➼𝒦𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓉𝓈 [𝟨] ✮

Challengers (karlity) 💠🔗🔱

Karl x Quackity
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I swear I start every fic with this but IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SMUT BUT I LOST INTEREST OK???
sorry guys,anyways I watched (most of) challengers and got this idea so I hope you enjoy

It was a hot Friday afternoon,Karl was arriving at a country club.
He had a series of matches lined up for the upcoming weekend,if he won,ofcourse.
Karl was nervous,and excited,but everything just ended up turning into motivation anyway.
The country club was huge,a lot of tennis practicing courts all around,inside and outside.
It felt nice,maybe Karl could spend some extra time here after the competitions.

The sun was shining down on them hard,and it was Florida too so Karl made sure to wear an extensive amount of spf today.
He looked around,tennis bag over his shoulder,sweat band holding his hair up,
Wrist bands on his wrists and a completely white tennis outfit.
The other competitors were starting to show up too,but they looked....different..
Karl noticed pretty quickly that his competitors were all..dressed casually?
Shit,are they already checked in?

Karl was too but...he thought he'd look cool if he was the first one there.
Now he just looked like some random college student dressed up for a whole day of excessive practicing.
Karl:"fuck..."
Karl mumbled to himself as his opponents gave him judgemental looks.
He sighed and scratched his head before the whistle blew.
They all looked to the professional looking man with the clipboard and the whistle,
Standing on the court.

They lined up,Karl was in the middle.
There were about 15 players,Karl made sure to do his research on all of them.
They seemed even more intimidating in person.
All with beards and....somehow already sweating.
Referee:"Donald artson?"
Whoever that was,raised their hand.
Karl didn't wanna look since he was scared of making eye contact with any of these intimidating middle aged men.

He stared at the smooth courts floor as the ref took attendance.
Karl zoned out up until his name was called.
Karl:"p-present"
Karl said as he also raised his arm.
He heard a few men in the lineup chuckle.
He really couldn't make a worse first impression at this point.
Karl sighed.
"Present" ?? What was this,elementary school?
Karl probably wouldn't like him either if he was any of these older people.

He went back to looking at the floor until the referee started giving them their pairings.
Everyone would be put together in a group of two to train and share a room with,something about bonding and relationships?
Karl's been put into pairings a few times before and it almost always ended up just being really awkward or forced,but karl really wanted to make this work.
Referee:"karl jacobs and Quackity blank"
Okay,that caught Karl's attention.

Karl definitely did not pay attention earlier since there was no way he wouldn't recognize that name.
"I'm here!"
He heard a familiar voice yell as it jogged over to the end of the lineup with their tennis bag over their shoulder.
Karl peaked his head out and took a look at the late arrival,Quackity.
He was saying hi to the person next to him,they seemed to know each other since they started to quietly laugh at Quackitys unprofessionalism.

Karl knew a lot about Quackity,the used to go to the same college until Quackity got accepted into law school in the second semester.
Karl knew Quackity was a good tennis player,
He'd frequently see him practice on the court but Karl never had the courage to talk to him.
Karl always told himself he'd make Quackity his friend but he never had the guts and when Quackity changed schools,it was already too late.

They talked a few times since they had a few mutual friends and actually spent a day working on a project together,but Quackity was too social to care about 'one good experience'.
I guess this was Karl's chance to spend time with Quackity,atleast they were the same age.
The referee moved on with the pairs until everyone was done and left to go do their own thing.