Chapter Two pt 3 of IWYNIL (ft. Avalon & Sandra)

So I've decided the larger chunks of plot, and there's likely going to be a sequel. The duology will be called Icarus because greek mythology is cool

Long chapter warning

Chapter Two: If the Miracle was Getting One Moment (With You?)

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Purpled shuffled down the streets of Las Nevadas. Very few people were out at this hour, but Quackity liked to have Purpled arrive early. He kept his eyes lowered the whole time, aside from giving a brisk nod to Sam, a cheery builder who called a greeting to him.

Then Purpled arrived at the casino. On the end of Halo Road was a gigantic, glittering white building looking like the White House of Dream Essempi, topped with a large Las Nevadas symbol on the center section with the words ''HOUSE OF THE SNOWFALL '' in giant silver letters. A water fountain shot water and seemed to glow with the sparkly pale lanterns.

Purpled stood on the path leading up to the extensive marble double doors. He felt just a bit out of place amongst the sparkles of whites and silvers. The air fogged when he released a breath he didn't know he was holding. He hated this place.

He looked around briefly, making sure no one was around. Then, he snuck over to the small area behind the House's garden, where a pair of amber eyes shone at him expectantly. Purpled smiled at the wolf, running his hands through her long, silky snowy-white fur, just how she likes it; "G'morning, Dogchamp."

Dogchamp lapped at Purpled's hand with soft mewling noises. Purpled continued petting her as she stuck her face into his jacket, nosing around. "Hey, don't do that. I have work today." Obediently, Dogchamp pulled her face out and licked his chin as an apology.

"It's been five years now," Purpled started. Dogchamp set her paws on his knee and cocked her head, as if listening intensely. "Can you believe it? He's been gone for five years. Half a decade of me waiting for him to come home. What do you think I should do if, say, I see him again?" Purpled's breath caught. "What if he's–"

Dogchamp licked his hand.

"Yeah. I know. It's not wrong to hope, though, right?"

Dogchamp licked his hand again.

Purpled chuckled, rubbing her paws. He didn't want to tear himself away from the friendly wolf-hybrid. "Thanks, Dogchamp. I'll see you later, 'kay?"

Dogchamp yapped quietly, then seemed to become liquid as she slipped out of the bushes.

Purpled sighed when his companion left, standing up and brushing the faint traces of brownish-green from his pants. Shaking his head and muttering under his breath, Purpled strolled up to the doors. Carved into the marble-coated wood were the words "The House Always Wins," the motto of Las Nevadas, at eye level. Quite ridiculous, even for a small yet powerful state based on wealth and gambling.

Las Nevadas was ridiculous. So was Quackity. If Purpled was being honest, Las Nevadas was okay. But since Quackity was the governor, it wasn't.

Purpled entered the main lobby. A small lounge area with a TV in the corner sat next to the entrance to the pool wing. Although the House of the Snowfall was actually a fancy hotel, the casino/food and drink top floors were most popular. It was also where Purpled normally worked.

He hung his jacket on the clothing rack, checking in with Avalon, the receptionist. They were rather okay, compared to the other employees. Sometimes a bit creepy to Purpled, but generally not horrid.

"Good morning Purpled! How are you?" Purpled paused as Avalon smiled warmly and called out a greeting. He allowed a small, cautious smile in return.

"Fine, thanks. Have a nice day."

He stepped into the elevator, pushing a button for the top floor. Even the elevator box was fancy, with cheaper LED lights around the edges of the ceiling, paintings of the Quackity and the House hung up, and a plush dark blue carpet underfoot littered with candy wrappers. Purpled adjusted his tie uncomfortably. The stuffy air reeked of cigarettes, air fresheners and breath mints, a horrid combination of smells.

With a ding, the doors slid open and Purpled stepped out into the food & drink area, the floor just above the casino area. It looked way better when there were less people around, but was still a long way from looking good. The morning light filtered in through the blinds, removing the need for LED light strings or fancy lamps. A girl with straight black hair typed away on a laptop, the only one occupying the bar.

"Hey Purpled."

"Sandra," Purpled greeted, stepping up to her. "Good morning."

"Here to see my brother again?" Sandra looked up from her screen, a friendly smile on her lips.

"Yeah." Purpled sat himself down on a stool facing Sandra. Quackity's sister had the power of Sentiment; she could easily read and sometimes change nearby people's emotions. Quackity had the ability of Favored, granting him luck in all he did. It was how he claimed the House, rumors said.

"You're not looking forward to it. Is it another one?" Sandra asked.

Purpled nodded.

Sandra paused. "Everything alright?"

"Mm. Time went by, you know?"

"Yeah."

The two sat in silence for a bit. Purpled spun around in his stool idly, an old acrylic painting nearby catching his eye. It wasn't futuristic and neon, or on a screen, like many things in Las Nevadas. It seemed old and antique, and Purpled liked the mood it gave. The painting took place in a meadow at sunrise; Purpled recognized it as an event that happened about a hundred years ago.

There were four people present in the painting: Wilbur Soot, Tommy Innit, Eret Listair and Tubbo Score. They had led the rebellion of the L'Manberg Revolution. Tired of the tyranny of that time, the four men started a rebellion which quickly grew. They had fought and won a war against a man named Dream, ex-leader of Dream Essempi, and to honor Wilbur Soot –the leader of the revolution who was assassinated after the gaining of independence for L'Manberg– the city was set as the capital of Dream Essempi.

In the painting, Wilbur Soot and Tommy Innit held up the flag of L'Manberg together. It was a historical moment; the night before, during a meeting between Dream and Soot, Dream had demanded white flags of surrender at dawn the next day. The next sunrise, however, Soot and Innit flew the L'Manberg flag, and started the final battle.

Secretly, Purpled idolized Wilbur Soot. He wished he had the bravery to confront a powerful leader about what was right. He wished he had the courage to defend his ideals and beliefs.

"You shouldn't be doing this stuff, you know."

Sandra's voice snapped Purpled out of his reverie. She gazed at him cooly over the laptop. Purpled furrowed his brows. "Pardon?"

"Don't play dumb. I know you're not just a bartender. I know what you and Quackity discuss during those meetings."

When Purpled was silent, she spoke up again.

"We all know it's very dangerous. Have you considered what you're risking?"

"It's payment."

"At the cost of perhaps your life."

Purpled narrowed his eyes at her. "You think I can't take care of myself?"

"I know very well you can. But have you considered... less dangerous options?"

"Maybe it's my only."

Before Sandra could make another witty remark, the office door slid open and Quackity poked his head out. "Hey, space boy."

"Good morning."

Quackity met eyes with his sister. Sandra glared scathingly at him. Quackity sighed, shaking his head. He turned his gaze back to Purpled. "I'm ready for you."

Purpled nodded before following Quackity into the office.

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Avalon Blade Minecraft is an OC by @Avalon2009. Thank you! :D also she's definitely gonna return in later chapters i love her concept haha... 👀

Sandra Maldonado is another OC, by @YourFriendlyNoob3712. She is fanonically Quackity's twin sister in an AU. Sandra might be coming back later haha...

Next update monday (shorter chapter, last part of Chapter Two)