say to the other. Quackity's eyes danced around the cluttered room taking in the little knick-knacks and picture frames that littered the walls; there were a lot of colorful child-like drawings and large family portraits that showed all genuine smiling faces.

"Do you mind if I ask you a bit more about your past? It'll help with research." Cellbit asked.

He nodded, "Sure, but don't expect me to answer everything."

Cellbit smiled at the answer and set his coffee cup on the table, suddenly looking more serious, "I have this theory that you are from a past universe, I'm not sure if it's true so are there any important events I could use to do some digging?"

Quackity scoffed and nodded, "Yeah, you got the Election of L'manburg, uh Manberg vs Pogtipia war, Doomsday, shall I go on?"

A shocked expression took over Cellbit's face almost as if he was horrifically surprised, Quackity could practically smell the coffee in his breath with how low his jaw had dropped.

"Wow that's," He shook his head, "That's a lot."

Quackity fidgeted in his seat, "Not everything is as nice as this place."

"This place isn't nice," Cellbit quickly corrected.

"Then I guess nowhere is perfect." He cracked his knuckles, "Is there anything else?"

"No... that will do for now, Gracias."

"Great, now where can I find this other me?"

A small smirk appeared on Cellbit's face, "Should've figured you wouldn't just sit here quietly." He stood up and handed him a small tablet, "Here, this is a spare communicator everyone here uses, it has a map and translator built into it."

Quackity furrowed his brows slightly, "Why would I need a translator?"

His smirk only grew wider, "You really think the only languages spoken here are Spanish and Portuguese?"

He stared down at the tablet and blinked a couple times, the amount of buttons and tabs were overwhelming. His eyes began to strain slightly as he zoomed out of the map; this place was fucking huge.

"If you want to find our Quackity he'll most likely be at his house," Cellbit informed and pointed out where the man's house was located.

He nodded and tucked the tablet into his pocket, "Gracias, Cellbit... I appreciate it."

The Brazilian patted his shoulder, "We'll get you home, don't worry."

Quackity stopped himself from inching away from the touch and instead just silently nodded, Cellbit pulled his hand away and guided him back through the warp pad and out of the small house. As he stepped outside he had to shield his eyes away from the unexpected sunlight that assaulted him, how long had he been down there for?

He hurried over to a tall patch of shade and pulled the tablet back out; looking at the map it seemed like this other Quackity's house wasn't too far away, if he followed the road forward he would eventually stumble upon it. He took a quick glance around his surroundings before starting down the paved pathway.