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Duck seemed to be in a room. A room full of mirrors. But only one in particular showed..... Was that Red?...... Duck rushed over, and saw Red at a control panel, turning around to look at..... Roy.

That. Damn. Roy.

Duck pounded on the glass,

"RED! RED PLEASE- RED CAN YOU HEAR MEE?!"

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Red was looking at the man who had tortured him and Manny. Glaring at him. He looked over at a plug nearby, and was about to unplug it... until..

"RED! RED PLEASE- RED CAN YOU HEAR MEE?!"

Roy snapped,
"No. Don't listen boy. Unplug the plug.
𝑰 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖."
Red looked at Roy, and back at the shadows where he heard Duck's voice..... Roy had wanted him to unplug the plug.... 'Well, I bet you didn't expect this' Red thought before running into the shadows. "NOOOOOOOO!!!" Roy screeched.

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Duck watched happily as Red ran out of the mirror, the mirror shattering. "Duck?" "Red?" Duck replied Red's question with another question, tilting his head. Red rushed over,

"Oh thank bloody jesus you're okay! I thought I had lost you-
I had thought.... I-I had th-thought you were meerly a
𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶"

"And I thought you were dead!"
Duck shrieked, crying out tears of joy. Red hugged Duck tightly, and Duck did the same. Red suddenly pulled away, "Wait- but Manny-" "Red, don't worry. There's another." Duck sighed. "What do you mean?" Red asked.

"You'll see what I mean when we wake up from this dream."
"This is a dream?"
"Yeah!"
Red looked astonished, "Okay, well, before we wake up- we have some catching up to do..... serious catching up." "...Yeah." Duck chuckled.

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Roy's P.O.V.

"NOOOOO!" I screamed as that Red mop ran away. "Fuck. Shit. FUCKING- UGH, JUST WHAT I FUCKING NEEDED TODAY, TO DEAL WITH ANOTHER BULLSHIT RUN AWAY!" I yelled out in anger. Clearly one of my puppets heard my scream..... it was that clock, "I-Is everything alright sir?" "NO EVERYTHIN'S NOT FUCKIN ALRIGHT! BLOODY HELL, I'VE LOST THAT RED MOP NOW! EVERYTHIN'S COMPLETELY OUT OF BALANCE, AND THE ONLY ONE THAT'S IN HIS PLACE WHERE HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE IS THE YELLOW VERSION OF MY SON! BUT HE'S PRACTICALLY ALREADY DEAD IN OIL!" I snapped at the fucking clock, clutching my fist. He was clearly frightened by this, and stepped back.

"S-So plan B didn't work?" He gulped. "OF COURSE THE PLAN TO LET THE RED MOP UNPLUG THE THING TO DESTROY BOTH JUNE 19TH AND 20TH GONE WRONG! YOU SHOULD'A ALREADY HAVE BLOODY KNOWN THAT BECAUSE THAT MOP JUST FUCKIN' RAN AWAY!" I snapped at him again. He stepped back even more now, "S-So what do we do now-" "GO. GET. THEM. 🅽︎🅾︎🆆︎." I interrupted. "Y-Yes sir, I'll tell the others and do that, right away!"

"GO ON THEN! FUCKIN' SCRAM!" I yelled before he ran out of the room. I snapped my gaze to the control panel, and flipped the switch to just kill the silly boy. Instant death would be his reward for staying in his place like a good boy.

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