Of Tales and Tails - A Quacknoblade Story

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Technoblade smiled.

Right now, cuddling with Quackity, his boyfriend rambling about pasta, how pretty he was as a human fish, powder; the usual, Techno wouldn't dream of being anywhere else. Who knew that being cursed by a magical necklace could lead to something so beautiful as love?

He and Quackity were like opposites. Yet they fit perfectly together. Like one piece. Earth, sky. Day, night. Sound and silence. Dark and light. One alone is not enough you need both together. WINTER SUMMER MOON AND SUN-

(okay, author will shut up now ->- )

In fact, two months ago, if you had asked Techno if he would like to be cursed. Specifically, to be cursed to turn into a human fish every time he touched water, Techno would have laughed in your face and said, and I quote, "fuck no." Well, he would have scoffed, not laughed, but it doesn't matter at the moment.

But, the necklace had led him to find his one and only true love, and that's all that mattered. The necklace, something that he resented so much, was now seemingly good.

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Quackity stared at his boyfriend, who had gotten lost in his thoughts. For the third time in the span of 20 minutes. Which isn't a lot, but-yeah.

So, Quackity did the most magnificent and smart thing ever, looked at the the necklace Techno was sporting, and made some light conversation.

"So, uh-" Quackity started, scaring Techno out of his thoughts, "uh- your necklace. Very pretty and all, but, uh-"

Finding the right words was sometimes hard for Quackity.

"Do you like your necklace?" was what managed to come out.

Why.

Why couldn't Quackity for once, speak coherently.

It was not a question. It was a statement. 

Luckily, Techno seemed to understand. And since Techno, like Quackity, "hated" clear and concise answers, Techno answered in code.

"I guess, I can tolerate the necklace. The necklace pushed me out of my comfort zone. It broke what seemed to be normal to me. It made a new normal. Yet, if you really think about it, what is considered 'normal'? Each of us have something that differs us from one another. The necklace pushed me out of 'my normal', my routine. It made me uncomfortable, yet helped me strive to greater lengths. That, and how it helped me find my boyfriend. I love my boyfriend <3"

Somehow, Techno had become more philosophical than Quackity's brother, which is a hard feat to achieve. Yet, still managed to have a conclusion that sounded like it came from a nerdy teenager. A lovesick, nerdy teenager.

Technoblade never fails to impress Quackity. Never.

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On his way to school, Tommy often encounters the unexpected. One time, his fifth floor neighbor dropped a flattened cardboard box out the window, which hit his head. Tommy didn't even know that he had a fifth-floor neighbor! And, that time, when passing 'Infinity', the famed large social media company, one of the employees chucked a banana at him. Like, what the fuck! The last time he checked, large company workplaces were not equipped with long-range weapon-like food items!

Nonetheless, what Tommy saw today was beyond all of these examples. And it wasn't even a school day!

On the sidewalk was Wilbur's ex-girlfriend, crouched on the floor covered in yellow goo. Sobs racked her body as she clutched a shattered glass bottle in her hands.

Tommy, like any decent human being, approached her. Now, Tommy didn't have a PhD in body language, but Sally looked like she needed some therapy. So, he provided that opportunity to her.

Approaching the red-haired girl, Tommy played therapist.

"Uhh," Tommy started, not quite finding the words for such a predicament, "um, uh-"

Pulling out his phone, Tommy hurridley scoured Google for "classic questions a therapist asks." Luckily, Google provided.

"Um, what is this problem from your point of view?" Tommy read out loud.

Okay, okay. Tommy kinda sucked as a therapist. But- he was doing this for free while the professional therapists were like $400000 dollars each hour. Luckily, Sally seemed to get the hint. She spilled all of her life trauma, somewhat incoherently.

"My aoidj hatewasd me asndfoiasjdt hits is asof sad asodjft htat i dont' asldifke jwadosijhf hthsi asdfij my moamsdf dthinks that amsdofi this this is s p asdfad aosidj ho this asdf ma so had asdfand asdthis is dfojs and then yea asodifj noo oajsdfthis 😭😭"

"Oh, um, I don't know what kind of pain you are going through, but I'm sure that it's really bad," Tommy tried to empathize.

"yeah yeha and it wasdf ansd tnow wilbur hates mwaoidj and the nasdft it's so iajsd nooooo 😭😭-"