|| 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢 || ~*Wilbur Soot x Reader*~

Wait, You're Moving?

Y/n's POV

"no, Charolette, that's not what i'm saying. i'm saying that Nikola Tesla, the inventor of the Tesla coil, used an earthquake machine to cure Mark Twain of constipation." you had been googling who invented the tesla car and ended up going down a loophole of 'Nikola Tesla did not invent the car but he did invent other cool things such as...' until you got to weird facts about the said man. "he quite literally shook the shit out of Twain."

"well- that's just- ... that's nice." she finally says giving up.

there's a pause as something is shouted at her, you can only assume it's her mother.

"................"

"OKAY ILL BE DOWN IN A MINUTE!" Charlotte yells out.

"Char, did you forget to do the dishes again?"

"mayhaps," she said stretching out the word.

you sigh like the disappointed mom friend you are, "go do them before you get in trouble."

"okay," she says dejectedly. "i've gotta go then, i love you."

"i love you too," you chuckle.

"byeeeee..."

"byeeee!"

after hanging up you sit and scroll through instagram for a while, liking any posts you find interesting and saving some to reference later when you're drawing.

Tommy then decided now is the perfect time to burst your little bubble of happiness and crashes through your door.

"good! you're off the phone. i need your pvp skills, NOW!" he shouts running back to his room, not giving you a chance to respond.

"okay then," you mumble into nothing.

you stand up from your bed and walk over to his room, slowly, on purpose, so that he gets really annoyed.

he has the most annoyed look you have ever seen on his face when you walk through his door and you just laugh at it.

"shut up and get over here!"

"okay, okay, calm down," you say with a shit-eating grin on your face.

you go over to his desk and kneel next to him and listen to him explain how he got himself in a bit of a sticky situation. he "accidentally" angered Techno, who you found out about from watching some of Tubbo's old streams, and now he's running for his life.

"well," you stand up straight again. "i can't help you with that."

"but you beat Dream, surely you can beat measly old Technoblade."

"first off, Tommy, Techno isn't old, second, i beat Dream, who just so happens to have been bested by Techno, the one you want me to fight." you frown slightly at Tommy's reasoning.

"well- i- yeah, BUT, you can at least try," he looks at you with big eyes and a small pout. "for me?"

god, those stupid fucking puppy eyes. he knows what he's doing when he looks at you like that.

being the weak-willed sibling you are you break down and agree.

"guuuuhhhhh! FINE!" you say pushing him lightly out of his chair. "but if i die, just a warning i will be saying 'i told you so' for the next two weeks."

"yeah yeah, whatever, just turn the mic back on," he says standing up and pushing in the chair once you're seated. such a gentleman.

"sir, yes sir," you say adding a two-fingered salute.