[work in progress] Alex, a young, talented, cholito that emigrated from Afghanistan to Mexico, a survivor dealing with post trauma of the Afghanistan War, now a refugee in Mexico, has enrolled into a prestigious university, UNAM. He grew popular, we...
This is my first fanfiction! When I watched QuackityHQ's stream on January 22nd, 2020, I had only been a fan for one month, I joined a week before boomer's birthday.
I was so inspired, especially by one fanfiction called Bully, by Erin2j. (You should totally read her fanfiction, it got me INVESTED. That fan fiction got me IMMERSED. Thank you for inspiring me, Erin!)
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"Fan fictions are like you're in a field of flowers and you're sniffing the flowers, right? You go sniff, sniff, sniff, and then you stumble upon a pile of horse sh*t." - Quackity 1:22
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[work in progress] Alex, a young, talented, cholito that emigrated from Afghanistan to Mexico, a survivor dealing with post trauma of the Afghanistan War, now a refugee in Mexico, has enrolled into a prestigious university, UNAM. He grew popular, well known across the students of UNAM, often engaging in illegal activities with his amigos. His whole life took a turn when he met the new student. Little did he know his life would change. DRASTICALLY. Like being targeted by a Mexican drug cartel later on.
Putting on his woven palm straw cowboy hat, Quackity pulled his guitar into his lap, strumming the tune of "Revenge" by Captain Sparkles, singing softly. His vocals were impeccable. He had no sleep the night before because he spent hours editing, and the sun was just rising. He got ready to head to UNAM for his morning classes.
Fast forward...
He was about to head to his next class when the new student brushed past his shoulder. "Watch it, loser," he said in his most Chad-like impression. The new student turned around. Alex's heart dropped for a moment, taken back by the new student's beauty, but he thought to himself, what the f*ck am I doing?
The new student was fucking gorgeous. A model making seven figures. Alex realized he was an exchange student, from the way he looked. "Sorry, I don't want to be late on my first day," the student apologized. Alex felt tense after that brush, that moment of physical contact. "That's a SIN, don't f*cking touch me, bro." "Again, sorry about that," the student said as he hurried to his next class.
Who was that? He seemed familiar, even though I never met him in my life.
His friend Aksel ran up to him. "Dude, you're late for class," he said. "Who's that?" Alex asked, pointing to the new student. "Oh, he's new. He came from the US. His name is Obama. I don't know about his last name, though," Aksel said. "Obama, huh," Alex mumbled under his breath, walking to his next class.
