Mishaps (Troyler Fanfiction)

Chapter 3

Tyler's POV

All problems set aside, I decided to go to the nearest StarBucks. I took my laptop with me, so I could edit a new video. While walking to my ghetto-ass car, a random person stops me. Somebody who obviously has heard of me, but strongly dislikes me.

"Hey, you," he says. His voice is a lot deeper than I anticipated. "How's FagTube working for you? Are you getting lots of dickscribers?" He laughed and walked away, roaring wildly.

I turned back around to where I was originally going, and thought to myself. Am I really worth the hassle? Why do people hate me so much? I shook my head, knowing I shouldn't be bothered, and continued walking to my car. Once I got in, I realized I forgot my phone. I hid my laptop, got out of my car, locked it, and went back to my apartment to grab my phone. When I arrive back, I see my door busted open, and that same douchebag I encountered earlier, taking stuff. "Hey," I shouted. "Put down the stuff, AND LEAVE."

He put my stuff down, sneered at me, laughed profusly, and left, whispering rude things to himself. I looked to see what he was about to take. My phone, computer mouse, and coffee maker were in the pile of stuff he put down. A computer mouse? I shrugged and put everything back where it was supposed to go. When I turned on my phone, I saw this phrase on my lock screen:

My name is Dick Dickley. I am a homosexual douchebag. I hate you, go away.

He apparently figured out my code, or my phone wasn't locked. I unlocked my phone, changed my password, and my lock screen, and left my house, once more.

I got to my car, and that asshole was there next to it! "What do you want from me?" I asked sternly, making him chuckle.

"I want all of your electronics, or I will expose you on your social media platforms for what you did to me in the past." he said. Who was he?

"Sorry, but I don't recall ever seeing you in my life. So, I will leave now." I opened my door and got into my car. I quickly locked the car, and it was almost too late. I opened my window and smiled. "Have a nice day, I hope I don't see you again."

I drove off, expecting him to chase after me, which is what he did. He chased me down the street, and I managed to lose him for about a minute. I found myself in the parking lot. I fumbled for my phone, and called the police.

"911, what's your emergency?" the operator asked.

"Hello? Hello! I'm being chased by a random guy, he tried to break into my house, my lock is broken, and he started chasinng after me."

"Where are you at?" she asked, acting calm.

"I'm in the parking lot by the Albertson's at S Street and 3rd Avenue."

"We will be right there!"

I hung up, waiting for the bastard to pound on my car. He surprised me, by jumping on my car, screaming, and pounding on the ceiling of my already dented car. The police suddenly arrived and the strange man ran away. Officers chased after him and he was pushed to the ground by a mysterious man. He then put his foot on top of him to make sure he didn't move. He was wearing a gray T-Shirt and jeans. I recognized those jeans. It reminded me of somebody who never took his off. When he looked up, I knew exactly who it was. My heart fluttered and sank as my eyes opened widely and my jaw dropped on the floor.

"Troye," I murmured as I got out of my car to see what was going on.

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CLIFFHANGER!!! I hope you enjoyed this, I let it go as it wanted, I had no plan. If this is crappy and short, sorry, but oh well. I hope you guys enjoyed this! I did writing it. FagTube and dickscribers, oh my god how did I do this to myself. I hope I killed you.

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