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fun fact, wilbur dislocated his wrist when he knocked someone out in a fight. he didn't go to the doctor so he's kinda fucked in the future...
(real)
i'm not rereading this chapter to edit it. it's so fucking long. i'll do it later

"couldn't pay the bill, they got hot! and beat us down in the fucking parking lot!"
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FIGHT WEEK: DAY 1.5

it was a rough day in Candyland.

yes, school is referred to as Candyland ever since the incident back in freshman year.

but lunch was about to be over and it was tense.

george was putting his rings on and he pushed his glasses up his nose as he glared at johnson. johnson was now nervously tapping his fingers against the table.

wilbur has taken off his sweater, leaving him in a white shirt and black jeans. he was tucking in that shirt and his belt buckle was sticking out. he fixed it and messed around with the ring on his finger.

it was one of those ones that stuck out and hurt when it hit you. johnson could tell you in about 5 minutes of how much it hurts.

"wilbur..."

"what is it tommy." wilbur said with a monotone voice. a hint of anger displayed.

"are you sure? one more hit to the nose and it's gonna be permanently crooked..."

"it adds character, tommy." and he walked off as the bell rang.

welcome to the first day of fight week.

a crowd already formed around george and johnson. the 5 pushed their way through to be in front

"dream, can you hold my glasses." george took them off and held them behind him as dream grabbed him.

"what if i need to jump in?"

"hell with it. give em to y/n. i could care less if she broke them." and dream tossed them to y/n, who caught them and put them on. she was handed gum from quackity and she began chewing it.

she honestly just looked very sassy. Bad would be proud.

"well, bitch boy. i'll be generous today. throw the first punch." george smiled not genuinely as he stared at johnson.

so johnson did what was logical.

he put all his strength into his dominant arm and swung at george. his fist collided with his cheek and george's head went to the side.

his hair covered his eyes as he held that position for a second. he straightened up and spit blood next to johnson's expensive dress shoes.

he brushed the hair back from his eyes and held eye contact with johnson, who now had a worried face.

"hm, that was a good one. are you right handed? personally i'm left handed. you wanna see me prove that?"

and george did a harsh swing and johnson almost fell to the ground.

"you're in for it now man." dream let out a low whistle as he looked around. he spotted sapnap who stood with his arms crossed.