a/n: This was an idea that was inspired by a oneshot a mutual of mine wrote. I lost motivation for it, unfortunately. My last edit to this draft was 12/18/23 at 2:17am.

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Request: No
Mcyt: Purpled, Quackity (mention of Slimecicle, Sapnap and Karl Jacobs)
Type: Angst w/ a bit of fluff but angst mainly
Ages: Quackity: Irl | Purpled: 17
AU: Minecraft

A/N: This chapter was inspired by OpelLeaf's chapter in the BonkersFruitSMP book we are both a part of. All credit of this idea goes to them, as they wrote it first. Enjoy :] Also, I'm going based off of when the VOD for this lore came out, which was November 27th, 2021 (so that hopefully the dates make sense or whatever- I'll shut up-)

TW: death, starvation, mention of an ED

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*third person*
December 2nd, 2:34AM.

He was still laying there. The same position. He hadn't moved an inch.

Five days. Five days since he'd shoved that green, slimey idiot into that damned lava. He has no one to blame but himself yet he pushes the blame onto the guy he killed.

He doesn't even know why he pushed him - and if he does it's probably some bullshit reason for him to have power.

"Cmon Purpled, you're better than this!"

"Really? Lava? Harsh death for such an innocent guy!"

"What did you want? Power? Expected for someone on this server."

"You've should've fallen in, not him!"

"You."

"Deserve."

"This."

"Guilt."

Purpled sat up with a gasp, feeling sweat make his messy, dirty blonde hair stick to his forehead. His shirt felt gross on his skin and the air in the room felt still and hot.

He stood up and exited his room. He wasn't one to leave his room, knowing that his thoughts were right.

This guilt was his punishment. He deserves this. He needs this. It's all his fault anyways.

As he made his way down the stairs, he stumbled from side to side, and his vision faded in and out from black. He ignored it. All he needed was water and maybe some food.

"You don't need the food."

Yeah, he doesn't.

He ignored the fridge completely, going for just a glass of water.

Everything felt fake - it all felt like a lie. The cold water running down his throat as he swallowed felt like it was turning his body into ice.

Every inhale he took that caused his body to shake as he held back sobs made him feel like his life was burning into charred, black nothingness.

It was fake. It was a lie.

He decided he was done with the water, dumping the rest down the sink. The time was now 3:12AM, and he realized that half the time he'd spent down in the kitchen was him staring out into nothing.

The antennas on the top of his head twitched, making him wince harshly. He hated when they twitched and moved as the sensation was highly unpleasant. Sometimes it hurt if they moved too much.

He decided it was time to go back to his room once more to try and get even a blink of sleep. Just because he hasn't moved in five days, doesn't mean that Quackity won't barge in and force him out of his room.

Well, the other four times he's tried it hasn't worked - but Purpled knows that Quackity will do everything in his power to get him out today.

So, might as well sleep while he can.

time skip to big q to the morning

Purpled woke up to aggressive shaking. He groaned, immediately knowing who it was.

Quackity.

"Purpled, get your ass up now!" He yelled, "I'm not letting you spend a sixth day in here. Work isn't going to do itself."

The alien hybrid rolled his eyes under his eyelids, squinting at the bright light once he cracked them opened.

Quackity noticed he was awake, yanking the purple bedsheet off of him. He seemed hesitant for a second before raising his voice again.

"Cmon, if you're not dressed and ready by 10:30 sharp, there's consequences."

"Fine..okay...whatever.." Purpled muttered, getting a glare from the other. He sighed.

"Yes, Quackity."

"Thank you."

Then, Quackity left, leaving Purpled alone to get ready in ten minutes. He sighed.

'Here we go..' He thought, standing up and stretching.

time skip yay purpled is ready now

When Purpled walked downstairs for the second time, he was dressed.

He wore a suit, similar to Quackity's, yet it was purple and there was no suspenders. He harshly refused them when they were designing the outfit.

He saw Quackity standing in the giant living room, hands folded in front of him. He looked over hearing footsteps.

Purpled noted that the duck hybrid's eyes darkened when he looked over, and his facial features turned serious.

"About time, killer." Quackity said, whispering the last word. Purpled heard it anyways, rolling his eyes.

"At least I was on time like you asked," Purpled spat, "Now where's the work, psychopath."

Quackity froze, not expecting the younger to say that.

"I'm not a psychopath!" He defended, "You KILLED Slimecicle! An innocent member of this country. I think you are the psychopath!"

He poked Purpled in the chest, making him stumble back a bit.

Now, if you knew Purpled - or even had the chance to spar with the younger - you would know that he never stumbles backwards. He always stays upright and doesn't get pushed around easily.

Purpled tried to pretend he didn't stumble while Quackity stood confused.

"I'm aware I killed him! You keep reminding me when I want to forget about that! I know what I did, thank you very much!" Purpled said, trying to take attention away from what just happened.

"Why did you stumble-"

"Who fucking cares!" Purpled interrupted.

"Me! I do! Though I care more about the fact that you murdered the person who I truly cared about!" Quackity said, going back to the original argument. "I never care about people, and he was the first in a long time! You took him from me!"

"Oh, fuck off! You say you don't care about anyone anymore but I see the way you still look at your wedding rings from Sapnap and Karl, and I see the way you still stare at those photos of them! You have no right to fucking say you only cared about Slime and Slime only!"

"I do, actually! You have no say in what I do and don't care about, because you aren't me! You don't know what I've experienced. The only thing we've experienced together is the murder of a guy from this country!"

Purpled could feel his heart rate rise as he got more and more heated. This was going farther than he wanted it to. He just wants to be heard, and he just wants food.

All he wants is to eat and be loved again.

Joining Las Nevadas took all of that. Well, the being loved part. Not eating was his choice.

Slimecicle is dead because of him, and because he's dead, he can't eat.

The only way Purpled can think of to feel even a bit of Slime's pain is by not eating. It's his punishment for his actions that took the life of a clear innocent.

He could feel his stomach shout in pain at the lack of food, and he could feel it in his legs too. There was a subtle shake as he stood, and he prayed Quackity couldn't see it.

His head was pounding from the lack of water he had been drinking. The water from last night was the only water he had drank in those five days.

He zoned back in to hear Quackity still shouting at him.

"-and he didn't even do anything to you, and you just push him into lava like he's nothing to you! You probably aren't even sorry at all! What you did will be fucking remembered you absolute-"

Purpled had enough. He wasn't going let himself be shouted at any longer.

"SHUT UP QUACKITY!" He shouted, interrupting the ravenette in front of him. The mansion went silent. If someone were to drop a pin, you'd hear it clear as day.

"CAN'T YOU SEE THAT I FEEL GUILT? I'm trying to apologize to you- and I FUCKING DO every damn time you yell at me!"

He let the words spill out of him as if he couldn't control what he was doing or thinking. He was tired of himself, he was tired of Quackity, he was tired of death and he was tired of being here.

"I-I'm sorry, but it's not like you care anyways. I'm sorry I killed him, I'm sorry you can't get over it - that we can't."

When Purpled finished, there were tears going down his face. He pushed them away, but they kept falling. He angrily kept wiping them off his face but they just kept going.

He gave up and let them fall.

Quackity froze. The kid was right. He had been apologizing, but he stupidly skipped over the apology from pure anger at the loss of his friend.