3RD PERSON
ɢᴇᴏʀɢᴇ ʜᴇʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇɪᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ꜱʜᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ.
The letter read in that awkward scribbly handwriting which George had a hard time making out:
ꜱᴏ...
ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴜꜱᴛ'ᴠᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴏɴᴇ, ɪ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇ. ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴛᴏᴍᴀᴄʜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴇᴀꜱɪʟʏ.
ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪꜱ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ, ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟɪꜱᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ.
ɪ'ʟʟ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴏɴ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛ.
George thought hard, but in the back of his mind he knew the answer. It was Quackity, and he knew it. He would've hand no clue, but Thora was George's best friend therefore he knew everything. Thora had told George everything that happened when Techno assisted Dream in escaping prison, and although it was a lot, George did what any other best friend would do, and listened.
Quackity had hurt Thora, and George wasn't excited to walk to Las Nevadas. A place which he had never ventured into, but he had been close with Sapnap and Mexican Dream. He crumpled the paper, not needing it any longer, and made his way towards Quackity's home.
George was worried about leaving the snow at first, but he didn't want to disrupt the process he trusted Phil with. A part of George really wanted to impress and pay back Thora for all she had done, and for all she deserved. He wanted to get that present from Quackity and present it to her and her baby. To his niece or nephew.
So when Las Nevadas came into sight, he nervously walked down the road in the centre of the city. He looked left and right, looking for any sign of movement. He spotted a short man towards the fountain, and breathed a sigh of relief. It was as if everyone disappeared when George left Thora behind.
"George?" Quackity said with utter confusion, George was the last person Quackity thought he's see. Never the less, it was welcome. Quackity had been lonely these past few weeks, he started to push everyone away.
"Hey Quackity." George muttered as he looked around. He expected Quackity to realise why he was here but no words were spoken so George rolled his eyes, "I'm here to the last present for Thora."
"Oh...Where is she? She didn't want to see me huh?" Quackity nodded sadly at the assumption. He had hurt Thora a lot, and he understood that. If she did show up, Quackity told himself he would be on his knees begging her forgiveness.
"No its not that. Something happened Quackity. Something bad." George said trying to keep the tears at bay. He was scared when he had to ride Thora to Techno's cabin, and he wouldn't never get the amount of blood he saw out of his mind.
"What do you mean George?" Quackity sudden grew nervous at the sight of George's red eyes.
"She was bleeding. She wanted me to come and get the present so if I could have it, and then go back it would be great."
"No no no no." Quackity spoke violently, "Im coming with you fucking dumbass, where is she?"
George stuttered and pointed in a random direction, he was growing erratic and couldn't handle his own worry along with Quackity's anger. He watched as Quackity ran towards the spiral tower to their right. It took a few minutes as George picked at his fingers, and then Quackity had another present in his hands.
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él - Technoblade.
Fanfiction~DREAM SMP AU~ OC ᴛʜᴏʀᴀ - ꜱᴄᴀɴᴅɪɴᴀᴠɪᴀɴ, ᴍᴇᴀɴꜱ "ᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ꜱᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇ". "ℌ𝔢'𝔰 𝔭𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔯..." Thora was a witness to the building of L'Manburg and the destruction of it. She had met a God, and tried to make a good impression...