💞~TWIDDLEFINGER~💞

Prologue

"Gegagedegegadego, Ibenmarridalongtamago," Nugget says, donning  his signature cowboy hat. I let out an annoyed grunt at his display of hubris, thinking he's better than me at this game. My brows furrow and I let out a low growl as I swing at his face, why does he have to be like this? Before I can take another, he punches my shoulder with his retractable arm. We keep exchanging punches before I recall we were recording. I quickly end the video, instantly breaking character. "Nug, why are you always like this? Videos aren't even fun with you anymore." I shout at him, as we both stop punching. "Gegagede," is all he responds with, typical. "I'm not imagining things, you've been acting different," I respond, imbuing the slightest bit of vitriol into my words, so they sting just the right amount. "Gega, Gagede...," is all he can say. "If you wanna be that way, then fine," I snap, storming out of the room. As I begin running home I could almost swear I could hear him saying 'Max', but I know he cant say anything other than Gegagedegegadego Ibenmarridalongtamago. I keep running, and don't stop running until I'm at my house. I knock on the door only to be greeted by my brother, Jimmy. "Hey Max, what happened, aren't you supposed to be filming?," he asks, curious about my early arrival, but he doesn't get it, nobody does. I push him to the side and storm up to my room. I slam the door and immediately collapse on my bed crying. Why is he always like this? Nug was never the same after he started dating Nugget. Nugget already had a kid but Nug thought it'd be a good idea. After crying for 10 minutes, I open my phone to doomscroll and vent on instagram stories. But as soon as I open it, I see his face. Him and Nugget are smoking a fat blunt, exactly where he got his nickname. I throw my phone against the wall with a thud, but it doesn't break because it's an android. I pick it back up and post a story, 'He did it again, why is being friends just so hard for him? Thinking about cutting him off, thoughts?'. Since I'm famous as hell I immediately get a response. 'Yeah, do that', says one commenter. Before I know it hundreds of comments are telling me to stop talking to him. 'Fine, I'll do it then' I comment on my own post. I get up and walk to the living room. My brother is sitting on the couch, playing his favorite game. Luckily he's so engrossed in his game he doesn't notice me going out to my backyard. I sit down in a pool chair and pull out my phone. "Hey," I open, calling  Nug. The phone rings but he doesn't pick up. I text him and still no response. My next thought is to call Nugget, since him and Nug were just together. 'hey nugget, have you seen nug? I wanna talk with him' I text. 'Gegagedegegagadego', he says. 'fr? you havent either? did he say something?' I question. 'Help me!' He responds. 'so he just disappeared? imma come over and we can talk in person', I swiftly type, before jumping the fence and hopping in my car.