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The buttons clicked, the blood dripped. The green slime cracked the cases. There wasn't much time.
Cucurucho had to do this now.
The glass was soon to shatter.
The clock was ticking.
It was soon.
The button was right there, and they haven't been able to press it.
Cucurucho wandered the lab again.
He'd been studying for days on end, weeks, months.
All to find out nothing.
The broken glass, test tubes, journals, science books.
The miles of cabinets full of shit.
Someone stepped into the lab, creaking the door.
"Heeelllooo...! Is anyone hereeee?" The voice said.
Cucurucho looked back.
'What?' Cucurucho spoke, just using a robot text-to-speech voice.
'Who are you.'
There was a small silence.
"Oh! My apologies. My name is bad! People just call me 'Badboyhalo.' or stick with just bad. You can call me Bad or Mr. Halo!" Bad said, stepping in through the door slowly.
'Oh. Hello.' Cucurucho stepped towards the door.
"Can.. Can I come in?" Bad stepped away from the door.
'Are you sure.' The robot voice somewhat trailed off.
"Yeah! I'm sure it's not too bad!" Badboyhalo insisted.
Cucurucho stepped back to let the guy in, seeing the demon tail and horns connected to his body.
"Holy cow, what is this..?" Badboyhalo had such curiosity.
'A lab.'
"It's so cool!" Bad wandered around Cucurucho's lab in amazement. He had clearly never seen something like this before.
Cucurucho just walked back to what he was doing, leaving the clueless 'demon' wander around the very much dangerous area.
He watched as the 'demon' sprint around and gazed at the 'eggs,' children, huevos, whatever you wanted to call them.
They were stuck unconscious in tubes with green slime occupying the soft & small bodies. It looked like Bad was gazing at the one with a small little top hat with red trim as a stripe.
Cucurucho decided to leave Badboyhalo alone.
Glass shattered.
Cucurucho walked into the main fuction of the lab.
The test tubes of slime were connected through the soil underground.
The millions of buttons and white boards full of plans were everywhere.
Cucurucho had 10 or more beakers placed on a counter nearby.
Badboyhalo barged in quietly.
"Heeey, I also didn't.. Catch your name?"
'Cucurucho.'
Even with the visitor here, the slime kept cracking the glass.
It was now or never.
"What are you doing?"
'Lab.'
"Oh, okay. Is this all of your stuff? It's really cool!" Bad's tail could wag apparently.. Uhm?
'You can say that.'
"How fricking long did this take you?"
'I didn't do it alone, but I mostly did it. I don't remember how long.'
"Your a... Forgetful muffin, I see." Bad said, peaking his head out behind Cucurucho's back.
Cucurucho turned around and stared at him in a way of saying, "What are you saying?"
He placed his hand on the top of the 'counter,' you could call it.
Cucurucho burnt himself on accident with a really-fucking-hot beaker.
'Frick. Frick. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.'
"Are you alright?" Bad's eyes had a glint, though his pupil outline only being visible on his eyes.
Their incredible burn made his white 'furry' skin go pink, almost burning his skin on the forearm.
Cucurucho lay his elbow down on the control counter, slamming his other hand elsewhere than the burning one.
He slammed a button instead.
'Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢ.' Instantly flashed on the screen.
Code was all over the room.
"What.. What the fudge!"
The beaker spilled.
'No. No. No. No. Leave. Leave. Leave.'
Badboyhalo stepped in-front of Cucurucho to instantly hear shattering glass and water flowing.
"WHAT THE FUDGE...?"
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Charlie thought he was hallucinating, maybe it's the fog on his glasses,
but there was literally an open door in a random mineshaft he found.
...And he forgot his phone so he couldn't show El Mariana.
"Only one way to find out.." Charlie busted inside.
Green slime was everywhere, "Oh.. Jesus Christ. There's so much fucking slime.." Some even stuck to him.
There were fucking children, or, huevos, that had fucking weapons here.
And he saw one that had cute little glasses, just like his ones back at home.
Charlie & Mariana both used glasses, the huevo looked... The most slimy.
Charlie touched the slime and instantly felt a shock of pain on his whole body, never drying slime being stuck to his body.
"Jesus fucking Christ..."
He looked at the others.
One with a red bow and a throwing dagger.
One with a top hat and just code particles flurrying around his right hand.
One with a mustache with gears & mechanic items, a wrench was thrown out of nowhere at the mustache one.
One with overalls and just his hands.
One with a hat & a mini fan on it with a shotgun.
One with a duck floaty & a too-sharp sword.
"Holy shit, dude."
Slime stuck to his fucking hair, same as a stick.
A slimecicle.
"Pfft. Slimecicle."
Charlie looked around, nothing moved. Well.. Besides the green slime and shattered glass.
Charlie heard knocking on the roof and underneath the floor boards.
"Well, shit." Charlie adjusted his glasses and wandered around.
The first room he goes into is the control room.
Millions of buttons, too much color. People with sensitive eyesight would've vomited.
The plans were on the walls.
"Get eggs to use their humans for advantages"
"Get eggs to destroy."
"Finally keep them awake."
What did that fucking mean?
They were just children!
Pure fucking children!
A ceiling tile knocked over and fell down.
Charlie moved the ceiling tile that was broken and climbed up to the top of where it lead.
"The fuck?"
Up there was an extra board with plans.
"Get this one to finally shut up about fear."
"Keep this one hidden."
"Keep the truth hidden."
An egg with a pistol and flute, Brown hair with a red beanie.
"That just fucking looks like Wilbur.. Holy shit."
What did this egg know?
Charlie needed to know now.
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"Where the actual fuck is this guy." Quackity complained in his head.
Cucurucho was in his sight now.
"CUCURUCHO!" "GET OVER HERE!" Quackity yelled.
'What.' Cucurucho said.
"Is it ready? At all?" Quackity asked.
'No. It's breaking.'
"What the fuck. Cucurucho. Your fucking kidding. Your fucking kidding." Quackity said under his breath.
"YOU SAID IT WOULD BE READY BY TODAY!" Quackity yelled.
'The creature is returning, the cases are cracking.' Cucurucho said.
"Oh my fucking god.. Really?! I swear to fuck..."
"Your fucking joking. Tell me your fucking joking right now." Quackity looked Cucurucho dead in the eyes, his anger visible. "Oh my god.. This could've worked! This could've fucking worked!"
'It's not my fault.'
"YOU WERE THE ONE WATCHING THEM! I FUCKING.." Quackity was cut-off.
'Stop.'
"NO! NO NONO NO... THIS COULD'VE WORKED CUCURUCHO!"
"I SWEAR TO GOD! CUCURUCHO!" Quackity's temper just went out the roof, he didn't have a very good time trying to contain his temper at Cucurucho either.
Quackity adjusts his beanie and brushes his hair out his eyes.
'It's not my fault.' Cucurucho held his hand over the burn on his forearm.
"DID YOU FUCKING BURN YOURSELF TOO? OH MY GO.." Quackity trails off.
"... You know what... Nevermind. It's too... Just go back," Quackity said under his breath, he took his hand off of Cucurucho's shoulder, he wiped his eyes to hide his anger.
Quackity ran off, adjusting his beanie so it wouldn't fall, leaving his ridiculous hairline for all to see.
His short wolfcut-like hair was caressed by the wind, his blue n' black zip-up jacket pushing on his stomach.
"This fucking dumbass.." He sighed, whispering to himself while running.
He needed to speak to [R̶E̶D̶A̶C̶T̶E̶D̶]. He needed to, NOW.
Cucurucho was useless to him currently, he didn't pay attention to the fact that he was going to slam into someone because he was so deep into thought. Quackity bumped into a tall figure, a tall figure with a baggy yellow knit sweater. Wilbur. Wilbur and looked him into the eyes after rubbing his own, seeing Wilbur had almost shattered his glasses from the unexpected moment. Quackity had caught his glasses, somehow.
"Wi.. Wilbuur! Hooooolaaaa!.." Quackity trailed off.
"Hey, Quackity.." Wilbur rolled his eyes in annoyance.
Wilbur picked up his glasses from Quackity's coldass hands.
Quackity scooted back like a little kid in 2nd grade asked him to scoot over and finally stood up, dusting himself off.
"Uhh.. Okay.. Well, if you could maybe just let me go through that would be gr—"
Wilbur shot him a dirty look and slightly cringed.
"No. You need to tell me what you were yelling about." Wilbur said, adjusting his glasses. Quackity forgot that Wilbur had good-enough hearing to hear Quackity's yells from a bit too far.
"Okay.. Well. Me and this guy were.. Planning a little bit of a celebration for everyone on the island!" Quackity awkwardly said, cringing at his own lie. Wilbur knew Quackity wasn't that great at lying to him.
"Yuh uh...?" Wilbur bent down and cringed, looking at the guy in a blue beanie dead in the eyes, standing straight again.
Quackity clears his throat, going into his 'acting' mode to Wilbur.
"We were planning this huge party for everyone and the guy ruined the decors so now I have to order more."
Quackity paused, Wilbur clearly by the expression on his face, knew Quackity was lying.
Quackity coughed to hold in his laughter, "Is that good enough for you, Mr. Music...?" Quackity whispered.
"Sure.. You go do whatever you were doing.." Wilbur shifted to the left and let Quackity through.
Quackity forgot what he was doing.
"Actually.. I kinda forgot at this point." Quackity brushed his hair out his face.
Wilbur didn't speak, he just sat down under a tree and looked at night's sky.
Quackity ran and tried to jump over the river, falling into the water at the last foot.
Wilbur laughs, "Try again next time, Mr. 'I'm so badass.'!"
Quackity rolled his eyes and ran off.
He didn't care anymore.
Quackity's beanie fell off as the wind caressed his hair.
"FUCK!" Quackity yelled to himself.
Quackity reached out for his beanie and saw a beaker with green slime in it.
"What the fuck...?"
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Mr. Halo spoke, "Quackity, are you so sure about this?"
"I am very sure." Quackity said under his breath.
The chair Quackity sat in was sat in front of a drink and the label that said "QuackityHQ" to point out his specific seat.
The signature on the label was drying off because of the fact Mr. Halo had kept rubbing on it.
"Cucurucho confirmed that the eggs were going to be let loose soon, the dragon is coming back!" Mr. Halo exclaimed.
"...Yes. I know." Quackity put on the nicest voice he could in his acting to hide his anger.
Quackity had the beaker of green slime on the floor by his foot and the chair leg.
Mr. Halo stepped towards Quackity.
"He also burned himself.. It's not his fault. The cases are cracking, the eggs will be let loose soon enough." Mr. Halo said.
"We'll just make it look natural, tomorrow when the cases crack, we'll announce the eggs and say that the parents will be paired. If it doesn't work out and the eggs are too violent, we'll have to say that we had technical difficulties." Quackity explained, trying to hold his temper.
"Okayy.. But how do we know it didn't become spread? This is very important!" Mr. Halo dusted off his tie.
"Because the only person I know guaranteed is suspicious is Wilbur."
"So what? He may spread it to others!"
"All I said was that I was planning a party for everyone on the goddamn island, damnnit."
Quackity coughed purposely.
He adjusted his beanie again, brushing the hair out of his face.
Mr. Halo looked worried, you could tell from the pupil outline even though his actual eye blended into the background and the heart of his eyes.
Quackity wanted to punch a hole into something or someone.
All his hope for Cucurucho and the eggs were demolished because Cucurucho pressed the lease button.
"I introduced myself to him earlier, so Cucurucho may be on my side!.. Plus, you know I can be a spy when I need to!" Mr. Halo tried to persuade Quackity.
"I can't fucking care at this point, he's useless to me now!"
"Son of a bitch won't even pay attention to what he presses in HIS OWN GODDAMN LAB." Quackity scowled.
"Look.. Mr. Alex Quackity, I don't know what to s—"
Mr. Halo stepped closer, knocking down the beaker. It spilled on Alex's (Quackity's) foot.
"What the FUCK did you jus..?" Quackity trailed off.
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