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hello! trying to knock out two chapters today!! hope you don't mind !! but imma try smth new with fhe spacing, if you do or don't like it pls let me know ! but it gives more commenting abilities now. anyways, enjoy !
Chapter 17-
Y/n POV-
By the time I took my eyes off of Dream I searched for the other two accomplices that would join us for this mission. When I found Jack, his eyes were already on me. His red and blue 3D glasses doing nothing to hide his eyes, especially making his squared out smile pop out. I nodded before my sight left him and started to scan the crowd again, looking for the gambling-addicted-ravenette.
I didn't scan for long before finding the scar ridden face. His dark golden orbs locked onto nothing in particular. I found Jack again amongst the crowd before he nodded his head towards Schlatt's direction. I grabbed ahold of Dream's wrist before dragging us towards the head office. Pushing through the little groups of people, Quackity trailing not far behind.
When we made it through the crowds into the office I noticed the significant drop of personality on the walls. Rather than being filled with exciting colors and patterns, it took on a modern look that consisted of a lot of white with few accents of black here and there. It was a square office, an at home one at that. And there sat Schlatt in front of his multiple screens waiting. As soon as the last person walked in, which I assume is Quackity, Schlatt cleared his throat and looked at us.
"Well, well, well. Nice of you guys to come-" Schlatt was abruptly cut off by an annoyed huff from Jack.
"Get with it Schlatt." He stated as his arms started to cross over his chest.
"Impatient much? Well you guys do have an incoming mission, specifically a delivery," He stopped and looked at specifically me and Dream before continuing. "it's going to be harsh. But I'm putting the newbies with you and Jack for a reason." Looking directly into Quackity's eyes.
"You want us to carry dead weight?" Quackity huffed, not exactly happy with his position. I looked around Dream to face Quackity with a mean look.
"Are you forgetting that I was the one to beat your ass in a 1v8? What do you mean 'dead weight'? All you know is that we used to work for an agency you were against, and frankly you invited us!" I was a bit pissed to say the least. Quackity was underestimating how strong we were, and back in our home agency that was always a horrible idea. If you want to know somebody's skill level, just duel. Actions mean more than words don't they?
"We were put at a disadvantage!"
"Under why circumstance? It was a 1v8 If anything I was-"
"Shut it!" Schlatt yelled. This broke me out of my disarrayed state. I took one last look at Quackity before letting out an exhale. I looked up to see Dream encasing his face in one of his hands, presumably out of disappointment. I'm not one to normally engage, but he deserved it. Mr. BlabbedMouth simply doesn't know how to shut it.
"As I was saying before being interrupted, this mission is going to be hard. You guys are delivering a cargo to an area that is highly guarded." He emphasized the word highly.
"This is not a 'fuck around all I want' mission." He looked at Quackity before continuing holding eye contact, the next words out of his mouth were probably going to be directed to him.
"You're going to be delivering to Purpled, gotcha?" Quackity's eyes widened.
"Purpleds agency?? What do you have against us?? Possibly a fucking death wish? His area is patrolled by Sam's agency, not the top but damn strong!" Quackitys arms emphasized his anger more than his words as they flew up in the air and slammed back down on his sides.
"Yes I know Quackity, but we have to get this deal done."
"So you're sending the noobs with us for a mission like this? Are you out of your fucking mind?!" Quackity's voice shook with what seemed like rage. If I were in his position I'd feel the exact same way. Dragging the rookies into a deadly mission with an advanced member is just asking to carry dead weight. Except that's exactly what Dream and I aren't.
"I'm not out of my mind, frankly i'm right where I should be." He pulled out a paper from his desk and held it in between his two fingers. "Guess what our dearest Ponkie-poo was able to get us?" He said with a devilish smirk. Quackity's once wide eyes turned that into a mischievous pair. His own smirk started to grow. I looked over Jack and saw the smallest smile form on his face as well. His brows furrowed causing a strained stare to come out. They all looked suspicious, but honestly?
The good kind. I want to be apart of this.
"What is that?" I asked, simply wanting to be apart of this understanding triangle.
"I am so glad you asked," Schlatt said before giggling to himself. "our dearest Ponkie has a, to put it simply, a fruity relationship with AweSamdude. He's our little spy I guess you could say. He was able to rip an agent schedule block from our dearest Sam. We all know Ponk is dead in love with Sam, but why not take advantage of it, yknow?" His oval eyes stared into my soul, with that damn smile. But I could feel my own smile start to grow, because damn that's good.
Schlatt turned in his chair opening multiple drawers before abruptly closing each. His fingers grazed the tops of files before closing the door again. He put his hand on the last drawer on the bottom right. His fingers grazer the files before a small 'aha!' came from his mouth. He pulled out a thick file with the large words "SAM PRODUCTIONS" on it.
"This here is what we call 'Why we Love Ponk' . He flipped open the cover and there lied multiple personal stacks of paper all disclosing a certain agent, their skill level, what they specialize in, and so much more. I felt my jaw drop and a smile form. He put the schedule on the inside cover.
"When you deliver this cargo, unfortunately for you, Sam himself as well as Foolish will be on watch. Two of their stronger agents." He pointed to their files while pointing to the schedule.
"You guys are gone in about an hour. This will be a simple mission, and you should be back my tomorrow morning. The car you guys are taking is huge, they ordered a big cargo for whatever reason. Purpled never disappoints I guess." With that, he broke his eyes from the papers and looked up at all 4 of us.
"Your outfits are layed out in front of your doors, and other than that you will be well on your way. Select a designated driver, they will drive there and somebody different will drive on the way back. Probably choose Jack or Quackity for the way there as they know where Purpled is. Assuming you'll remember the route, Nightmare or Star will take it back. You're dismissed." We all turned our backs away, quick 'thanks you's being thrown around before he made an abrupt clap.
We all turned to face him and there he sat lousily in his chair.
"One last thing! I know what you guys are capable of, make Daddy proud." He laughed at himself and then shooed us away with his hand.
I grabbed Dreams hand started to shake it.
"This is gonna be good!!!"
"Glad you're excited." He stated clearly unenthusiastically. Rather than push it out in the middle of the kitchen I decided to skip ahead to our door. Low and behold held our outfits. I could feel the excitement for action jolt through my body. I pulled the outfits up bringing it to my shoulders to evaluate the size. It seemed...oh god.
"It's tight fitting, fuck me! That probably means I'm gonna have to sweet talk people!" I looked over to Dream to see him also evaluating his costume size in the mirror. Noticeably something was bugging him.
"Hey what's wrong with you? You're not excited to jump back into action?" He was always excited to kick ass, but he wasn't even showing an ounce of adrenaline.
"Uhm..We'll not particularly. I just, I don't know. It doesn't matter."
"No no, it does matter. What's wrong? This is our thing! We love being rowdy!" I tried to uplift his mood but he simply shifted his mask to show that his face held an unamused look.
"Hey in all seriousness you can tell me what's up." I stood next him as he decided to sit on the bed.
"I used to work for Sam, a lot. He took on such a strong father figure in my life. I guess I'm just nervous to fight or, in your words, sweet talk." His hands found their way to his temples, running circles on them to ease the stress.
"It'll be okay, he probably won't even notice you. You've changed a lot, and promise me I feel the same way about Sam. I can't say I took him on as strongly about being a father figure but we were close. But who knows? Maybe he'll let us up easier that way. Now cmon get your costume on! We got places to be, places to go!" I urged him up and off the bed, he unwillingly got up with a tiny smile on his face.
I knew how much he loved Sam but he wasn't there to experience how much his once joyous soul changed into that of a chained one. A soul chained to his work. He would never be able to bare the sight of this 'New Sam', and he would never believe me even if I told him. Maybe this is the opportunity to do so.
"Alright I'm gonna change in here, therefor you're being exiled to the bathroom to change!" I declared to him.
"What? That's unfair."
"All is fair in love and war." I smiled before ushering him out of the room.
This is gonna be one hell of a ride.
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