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The @ gymshark twitter account had a simple request; blow this up. whoever gets the most liked comment we'll put on a billboard in times square #GymsharkBillboard .

Jebidah Schlatt didn't think much of it when he saw an acquaintance of his, Corpse Husband, reply to it. But when he re-read the tweet, and realised his tweet would be featured on a billboard in Times Square - he in an instant he needed a banger tweet - and fast.

It would certainly impress Wilbur, who would be heading out to catch the late night flight to New York City on the 12th; after he finished his livestream for the evening about the new modded SMP he created. The meetup would be a surprise to all of their fans, and it would certainly gain much more popularity than the Sapnap and Dream get-together.

He considered the option of scouring through tumblr and snatching a text post from there, but he would be outed quickly by the dsmp community over there. They were a different breed of people, that's for sure. Schlatt looked around his room for some inspiration, coming up with nothing that would actually be qualified to fit on a billboard.

And then it hit him.

What if his tweet was a love confession?

It'd be cute, seeing as people normally go wild over those. And it's at the top of the trending page in an instant, a whiplash to his friend group, and a complete shock to all his fans.

Looking down at his phone, he anxiously typed out his response to the recent gymshark tweet. His thumb hovered over the tweet button, possible outcomes of his actions replaying itself on loop inside his mind. Anxiety built up inside of him, fingers beginning to shake - and he had to place his phone down onto his broken table. Scrubbing his hands over his face, he sighed deeply.

If he did this, there was no coming back from it.

Of course, he could always play it off as a joke. That it was just for a few extra likes on twitter. Maybe it was to rile up his own fandom. Or the lamest excuse of them all, someone hacked into his account.

Deciding it was too big of a risk to take, he deletes what he's written and types out; i like men .

He slides into his friends' dm's on discord, calling in a favor and asking for them to signal boost the tweet by replying underneath it. They do without a second thought, watching the amount of likes on his reply go up by the thousands.

Good. That's great. Tommyinnit has even replied to his post, so there's no way he could be possibly losing now. Corpse isn't in the lead, just a few thousand likes behind, so Schlatt's got nothing to worry about at the moment. He stays on twitter late that evening though, making sure his tweet stays in the lead.

It's a peaceful evening on February 12th, suddenly disrupted by Schlatt smashing yet another keyboard over the fact that both famous youtuber and streamer dreamwastaken had replied to Corpse's tweet. He furiously curses out a stream of incomprehensible vulgar words, before grabbing a bowl of cereal and checking discord to see if anyone is online. He clicks on Wilbur's discord icon, the small green dot in the corner of his profile picture telling him he's online.