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Techno stared in horror. This was his fault, it had to be. “stop! He’s going to drown!”

Quackity laughed, pulling Phil from the water bucket he had. The Las Nevada resident and creator had somehow gotten the jump on the duo, knocking out and tying Technoblade to a chair; but simply holding Phil, waiting for the anarchist to wake up. For the last several minutes, Quackity kept dunking Phil under water and keeping him there until Technoblade begged.

“So, you want to tell me where he is?”

“How many times do we have to tell you! We don’t fucking know!” Quackity held Phil back in the water, frowning as he looked at the tiny man.

“Be quiet Phil, me and Techno are having a chat.”

“Quackity! Please! Don’t hurt Phil!” Techno’s voice cracked, tears finally spilling from his eyes. Phil was the only person he had left, and the tiny man only had one life. Quackity was going to waste it on some stupid question they couldn’t answer.

Quackity pulled Phil from the water, sighing as he saw the tiny person coughing up water. “Look, you are the only one who owes him any sort of favor. So just tell me where he is, and I’ll leave you two alone, okay?” Quackity asked again, tightening his grip on Phil. “Of course, if you don’t tell me, Phil might have an... accident.” Quackity smiled, flashing a gold tooth, and holding Phil just a little too close to his mouth for Techno’s comfort.

Technoblade opened his mouth, ready to spit out a lie, when an arrow pierced Quackity’s heart. Quackity stared down at the arrow, letting go of Phil. The scarred man collapsed, the death message finally showing:

“Quackity was shot by Dream using [Favor]”

Techno stared. Dream stood a distance away, crossbow up and a glare on his face. He walked, slow, unsteady. Techno watched as Dream gently picked up Phil before approaching him. Both watched as Dream carefully cut the rope binding Technoblade. Once the piglin man stood, Dream handed Phil over, turning away.