#fowlblackjack

[sapituscanpvp]

aww, something wrong sapnap?

- @fowlblackjack

What? No nothings wrong I'm fine. Have you talked to Karl lately?

[ @fowlblackjack ]

[apatheticdaydreamer]

@fowlblackjack whispers to you: geoorege pea (1.12)

quackity whispers to you: mfine ia sfn i help- no no nnaehs going to hurt hem and its all m yyy FAULT- (1.15)

quackity whispers to you: my back hutrs (1.20)

quackity whispers to you: m ginf e im FN im going hmoe im going home never nvm i can do i t . (1.38)

Initially,George's plans for the day consisted of Sleep,More sleep,and being bothered by the ghost in his head. But when you receive a blast of messages at 1 in the morning from your very close friend who is seemingly getting himself into more and more trouble everyday,it's hard to go to sleep.

Especially with such cryptic spelling filling the small screen of George's communicator. The sound of buzzing was what had woken him,but the panic that came with worrying for Quackity is what kept him awake.

Without much thought,George was stumbling out of bed,trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. Ignoring Dreams complaints,he got dressed in something suitable to go "adventuring" in. It was less adventuring, more a feverish search for Quackity. But he was tired and other words for it wouldn't come to mind. While he clipped his cape on,George looked over the messages he'd sent in response.

>GeorgenotFound whispers to you: Quackity? Are you alright? [1.40]

>GeorgenotFound whispers to you: Quackity. Who's going to hurt who? [1.45]

>GeorgnotFound whispers to you: Big Q,answer please? Are you okay?[1.52]

It had been too long of a time for no reply,George decided, as he practically dug through the code on his communicator. His mind may have been in a constant state of exhaustion, but he still knew how to get the information he wanted. It was easy for the crafty bastard to get his hands on the coordinates the last transmission came from. And with that,he was off,recognizing that it was faintly around the desert.

When George finally did get to the coords,he started off at a sprint to the form in the sand he figured was his friends. When he came to it,Q was curled on the ground,covered in sand and shaking. Dropping to his knees,George deftly covered him with his cloak,trying to coax him awake.

"Q? Big q? Hey,wake up,are you okay? What are you doing out here all alone like this. Are you on a bender or something?"

He tried to joke,but the concern in his voice bled through,brushing hair and sand off his friends cheeks.

[suriandtaal]

ME WHEN QUACKITY FOWLBLACKJACK

[biggestmanindsmp]

trick or treat.

(@fowlblackjack)

eyyy quackityyy you get

apple.

[apatheticdaydreamer]

apparently all i get to do is worry-

somebody said this- anon guy was messing with you? what's going on? (@fowlblackjack)

I dont-

Ehm-

I'm not sure. It's fine I should be fine,I think I just need to lay down but I think maybe I already am

But I don't know where i

Am.

[sapituscanpvp]

maybe ask the huge fucking guy why he's on your lawn?? - @fowlblackjack

Dude I'm not trying to get STEPPED ON. He fucking looks like me. Maybe it's that-that god dude. Hey Q did you know there's a god who looks like me? Hehhah! Like really looks like me.