They Both Die At the End

#6 ♥︎ Luck

⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ • Swearing, underage drinking

I walk into the kitchen. I instantly notice all the empty bottles on the counter, and the scent that made my head burn like it was hell up there. I take a deep breath before going up to the group of older boys.

"Hey, uhh what going on here?" I say, I wasn't going to go in screaming when I haven't exactly confirmed everything yet.

None of the boys got a chance to reply before a very not sober Tommy came up to me and hugged me.

"These guys are mean!! I wanna go home!" he whines. I sigh, normally he has a little more self-control than this.

"We will soon," I whisper to him then look up to the shocked faces of the other guys, "what the hell did you do to him?!" I slightly yelled, if Tommy wasn't here, I might of well would have screamed it.

"We were just having fun. Chill dude," one of them says to me.

"So can you explain to me why all of you guys are sober and he's not?" I ask.

"Oh. Well about tha-"

"You know what? Whatever! Is Quackity sober, or no?" I interrupt.

Some of the guys share anxious looks and then they nod to each other.

"Not sure, he ran off after a few shots."

"You guys probably gave both of them alcohol poisoning! You know what? I hope you all fucking go to hell."

I leave the kitchen with Tommy tightly latched on to my arm.

"Can we leave?" he asks me when we're finally far away from the kitchen.

"Yes, but after we find Quackity," I tell him.

"Last one to find him is a loser!" he claims then runs off.

I couldn't help but laugh. I walk towards the same direction he darted off to. It wasn't very hard to find him - no, not Tommy, Quackity - he was on the ground, surrounded by people. Beating the shit out of Andres. Everyone was cheering him on. I would also be cheering him on if he wasn't literally assaulting someone. Tommy comes up behind me.

"Can I stop him?" he nicely asks.

"Sure, just don't get punched," I joke.

Why am I so positive at the worse moments?

That probably wasn't the best choice because before I knew it, Tommy had Quackity with his hands behind his back like if he was arresting him. Quackity was yelling and wailing like a little kid. He was really mad. Tommy was a lot stronger though and could still think somewhat straight enough to know he had to get him and Quackity out of there before causing more chaos. I walk after them once Tommy goes through the door. I walk outside, met with a cold wind of air. The loudest thing I could hear now is Quackity still complaining.

"Tubbo! You gotta make him let me go. Ese puto necesita morir!"

I didn't understand the last part but I understood enough to know it isn't good.

"If you promise me you won't instantly run back inside the moment he let's you go, I'll tell him to let go."

He stops thrashing and actually thinks about it.

"Fine. Promise I won't go and keep on beating up that-"

"Quackity."

"Yeah yeah, promise I won't."

"Let him go Tommy."

He lets go of him.

"Okay, we're good. I hope. Let's just go, I can't let you drunks roam free."