This is Fred's POV for a bit btw
(Applause erupts from the game room)
(Quellin approaches me with his ping pong battle and a smirk)
What a pathetic loser
ME: Well well well coming back to get your ass whooped once more?
(I lean on the ping pong table smirking)
QUELLIN: Fuck you Fred
ME: You wish bud
(The room which was bustling with (help bustling that s funny) people talking goes quiet as the tournament head person emerges)
ANNOUNCER: Welcome everyone!!! to the 19273829928383822992th ping pong tournament
ME *whispers*: All won by me
(Quellin is fuming which is exactly what Kurt and Rivers want for sum reason)
ANNOUNCER: Today is the final tournament of the month so we will have one big game
(The crowd cheers for me of course)
ANNOUNCER: With reining champion Fred Durst!!!
ME: Thank yew thank yew
ANNOUNCER: And poor runner up Quellin
QUELLIN: aaugh
ANNOUNCER: Let the game begin!!
(I walk over to the table and stand over at my designated side, Quellin is angrier than usual, perfect opportunity to roast him)
ME: I liked you better when you didn't suck at ping pong Quellin, OH wait you've always sucked at ping pong
(His face goes red NOT SEXYAL)
ANNOUNCER: First up to serve is QUELLIN!!
(Quellin yoinks the ball oughta his hand and smashes it down with his paddle but it goes out of bounds)
ME: Aw man Quellin is this game gonna be a quick one?
(author: idk how ping pong aorks so bare bear 🐻 with me)
(I grab the ball and serve a spot in the corner of the table just in bounds and he shanks it off)
ME: You gonna go cry to your mommy Quellin??
QUELLIN: Fuck you Fred I don't care
(I serve again and again each time better than the last, he messes up all of my serves and is as pale as a ghost)
ANNOYNCER: GAME POINT!!
I know what to do to make this hurt him mentally and maybe physically..
(I thrust hehe thrust the ball up HEHE THRUST THE BALL up into the sky it falls down slomo wooooooo and i smash it down right in front of him and it bounces up and hits him in the face)
perfect
(The crowd is laughing and cheering)
QUELLIN: AHHHH
(Quellin screams and karate chops the ping pong table in half, he runs back with tears in his eyes)
ME: Whoops
I kinda feel bad maybe
(A box appears out of nowhere into my hands, there's a sticker that says "box of nookie")
ME: yEAH
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kurt's pov now btw
(my phone rings that car horn sound affect goofy in my hand as i pace back in forth)
RAZZ on the phone: KURT
ME: RAZZ
*im sweating kinda smelling like teen spirit ngl*
RAZZ: Quellins coming up I repeat he's coming up and he's enraged
ME: frick okay we're ready for him, i'll see u soon
RAZZ: please be careful kurt
ME: careful is my middle name wink emoji
(i hang up and grip my grappling hook, fiddling with the spikes)
I feel vulnerable and alone
standing in this hallway
what if the plan fails
what if kellin is gone and i couldn't save him in time
what if...
(footsteps shit footsteps approaching me)
(I stand up a bit straighter, my knuckles white and clenching onto the girthy rod in my two hands)
(Quellin steps around the corner and meets my eyes shocked)
QUELLIN: didn't i tell you to leave, to get the fudge out of my sight
he is bright red and fuming this isn't golly
(I step towards him and get right in his face)
ME: didn't I TELL YOU TO NOT MESS WITH MT FRIENDS
(his eyes are popping out well not actually but like spurpised 😳)
QUELLIN *laughing*: You're talking about kellin aren't you? it would be a shame if anything bad were to happen to poor kellin
( that's it, i whip it out)
(my grappling hook spins and i shoot it right at his face)
(he's thrown back)
ME: RIVERS VIC RAZZ FIRE
(Rivers cums bolting from behind me and jumps in the air very heroicly)
QUELLIN: you thought THAT would stop me
(Quellins eyes glow and he reaches out his hand i feel my throat tighten, i wince from the ever lingering pain in my head)
(a dart flies by my head and hits Quellin smack dab in the forehead)
ME: RAZZ!!! FURE!!
(quellin is taken aback by that but hanks it out)
QUELLIN: KELLIN IS GONE YOURE TOO LATE
(quellin rises up and reaches his hand out grasping onto razz with his magic chokehold)
VIC: i'm gonna kill you quellin
(the emo man comes sprinting at quellin full force with his I Was Fisted Once sign)
VIC: I swear if he's hurt
(quellin doges vic's attack and vic flys into the wall, dropping the sign )
ME: VIC WATCH OUT
(quellin pulls the sign from off the floor, i try running to quellin but my legs feel stuck)
ME: VIC!
(quellin grabs vic by his shirt and wedges the sign into his chest)
this is all going to shit...
ME: NOOO
(vic smiles sorrowly)
(rivers creeps up from where he was standing behind quellin)
QUELLIN: this is what happens when you mess with me, you really thought you could beat me vic
(rivers quietly grabs his pick from his pocket, holding his guitar)
VIC *coughs*: Darling, i did beat you
(rivers raises his strumming hand up gripping the guitars long beautiful neck and plays the forbidden notes)
THE BUDDY HOLLY RIFF??!!
(Quellin falls back and gets knocked unconscious)
my eyes start to shut and the last thing i see before
i'm out cold is
his smile
vic
YOU ARE READING
The Pinkerton Hotel
HumorKurt Cobain and his friends Razz and Fire didn't expect their fun getaway at The Pinkerton Hotel would take a turn... for the worst.
