Questionable Choices [Yan!DSMP x Reader]

Chapter 37: News

These last few days, you've just been sleeping and drinking. Those are the main activities of your days. You'd either sleep or get a drunk blackout, resulting in all kinds of weird inventions that your own drunk self decided to create.

It's incredibly how big your brain is when you've consumed too much alcohol. Sometimes the genius comes when you are in great pain.

The things you had created, aren't even really useful – like the Sklergons. No, they're just things you know you're never going to use. A machine that automatically responds to every message that your phone receives, answering with the lyrics of Bezos II. You cannot remember creating it, but according to your log book, in which you've apparently drawn a lot of penises, it was created because Wilbur kept spamming you and asking for your attention. This did lead to Wilbur coming to your house, somehow without knowing your address, and finding you there under the influence of a lot of alcohol.

You cannot remember exactly how that interaction went, which both scares you and comforts you, since you do not want to feel the embarrassment that it probably brought with that whole event.

Tommy came with him, though, so that was quite hilarious. You showed off all your best inventions, all while under the influence of a terrible headache and a lot of alcohol, but you can remember very well how impressed the boy was, even wanting to make something with you sometime. Despite your extremely bad mental state, Tommy seemed to cheer you up quite a lot. In fact, while he was at your house, you didn't even drink any more – other than some tea and water, of course – and you're honestly happy to have him there. Although, you wish his brother would be less privacy-invading.

You did tell him that, though.

As said before, you cannot remember exactly how it went, but you do know that you shushed him multiple times, put your hand over his mouth occasionally and you very vaguely remember slapping him in the face when he got too close. Not even in a scared way, not even in order to defend yourself. No, just because he wouldn't listen.

This is eventually what led to the slapping monkey machine.

Basically, after you coloured Wilbur's cheek red, you came up with the idea to create a robot that would slap someone in the face whenever that person wanted to. It was probably mainly meant for masochists, so you already knew you were never going to use it, but you made it nevertheless. A monkey animatronic that would just slap someone randomly. You have no idea if it serves any other purpose, since that's when you suffered another blackout, but you know that it's finished and it's way too creepy to just keep in your living room. So, you put it in the basement of your basement, where you keep the other unimportant inventions.

Tommy helped you create another invention. One that honestly wasn't as stupid as you thought it would be at first.

He didn't even really help you. He just was there and that's how you created it. A small robot with a television screen. Because while Tommy was talking about everything and anything, you created a perfect little buddy. He'd told you about how lonely he felt sometimes, especially when Tubbo was busy working, which is why you created them. Its small head was literally an old-fashioned TV and you let Tommy give it its clothing and stickers. While he did this, you and Wilbur silently watched his enjoyment.

"You really care for Tommy, huh?" When Wilbur said this, he sounded sad. Was he jealous?

"Do you?" you asked back and you were sober enough to now properly remember this interaction. "Because you should."

"I mean, of course I do, he's my brother, but he isn't yours."

"He might as well be," you shrug, almost feeling Wilbur's breath in your neck. "I think I care more about the fucker than I care about myself. That doesn't say a lot, obviously, I mean, look at me, but still."