Acolyte ~Quackity x OC~

Part 9

TW: bodyshaming, self hate                

                       ~Rory's POV~

"Where the fuck is she?" I pace the room.

"Relax, love. She's probably at Alex's" Sofia stands up and stops me from pacing.

"Do you think she just fell asleep? Or did Alex kill her?"

"Rory. I don't know or like Alex very much but I'm pretty sure he wouldn't fucking murder her"

"You sure?"

"Positive"

A took a deep breath and sat down on the bed. Sofia followed.

"I feel like her mom" I chuckle

"We might as well be. You know how problematic her mom is" she sighs

"Yeah" I lay down on the bed.

Sofia lays down next to me and hugs me, pulling me close.

"It'll be ok" she whispers in my ear

I nod and enjoy her warmth.

It'll be ok.

~Addy's POV~

My eyes flutter open and I feel Alex's arms around me. His heart was beating really fast.

"Good morning" I whisper

"Good morning" he whispers back, brushing his hands through my hair.

"What time is it" I groan, freeing myself from his arms and rubbing the back of my neck.

"12:23" he says, setting his phone down.

"Shit" I whisper

"Can I just hang out here today? I don't feel like getting yelled at by Rory yet"

"Yeah of course. I was going to stream soon though"

"I could just sit off screen if that's ok"

"That's fine. You could even meet a few of my friends before stream"

"That'd be great"

He brings me to his streaming room and gets a chair for me. He messages a few people before turning to me.

"Nobody's streaming yet so we're good for you to chat for a while."

I smile and nod before bringing my chair over. He unplugs his headphones and joins the call.

Jesus fucking christ

I was immediately greeted with screaming and arguing from a bunch of people.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP" a british man yells. I locate where it came from. A man with curly brown hair, glasses and a sweater on.

"Hello?" I say, and everyone goes quiet.

"Hi!" a young boy says. He had brown hair and looked around 18.

"That's Tubbo" Alex mumbles

"Damn Alex you were right she is pretty" a man says in a snarky town.

"Shut the fuck up Nick" Alex says, turning red in the face.

I giggle and greet everyone there.

There was Karl, Wilbur, Tubbo, Nick, Tommy (who was extremely loud), George, Clay and Jack.

"I have to start stream" Jack says, aggressively typing something.

"Why are you always so fucking busy" Tommy rolls his eyes.

"That jack manifold grind" he smiles.

Alex mutes and turns the camera off.

"There's stuff in the fridge and I can always mute if you need anything and if you want to leave you-"

"Alex. I got it" I smile and hand him his beanie.

"Lovebirds? You there?" Nick asks.

"I have to start stream." he sighs.

I nod and move my chair off camera. I decided I could always go behind the green screen to get out. It would be easier than trying not to die while stepping over his thousands of cords tangled on the floor.

He starts stream and immediately starts yelling. I sigh quietly and get up to get a bottle of water.

I walk behind the screen and leave the room, going to the kitchen. I rummage through the fridge and find a water bottle. I take a sip before closing it and entering back into the room.

It was quiet.

I walk behind the screen and a second later Alex lets out a bloodcurdling scream. I jump and fall into the green screen, it falling down and capturing me under it.

I take a second and start laughing.

"Holy shit are you ok?" Alex lifts the green screen and sees me laying down laughing.

"What the fuck is wrong with you" he laughs before pulling me up.

"Lots of things" I laugh.

"Well chat knows your here now" he sighs

"Hi chat!" I wave, smiling at the camera.

The chat is full of 'what?' and 'huh' s and compliments.

"I'm Addy" I smile again as the chat starts spamming 'addity'

(ik their ship name is stupid asf but lets pretend it's beautiful and it's perfect)

I say my goodbyes to chat and go back to my chair.

Alex starts yelling at chat for something or other and I open twitter. No clue how they found my twitter but when I check my profile, I had gained a few hundred followers.

I smile at my phone as I read everyones tweets about Alex and I.

Then I frowned. A text notification from Jake.

Who's this Alex guy. Also,
didn't I say to lose a few
pounds

Alex is my friend and
your opinion doesn't
matter.

It does matter.

No it fucking doesn't.

Don't you want to
be pretty? You just
need to be skinnier

Goodbye asshole.

I turn my phone off and go to the bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror.

It wouldn't hurt to lose a few pounds..