Well, this was delightful!
Tom Lamore sat at his desk, leg bouncing up and down impatiently, as he scrolled through a youtube channel he had stumbled upon when he had set the students' Cognito work a few hours ago. His own face glared back at him from the screen, except... it wasn't him.
Lom Tamore. What a joke!
It had taken him over a year to amass the followers he had with his passionate singing for those who have no voice of their own, yet someone was trying to jump on the bandwagon and steal his hard work. Typical. People steal from the great, meaning Lamore must be great, he mused.
He looked to the side to check there wasn't another staff member walking by (he had seen Hailey and Katie heading to their shared car a few moments ago, meaning he had to switch tabs) before clicking on one of the songs that caught his eye- "Tommy, are you gonna cry".
He was met by a blasting beat almost smacking his gangly self off his chair, followed by rapping that made his eyes water. He quickly turned his monitor off, breathing heavily. He only heard a few bars but... it was too much, too fast. He grabbed his marmite mug off of the side, gulping down the stale, cold tea before clumsily standing up like Bambi does at the beginning of the movie before falling over like a moron.
His nostrils flared as he inhaled sharply. How DARE someone steal his identity like this?! How dare they take his beautiful art and tarnish it like this?! He's had enough.
All his life he had been bullied and teased by the girls at his school for his large forehead and massive size. He towered over them, but they used that to their advantage by making him cry, picking on him and slapping cheese on his forehead every lunch break. In secondary school it wasn't any better either, but this time it wasn't just the girls who bullied him: everyone picked on him, even teachers, except a few of his close friends, including his oldest friend and college fuck boy Tyrone Trimmings.
And now that someone's trying to take the one thing he's been successful in? It was undeniably evil.
He was just about to slam his fist on the table when an idea popped into his head. A while back, his account on Youtube had been reported spam... meaning he could do the same to Lom! Such a devious plan indeed- teehee!
Lamore rushed out of the school, Catty Darnton waving him goodbye as she fuzzed up Newbald's nasty brown velvet jacket (like seriously bro that thing is fucking skanky), but he didn't pay any attention. He hopped into his [colour] car and zoomed out of the school, nearly crashing into a car heading out of the leisure centre.
He headed home to 12 Boreford Road, Abingdon, OX14 2QX, (51.6873787, -1.2663713), about a 41 minute drive, and dived into his house. His son, Duke Ishmael Neil Gassy Underscore Semiquaver the Third, or DINGUS3 for short, ran away as soon as his dad came home and hid in the basement with all the kids who forgot to hand in the google classroom assignment for the educake even though they did it on educake (i'm still salty about that). Lattie rushed to his bedroom where his set-up was and pulled out his naughty-computer.
The naughty computer was the laptop he used for things unrelated to work. Before it shut down, he used to use Omegle to sing randomly at people, however, he can't do that anymore, so the naughty laptop is purely used for recreational purposes such as his youtube account, bandcamp and discord to stream electrical engineering simulator with his newly acquired boyfriend Richard Delorenzi.
He flipped open the lid and immediately typed in "youtube.com" and found where he can report channels (idk i've never done it) and quickly sent a heartfelt message to the poor youtube people about how spiteful Lom Tamore had been.
And after that, and after making his spam on toast, he sat there and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Until he fell asleep.
Stupid Tamore... so stupid...
...only to be awoken by the sound of an email coming through on his naughty computer. Fuck.
—- authornotes- -
Sorry first chapter is short i am questioning my existence and i wanna drag this shit out
Do not question my identity it won't work, i am just a lover of lom and want to bring him justice
I will provide more do not get mad at slow updates i have a lot of other priorities such as screaming into the void and completing 100 question long educakes iykyk... *inhales sharply*
also lattie if you're reading this you are the reason i will fail my gcse and btw i know a whole lot about you so don't get me started-
taking idea requests also if you want specific teachers involved idk goodbye everyone.
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THE CURIOUS INCIDENT OF LOM TAMORE!!!!
Fanfictionone day while tom lamore was at work, a naughty lowlife skank stole his identity and claimed to be an even better singer than him! His name was Lom Tamore and in an instant Lattie knew he had to sort out this trickster. Little did he know he was abo...
