The hot evening air rippled around Quackity as he walked along the road to his casino, his dress shoes clicking like a clock ticking down to his death. The cool marble of the casino welcomed him from every side, reminding him of all he had done.

Lining the red carpet and all around was stacks and stacks of tnt rigged together. If he was going to go out, he would be the one to do it, nobody else. The city was eerily quiet at this time. The perfect time to go off with a ceremonious bang.

He had done all he could to avoid himself. Now that he had everything he wanted, he felt emptier than ever. The more he had, the bigger the gaping hole in his chest got. He had lost Slime, pushed Wilbur away enough that he wouldn't come close, and these days everyone else on the smp rarely visited or cared enough to check up on him.

He couldn't help but smile in satisfaction as he rested on his throne of marble. This was how it ended. It was finished. He rested his hand on the lever connected to the redstone leading to the piles of tnt that would be his final gift to this world.

That was, until he heard the doors to the casino shifting open. there in the golden light was the silhouette of someone he dreaded seeing right now. He wasn't sure if he wanted to kill or hug the arsonist right now, maybe a bit of both. He grit his sharp teeth together, watching his rival enter the casino.

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