Quackity had never had the biggest romantic nor sexual interest in Sapnap and Karl. He decided to end it off on a good note nonetheless. One of the mechanics, Tubbo, had mentioned how there was going to be a few new racers; Technoblade "Blood God"...
: technoblade pov : — holy shit it's nice to write that line again
today, it was a bit different. today was the day that the others that accompanied my ride here would show up and be introduced. i wasn't nervous, just interested to see everybody's first impression. me and wilbur betted tommy would fuck up.
i'd hear brisk footsteps behind me and i whipped around, "hey, techno!" quackity exclaimed, walking up to me.
"erm, hey?" i raised a hand to greet him, "you only come up to me if you need something, so..?,,"
"ah, i just wanted to ask about the other racers! you know them, right?"
i nodded to the flag boy and looked around for anyone nearby. "yeah? some of them are my family," i'd mumble in reply.
"perfect! so, whys there a 17 year old again? " he'd ask, blinking.
"oh, tommy?" i raised an eyebrow. "he was really desperate to start early. he started racing at 13."
i saw the visible shock and confusion from quackity, his jaw slightly dropped and he looked like he just watched a four year old walk out of a casino with 17 bitches.
"he's a little rascal though, he'll probably just annoy people on the racetrack." i commented, trying to fix the confusion he had.
he snickered, "got it, so like one of those banana traps on super mario."
i nodded with a brief smile and chuckle, earning a small smile from him as well.
"you should smile more, you know?" quackity muttered, making me instantly cover my mouth.
"iiiiim good, thanks."
he'd roll his eyes, "aww dont be like that."
"whatever," i took my hand off, now with no smile, "go get ready, they're coming soon."
: race track : 3rd person pov :
technoblade sat down, watching six cars park at the starting line. one was jet red with little rims on its wheels, green on one side and a purple and white checkered pattern on the other side. it also had a strip of a white and black checkered pattern on the sides.
the second car was black on one side and white on the other with multicolored headlights, one red, one green. it also had purple glass.
the third car actually held the mechanic, but not only did he help out, he occasionally raced as well. it was a yellow and black stripe pattern with small glass wings on the bumper, as well as green rims for the wheels.
the fourth car was a baby pink with a yellowish-brownish fade, it also had an extremely comfy interior. it wrote "Niki Nihachu" on the bumper.
the second to last car was purple and yellow, nothing too special, but it did have an extremely futuristic yet 80's-90's technology feel.
and, last but not least, there was a car that was bright, metalic green with a huge heart on the front bumper. it also had a sort of feather design on the doors.
the engines of the six cars growled and eventually george swung the flag. cars of every color sped past, the pink one in first place. the white and black one caught up, nearly riding next to it. the pink car rammed itself into the other then accelerated forward.
the pink car was now in the lead, though, eventually, the yellow and black car sped up past the both of them. it showed no signs of slowing down, even with bad acceleration.
the green car growled and tried to push its way through the cars behind the leading car, soon catching up to it. the race kept going with the bee car and the green car in the lead. once they made it close enough to the finish line, the pink car accelerated forward as well as the purple car and the red car.
it was incredibly close, but the niki nihachu/pink car had won with the purple car in a close second.
the driver of the red car immediately kicked his way out of the door, "now that was some bullshit!" he exclaimed in a hard british accent.
the brunette driver of the yellow and purple car stepped out, "tommy, it's not bullshit, you just need better acceleration." the male responded, sighing. he too, had a hard british accent.
the speakers boomed loudly, "first place, niki nihachu, aka niki!" niki raised her arms and the entire crowd roared in a cheer.
"second place, wilbur soot, aka jubilee!" the crowd cheered on again, this time with some 'i love you's in the yelling.
"third place, tubbo, aka bee!" more cheering roared through the stadium, as well as some little kids standing right at the edge of the bleachers.
"fourth place, philza minecraft, aka crow!" less children cheered for this one, but they did hold up hats that looked similar to his.
"fifth place, ranboolive, aka enderdragon!," even the announcer clapped for this one, the crowd absolutely screaming (bro u have no clue how many hardcore ranboo fans ive met, not that its a bad thing or it annoys me but yk)
"and, last but not quite least, tommyinnit, aka wifehaver!" multiple people in the crowd laughed, but he still earned many cheers.
with the race finished, they drove their cars into the parking garage for tubbo to work on. ranboos car in particular needed a new paint job.
"wow, good job, guys!" technoblade smiled, raising a hand for them to high-five. niki jumped up to give him a hand, ranboo simply leaned over a bit, tommy nearly met at eye-level and wilbur stared him directly in the eye before smacking him and running off.
"i, asshole!" techno growled, running after the brunette boy.
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HOPE U ENJOYED!! i have 2 other chapters in the making rn and i'm gonna post them super soon, sorry for the wait!
