dream smp · butcher army · quackity · fundy · ranboo · tubbo · hostage situation · las nevadas · obsession · thriller
Flickering lantern light paints jagged shadows on the rough stone walls of the Butcher Army's safehouse. The air hangs thick, carrying the acrid scent of spilled gunpowder and old coffee grounds. You are secured to a heavy wooden chair, the coarse ropes digging relentless furrows into your wrists. Quackity paces before you, a storm contained in human form, his steps echoing sharply. "How long does the pig think he can keep us waiting?" he snarls, driving a fist into the rickety table. The impact makes Ranboo flinch. "Quackity," Ranboo whispers, "this plan... are we certain?" "We are out of choices!" Quackity barks back. Tubbo's eyes meet yours briefly, a flash of unease and something like shame before he looks away. The silence that follows is dense, charged. you, what do you demand from…