𝗠𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗕𝗮𝗹𝗹[𝗔 𝗦𝗡𝗙 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗖]

♕𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝚆𝙾♕

3rd POV: 

The Brit made his way to his bedroom door as he scurried over to his walk-in closet and began undressing as he un-clipped his mask. 

He lazily picked some clothes, which consisted of a black and white collared Balenciaga shirt, with black pants, and some tennis shoes. Casual enough for the store.

He finished tying his shoes as he took a glance at his hair and ruffled it up again. He strutted out of the closet and picked up his phone that lay on his bedside table.

ᴷᵃʳˡᵒˢ ♡

>you: Hey, you awake?

>ᴷᵃʳˡᵒˢ ♡: Nah totally not.

>you: Whatever.. anyways, you up to get some shit from the store?

>ᴷᵃʳˡᵒˢ ♡: Wait can I get monsters? I need to restock the fridge, Skeppy keeps stealing them from the fridge 😒

>you: sureee whatever floats your boat, Karl. I'll be there to pick you up in 15 mins.

>ᴷᵃʳˡᵒˢ ♡: Alr, see you then

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The Brit groaned as he snagged his car keys and headed out the door and down the hall, sliding down the railing again. 

"GEORGE I SWEAR I AM GOING TO BEAT YOUR ASS IF YOU KEEP DOING THAT!" His mother screamed as he snickered and ran to the garage and slid into his car.

He clicked the remote for the garage door as it slid open, revealing a large driveway with gates at the end. 

He sighed as he pressed the ignition, letting the engine rev as he gripped the steering wheel as he pulled out of the garage and sped down the horseshoe driveway as he closed the door behind him. The security guards, Quackity and Tommy nodded as he pulled to the gate.

"Just picking up Karl, and going to go to the store. I'll be back in about 2-3 hours." He spoke as Quackity's face lit up as he mentioned Karl.

"Say hello to him, for me!" He grinned.