Get the fuck out of my room!

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I walk out of the bathroom after I finished shaving. I walk to my bedroom until I stop in my tracks when I see Whimpu looking into my room. Oh no I'm pretty sure he knows. Play it cool! Play it cool!

"Yo Whimpu how's it going," I say as non-suspiciously as possible, but I definitely stuttered a tad bit.

He looks confused as he spoke, "Boss... What is he doing in your room?"

He then points at SMG4 waiting for me to respond.

"Dammit!" I grumble "The idiot must have found a way out of the basement. Don't worry about it I'll take him back downstairs. Don't quake in your boots about it. Nobody is going to kill you."

He actually looks pretty reassured by this response and even giving me praise, "Thank you boss for taking care of this kind of stuff."

I pat his head as I respond, "No problem Whimpu, and next time stay out of my fucking room!"

I walk into my room slamming the door shut as I just sit in my bed. I continue to sit for about ten minutes before turning to SMG4.

I try to smile a bit as I talk, "Don't worry I'm not sending you to the basement. We can't let anyone know I'm on your side yet."

"Okay," he says as he cheers up from his previous tensed up state.

He spends the rest of the day just making memes so innocently thinking that he softened me up, but no I'm the one on top here and not him. I would never actually care about an idiot like him.

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 11 ⏰

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