ღgive me a reasonღ(Karl Jacobs X femOC)

'*•.¸♡ chapter 3♡¸.•*'

ꕥTW's: anxietyꕥ
ꕥWords: 2413ꕥ
ꕥTime taken: 3 daysꕥ

Anxiety fills my body more with every notification on my phone I knew a lot of them where from the new discord group or from pip, but they still worried me, I didn't know how people where going to react and I really didn't want people to follow me on things just because of who my brother is. I wanted to earn my viewers not have them because of who I know. I don't know what to do and the only thing that will take my mind off it would be editing, but to do that I have to open my phone and I didn't want to do that.
I new ping came through on my phone and i groan not being able to just listen to the pings any longer. 
13 discord notifications - smp freaks
10,560 twitter notifications
1 discord notification - Karl Jacobs
I sigh and open up my laptop opening the group chat

Quackity:
Ayyyyy mamasita you Wilburs sister


Dream:
Will said you didn't want to tell the
public that do, congrats of having
the confidence

Willy: 
She's not come out her room since it happened

Tom:
She's probably focken scared have you seen the hate she's getting??

George:
Dude don't talk abt hate she might not have seen it

Badboyhalo: 
I hope she's ok, it was a big thing to do especially when she's a content creator too D:

Karl:
Wait she's a cc??

George: 
I didn't know this???

Tom: 
I did get good bitch boys


Chuckling slightly I click off discord, choosing to ignore karl for now, and open up Twitter. Oh my days people really didn't believe me. Some people really think I'm gonna lie about my own brother, if anything I would lie about that lanky asshole being my brother?? I groan running my hand through my hair, why did people even have to disrespect boundaries?? It pisses me off so much to think that if people just respected me and Will then this wouldn't be a thing. I hate people, I hate the internet and I hate people even more. 
This is getting stupid, I can't just lay in bed and stress because then I end up stressing more. Not to mention the shit ton of editing I have to do, plus I need to apply to be Karl's editor... Again. Shit that reminds me that I left him on delivered. I go out to the kitchen, the place I last had my computer and see Will, he hadn't noticed me yet so I decide to watch... And listen cus he was on the phone. 
"Dude she isn't ok she hasn't come out her room, she never ignores peoples messages and she isn't even editing"
I hear a sigh on the other side of the phone, who was sighing? I didn't recognise the sigh. 
"Mate, it's a big thing, she didn't want the fame because of you, and she doesn't want the hate of people thinking that's the only reason she blew up.."
"But that's not the reason, she blew up before people know about our relations.."
"Ik mate, but people won't use that part, they'll do anything they can to sabotage someone.."
Wait, I did know that voice, I loved that voice the voice that can always calm someone down the voice that's always calm when you need help. Dadza. A smile appears on my face now realising who the voice belonged to and I moved myself over to where my brother was sat.
"Hi dadza :)" Will looked at her,
"Dadza??"
"Yeah dadza, you got a problem with that fuckface?" 
Phill laughs slightly "Hi fea"
"You guys are on first name bases??? Not even Karls got that??" 
"First off, phills epic and we talk all the time," I pause lightly slapping him on the face, "second off fuck you I've never spoken to Karl" 
"You want to though"
"Piss off William."
Phill laughs at us slightly before calming down, "Fea in all seriousness please stay off Twitter until its all calmed down, If it's not calmed by tomorrow me and Will will post about it ok..?"
I go quiet for a little bit, before I find my thoughts again, "I want to post about it, I've always been open with my fanbase and I want to deal with this alone at first if it all goes wrong then you can help." 
Will nods at me and phill makes a small noise of understanding. 
"will ima go edit if you need me I'll be in my room" My voice is happy again, glad that I can try to sort this out by myself.
Once safely within my room I open twitter ignoring all the hate comments and right out a tweet.