Gregory woke up to the sound of screaming. He quickly dressed himself and raced downstairs. He was rather groggy from just waking up, so he may have fallen down some a few steps on the way. But he quickly slipped back up, and ran in the general direction of the screams, only to find his family lying down on the floor, frantically typing and tapping their devices.
"No signal! What does that even mean?" Screamed his sister, who then started running in a circle screaming something about 'OTGs' and 'ships' and what was 'canon'. Gregory didn't really understand that, so he turned to his parents, who were sadly also in an uncomfortable situation. "How the rest of the world know what hat I'm wearing on Thursday?!" Shrieked his mother, while his father started crying about how 'His thoughts he has in the shower don't count if he doesn't put them online.'
Gregory didn't know what to do. His family was usually pretty good. But this problem was serious. At least it seemed like it. "Guys!" He shouted at the commotion. They didn't really notice him, but he didn't care. "Who cares about Dough Tee Jees, or Tumblers! All that matters i-
"Did you say Dough Tee Jees?"
Gregory heard a strange voice inside his head. "Yeah. I did." He stated, unsure.
"Did you maybe mean... OTPs? Canon? Ships? Fanfics? Fanart? Rants? Memes? Gifs? Youtubers? Fandoms? Fangirls?"
Greggy boy was stumped. "I don't know what any of those words mean."
"Then why don't I help you learn."
Gregory woke up two hours, forty seven minutes and nine seconds later, with the power of the internet.
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The Internet has taken over my life.
HumorLiterally! Welcome to the world of Eight (And a half) year old, Gregory Pickson. He spells it Pixen. Either to sound cool or because he can't spell, we don't know. He is only Eight years old you guys. Cut him a little slack. Anyway, He leads your av...
