Monophobia || cc!Wilbur x fem!oc

chapter 9.

CW (??): Bo Burnham (some people are uncomfortable with him and I don't want to get criticized for it. still, i made sure to use lyrics that are appropriate.)

Filler chapter just cuz I feel like this is helping build their friendship.

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Aurora's POV
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Once we got back to the house, we didn't end up watching broadway.

"Ok, we could watch Six, illegally of course, Hamilton, Newsies, In the Heights, Dear Evan Hanson, Heathers, The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals, or something else."

I thought for a moment, cursing my indecisiveness. "I know I said I was a theater kid, but it's been at least a month since I've binged Bo Burnham's specials. Tell me, have you watched them?" I finally decided, turning to him.

I was a bit surprised to see his goofy smile, but couldn't help smiling as well. His expressions just seem to be so contagious.

"I actually have watched them, but I don't mind rewatching them. They're all really good so I don't necessarily blame you." He responded, turning back to the TV and opening Netflix, turning on Bo Burnham's "what." show.

We sat on our own respective sides of the couch. I was curled into a ball, pulling my legs close to my chest, while Will was sitting like a normal human-being with his legs hanging off the couch, his heels resting against the cold floor a few feet in front of the couch.

I gently sang along to the first song in the track, knowing it almost word for word.

"So sit back, relax, and enjoy a healthy dose of prolonged eye-contact." I sang along, before staring at Will without blinking. He noticed and stared back, trying not to blink while I tried not to laugh or make any face. I bit my tongue to help.

During the short break, I briefly looked back to the screen, before immediately staring back at him, giggling at the very ending and finally blinking.

"You terrify me, just saying." He laughed, looking back at the screen.

I couldn't help but let out a loud laugh at the comment, adding on "that's part of the charm, sweetie."

I heard Will gently humming along to "sad," and decided to sing along, hoping he would join me. It didn't take long; in fact, he started singing aloud with me on the first line of the second verse.

"I saw a little boy drop his ice cream directly on his mothers corpse!" I practically screamed out. What can I say, this is one of my favorite songs.

Neither of us could resist yelling out, "I'm a sociopath!" before singing along loudly to the rest of the song, hoping the walls were thick enough so the people on the sidewalk wouldn't hear us singing along.

"Hey, hand me a Taki." Wilbur said, holding out his hand for the chip. I sarcastically rolled my eyes, putting one in his hand and watching as he ate it.

My mouth fell open in surprise as I watched him lick all of the dust off the chip before chewing down on the chip. "You fucking weirdo, you're eating it wrong!" I said with an accusing, yet playful glare.

"Are you judging me on how I eat crisps?"

"That's how you eat your chips?!" I exclaimed, only growing more surprised and repulsed. "Look, I'm an atheist but good lord you need some Jebus."

At this, he cackled harder than I expected him to, and I couldn't help but laugh along.

He caught his breath, smiling at me. "I have a friend, he goes by Technoblade on the internet, and when you said you were an atheist, you said it the same way he did."

I looked at him, quite confused, and he could clearly tell.

"As soon as we finish watching the specials, we're watching his videos. He's actually so funny." He said, raising his eyebrows at me.

I nodded, perfectly content with that, opening a bottle of Dr. Pepper and taking a drink of it, turning my attention back to the screen. I realized what song it was, and immediately started singing along.

"I love your hands cause your fingerprints are like no other. I love your eyes and their bluish-brownish-greenish color. I love it when you smile and you smile wide, and I love how your torso has an arm on either side." I sang along, with a wide smile.

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Timeskip
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It was nearly 3AM when we finished watching the Bo Burnham specials and Technoblade's potato war videos, taking a break around midnight to have an actual dinner consisting of simple noodles. I had to admit, Techno was really funny, and couldn't help but notice the way Will smiled at the top comments we could see, and I felt a little guilty.

"Hey," I started, turning my head away from the screen to look him in the eyes. "If you want to stream, you should. You seem to really enjoy it, and I don't want you to take a week off for me if you don't want to."

He furrowed his brows in thought before answering, picking his words carefully.

"Don't get me wrong; I love my audience, but sometimes the huge amount of people watching every move you make, every interaction you have, every tweet you post is overbearing. If you don't like the idea that I'm taking a week off for you, just think that it's also for my sake. It's not exactly a lie, so I hope that makes you feel a bit better." He said, smiling at me.

I relaxed and nodded, with a small smile formed. "Your friends seem cool. Granted, I only know three of them, but it'd be pretty cool if I could know your friends and, I'll admit, getting to know you more." I said, a joking tone in my voice at the end.

"Oh dude, you would love Tommy and Toby."

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Word count: 1024
Written: August 12, 2021

Yes, I was watching what and make happy during this chapter. It took me like 3 hours to finish the chapter because I keep getting distracted.