" you never loved me. you only loved the idea of me. " y/n stated, but king didn't want to believe it.
hello friends! welcome back to another journey of ups and downs featuring a yandere in the middle of dream smp. what will happen when king learns...
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" KING... "tap. tap. "KING!" milo let out an exasperated groan, his face falling onto king's stomach. "this bitch.! WAKE UP!" milo muttered rather loudly, immediately picking his head back up and shaking his brother's body out of a sleeping state.
"WAKE UP YOU UNCONSCIOUS ASS BAFOON! WE'RE GONNA BE LATE!" milo, in his last attempts to resuscitate his brother, climbed onto king's bed on the other side of his body. he started wailing and jumping on the mattress like it was a trampoline, grabbing a pillow that was sitting against the wall and repeatedly smacking king awake.
king eventually got the memo, squeezing his eyes shut and covering his face to avoid getting smacked further by a silk-sheeted pillow from his younger brother. king let out an audible groan, milo still smacking him despite seeing king's movements. "ALRIGHT ALRIGHT I'M UP!" king yelled out in a whiny voice.
"FINALLY! santos is ready for work and we're gonna be late for school!" milo screeched, throwing the pillow to the side and jumping off the bed, his feet landing with a thump on the hard wood floors. king slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to connect with reality.
milo was already out of his room, leaving the door open. king sighed and decided to skip breakfast, getting up and putting on a fresh pair of clothes—his usual style of a hoodie and sweatpants. it is senior year after all, and nobody will bother to put on something nice except for the "impressionable" freshmen desperate for validation. that's how miserable school is.
