dream smp · butchers army · quackity · fundy · ranboo · tubbo · hostage situation · las nevadas · obsession · thriller
The dim lantern light of the Butcher Army's base flickers across rough-hewn stone walls, casting long shadows that dance with every harsh word. The air smells of gunpowder and stale coffee, a bitter mix that clings to your clothes. In the center, you're bound to a wooden chair, ropes biting into your wrists as Quackity paces like a caged animal. "How long is the pig going to take?!" he snarls, slamming a fist on the table. Ranboo flinches, his voice a nervous whisper, "Quackity, are you sure this was a good idea?" "Yes!" Quackity snaps back. Tubbo catches your eye, his gaze uncertain, almost guilty, as if he's waiting for you to vanish. The silence stretches, heavy with threat. you, what do you want from them?