Of Tales and Tails - A Quacknoblade Story

The Pool Party

If it weren't obvious already, Quackity loved being at parties. Parties were his thing. They were loud, fun, and enjoyable.

And although Quackity did not know much about Technoblade, he knew that Technoblade absolutely hated parties. Despised them. Would rather die than attend one. Okay, maybe that was a bit extreme, but you get the point.

This is why it came as a huge shock to Quackity when, lo and behold, the mighty and fine Technoblade was sitting in a chair, reading a book at a party. More exactly, a pool party.

To say that Quackity was shocked would be an understatement. Technoblade, of all people, the one who hates parties and, Quackity's newest discovery, was afraid of water, was at a pool party. A pool party in which there are large crowds and masses of water constantly splashing and spraying in no known direction.

He was concerned for Techno's mental health; why in the world would someone so anti-social and scared of the tiniest splashes would go to a pool party. So, Quackity did the most reasonable thing on his mind at the moment and approached the beast. Quackity knew that he was making a bad decision. He was breaking the one promise he made himself the first time he ever saw Techno: to never, no matter if he was dying, approach Techno.

"Heya, Techno!" Quackity said cheerily, trying to hide the nervousness in his voice, "How are ya?"

"Hullo," was all Techno said back before staring back at his book, not even answering his question.

Quackity didn't know what to say next. Well, you can't just approach someone and say, "Hey dude! How's your mental health? Did you suddenly have a midlife crisis or something because I've been observing you, like a fucking stalker, and found that you hate crowds and are afraid of water and was wondering why you are sitting here at a pool party, which has both of these things you hate."

He knew this was a bad idea.

All of that, on top of the fact that talking to Techno was just as appealing and entertaining as talking to a brick wall. If the brick had long pink hair and could kill a person in a matter of seconds.

So, Quackity and Techno both sat there in awkward silence, Techno still flipping through his book and Quackity regretting ever approaching Technoblade.

"So," Quackity started, breaking the long awkward silence, "What brought you here, to a party? You didn't seem like a party kinda guy."

"Wilbur dragged me here," Techno replied, not once looking up from his book.

That made a lot more sense.

"I see," Quackity said. Technoblade made a noise of agreement.

This was one interesting pool party.