Just a pickaxe... Just a fight (Quackity angst/fluff)...

                                    

                                          
Warnings: fight, blood, scaring, talking about scars, panicatack. 
The fight scene is bad, this is my first time writing one- O>O. Maybe a bit rushed? Eh. It is also a bit short. 

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Narrator pov-
"Did you really think, Quackity, that you could kill me that easily?", a voice down a tunnel echoed. Footsteps ran in. "You have done so much fucking damage to all we've been building all a-fucking-long TechnoBlade!!", the footsteps where acompanied by a voice. Quackity's voice. "Oh you poor poor birdy. You sad you can't have power?", The piglins voice said tauntingly. Angry bird noices came from Quackity's throat. "Shut up Techno! I have an axe and armor. You? You have nothing.", where yelled before a fight ensued. 
 An axe hit anothers leg. The pickaxe dug into someone's thigh. Some screams where heard, though just one voice was heard. The piglin and the bird broke up. Blood everywhere, but someone was more wounded and hurt than the other.
Some chuckles where heard. "You know Quackity, you look hurt. Are you alright?", Techno, sickly sweet, asked. "Oh shut up you damn criminal!", Quackity's words where acompagnied by him atacking the Blood God. 
"Oh you poor thing.", taunts where heard. The two men attacked the other again. 
Quackity didn't see that coming... he ducked, but the pickaxe hit his right hand. Screams of pain, acompagnied by pained bird screatches. He dropped his axe and grabbed his hand, anger in his eyes, he looked at Techno. "Ohwww, did the birdy get hurt?", Techno taunted him, after making eye contact. Quackity reached out for his axe. 
"Nope.", Techno said as he kicked the axe away from the birdy. Quackity, now near tears, got up. "Why can't you leave us alone, Blade. You have been ruining every-fucking-thing I've been trying to build up! You fucking dick!" Techno just rolled his eyes at this.
"You know what Quackity? Me and my little pickaxe are powerfull.", Techno said, grinning. "I have a pickaxe Quackity, and I'll put it through you teeth!", Techno swinged. "I'll put it through your fucking teeth Quackity!!"
Quackity pov-
"AH!", I screamed out shooting up from my bed. "God! Another life gone... ugh!", I got up. "Why does Techno always mess shit up?! I absolutely hate it!", I started mumbling. Walking past a mirror I caught a glimps of myself. "What the FUCK?!", I yelled out running to the mirror. "What the actual fuck!?", I stared at my reflection in horror. "Where the fuck are my teeth?", I asked no one in particular.
I started to hyper ventilate. 
Why does Techno fuck things up all the fucking time?! Why?! WHY!?  "Quackity?", someone asked me. I looked up. I didn't realise I had fallen to the ground and grabbed my face. "Are you okay?", I got asked again. I couldn't vocus on their face. I looked back down, still shaking. I shook my head, still shaking and hand covering the scar? Gash? Gap? "Hey hey hey! It's okay Q, it is! Can you show me?", I got asked.
I pulled away my hand.
"... Oh goodness Quackity! That must've hurt badly!", the sympathy in the voice calmes me down a bit. I could vocus. Karl. I started to actually cry. "Shhh shh, it's okay Q... let me see it.", he cupped my cheek and, carefully rubbed his thumb, over the scarring tissue. "Eventhough you lost a life from this I think we should ask someone, preferably someone that can manipulate code, to check on it. We don't want a virus to infect it Q.", Karl said. "So my only options are TechnoBlade, Philza and Dream?", I said, getting more calm under the rubbing.
"Heh, yeah...", Karl sighted. "I'd rather risk a virus.", I anounced. Karl sighted. "Alright, let me atleast clean that out.", Karl said. I nodded. He got up and reached out his hand to help me up. I grabbed it and he let my away.
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Hope you enjoyed this!!