Third person pov:
Quackity had just finished his duties with his special customers at the casino when he heard a buzz from his communicator he opened it up to look at what happened and...
<Slimecicle was suffocated by Xᒷꖎᑑ⚍ᔑ>
Quackity upon seeing this, rushed out the casino forgetting all his stuff, and went to the tallest tower of Las Nevadas where he recently left slime.
Slime was found dead. His throat crushed by someone or something and blood spewing out of his slimy body. The culprit was also no where to be found disappearing as soon as the message in chat appeared.

Quackity stared at the body of his friend waiting for it to respawn. But it didn't. It stayed there lying out with his blood slowing coming out and out again.
Quackity at this point was panicking. He didn't know what to do was his friend gone?? Forever??
He was sitting beside his body lost in thoughts as when he snapped back to reality las nevadas..
Was in flames.
Devoured by purple flames nothing left was there. The only thing he could catch was when he looked down, and saw that the building was burning away.
Quackity knowing his fate he would rather burn with slime than suffer alone.
He held slimes body close to him. And cried whilst the purple flames engulfed their small little bodies in the tower.