behind the smile [tubbo au]

encounter

A/N: quackity pog?

ANYWAY MORE THAN 200 READS WHAT!? POGCHAMP!?!??!

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Clay pulled up in his black marcadies. (I know nothing about cars. Is that expensive?)

He stopped when google maps said that his destination was on the left. He set his google maps to brittish because of a joke with george and also because it reminded him of george so it more sounded like 'your destina-ion is on de left'

He pulled up to the house with low expectations that were met. 'Ew' he thought 'how did tubbo put up with this for so long?'

He stepped inside stepping on broken shards of glass from what he assumed were bottles of alcohol.

He knocked over a plant to make noise and make shlatt come down. Wich did work as he expected.

"Who the hell is in my house!?" Shlatt yelled from the top of the stairs before running down them.

~ TW: BLOOD,GORE,KNIVES,DEATH~

Clay quickly shoved jshlatt against the wall and pulled out his pocket knife. Making a quick slit in his throat.

It started bleeding almost emedietly.

"Agh- what the fuck!?" Shlatt quickly shouted in return.

"You dare fucking do anything to tubbo again. Even breathe his air I will murder you and burry you in you own backyard do you understand me?"

Shlatt looked at clay again, his expression changing from frustrated to scared.

Clay put the knife to the side of shlatts face. "But unfortunately you did..." He said to him.

Clay moved the knife down the side of his face. The satisfying oose of blood trailed behind the pocket knife.

Clay quickly looked around the room for any pictures of anyone that would miss him. There was none in sight.

(YOUR NEW BOYFRIEND JUST CAME ON AND IM FUCKING HYPED sorry)

Clay pointed his knife straight into his chest and stabbed.

Schlatt quickly fell to the ground in pain and bled out. Clay squatted next to him and stared.

"Think with that small brain of yours next time." Clay said.

To be honest, he was on the verge of tears. But then the tears and anger came flooding back to him.

"HOW COULD YOU LIVE WITH YOURSELF!?" Clay screamed and proceeded to stab him over and over again even after he was dead.

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"What the fuck" a voice quietly said from behind him.

Clay quickly turned around to see the boy who watched him commit homicide.

"Quackity?" He asked when he realized who it was.

Quackity quickly turned to run but clay grabbed him.

"Don't tell anyone about this or you'll be with him." He informed the boy then let him run off.

Clay quickly dragged the body and his knife over to the neighbors house and put schlatt in a semi-hidden place and kept the knife.

Clay took off his bloody shirt even though there was still blood on his black jeans but it was bearly visable.

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Clay stepped in the house and George quickly ran over and hugged him.

"Where were you!?" He shouted. Then he stopped "and... Wheres your shirt??"

Clay sat down. "I-its a long story. But if the police come I didn't do anything." Clay kissed his boyfriends forehead and left to go to bed.

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A/N: haha little bit of dnf.

DID I SAY ALMOST 200 AT THE BEGGINING!? APPERENTLY ITS ALMOST 400 NOW WTF

Anyway tysm for all the shit youve been doing for this story :) im glad you like it.