: prelude :
HAHAHAHA omg i just remembered this shit existed and i was reading thru it. its not that bad tbh.
i genuinely love writing racing scenes. im considering bringing this back into the light though i HEAVILY doubt anyone remembers or is interested in this anymore, its been 2 years.
writing style changed a lot but im still sticking to all lowercase — makes my shit feel a lot more laid back and simple.
okay. enough stalling. ive been on a 2 year hiatus ...,,
: tubbos pov : [ short sequence ]
with a few sleepless buzzes of my hexagonal wings, i stabbed a key fob into the large chained lock hanging from the garage door.
[ some background information here; technoblade had taken his motorcycle home. racers dont tend to drive their cars home... dont know if you knew that or not. (sarcasm) ]
i clicked open the lock with a jingle and lifted up the garage door seemingly like a light layer of tin. thats when i felt my heart drop.
every car was untouched except technoblade's. i panicked, who could have gotten into the garage? there was no way.
it was ripped to shreds and the hood was open. i knew that if i needed to fix this before todays biggest tournament, id need to call in a team in. i could never get this done in time.
but, that means lots, lots of insurance money. that of which i dont have at the moment. damn, this corporation should really cover insurance measures... actually, is it even legal to not have insurance for these types of things?
i sighed and slipped a phone out of my pocket, dialed a number, and held it up to my antennae.
"hey,, sorry for waking you so early," i muttered.
"what do you want, tubbo?" a groggy, deadpan voice groaned out of the speaker.
"so, the spare keys to the garage are missing .. and, uh...,
your car may be out of commission for todays tournament?"
...
...
"WHAT?!"
: quackitys pov :
the door of where i slept in technos house swung open with a loud bang, so loud i nearly jumped out of bed.
"quackity," technoblade grumbled. "we're going to the raceway — now."
"but— its 8 in the morning," i groaned, before having an agitated hand grab my arm and pull my entire body right off of where i lay.
"we're going, now."
: 3rd person because im tired of changing povs : 10am :
a jet black motorcycle screeched tire marks into the road as it pulled up to the garage with a nervous tubbo standing with the key.
tubbo hesitantly lifted the garage door to, essentially, a pile of debris.
technoblade stood, staring at the car in disbelief as he took off his motorcycle helmet and faint footsteps trailed up to them.
"oh my god! what happened?!" george exclaimed, setting a hand on quackity's shoulder and slipping something into quackity's back pocket.
quackity whipped around, "oh— george," he talked with an underlying tone of annoyance. "hi."
"mm,, you seem sassy? —" george commented, running a cold finger down his arm.
techno side eyed george, scoffing at his cat-like smile. "get lost, george. this isnt your business."
george looked at him condescendingly. the tension in the room was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. "and, why shall i?"
quackity stood awkwardly between them both.
"how aboutt.. we just, calm down?"
george trailed his gaze up and down quackity, then right into his eyes with an asshole smirk.
"hey, tubbo, you did say a spare set of keys was missing?" george hummed.
"ye—"
technoblade interrupted, "good point. george, empty your pockets."
"ey?" george was caught off guard, but did so anyway by pulling them inside out. "see? none."
george smirked at him, before looking over at quackity. "hey, why dont you empty your pockets?"
quackity scoffed playfully, "bold of you to assume id beat up his car like this," he obliged and patted himself down, then, his breath hitched when he felt something.
something was in his back pocket. not like, a wrapper, or, a chain. it was something else.
quackity pulled it out of his pocket hesitantly and turned his gaze towards it.
it was the missing spare key.
: not leaving u guys on a cliff hanger this time. next one is gonna be up in likee. today or so. :
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