Dat Boi X Reader

A/N+ Chapter

Now that I'm sick, I'm gonna update this. I know this is incredibly out of date. So i'm gonna update it. I'm doing a double upload, maybe even triple. I just feel really inspired right now so.

"So what are we gonna do?" Edgelord whispered, fear coming off of her in waves. "I don't know. All I know is that my fanfictions are all shitty." Midna says, disappointed in herself. "You guys are fucking pussies. You guys aren't the one who is basically fucking royalty, and have to meet Dat Boi." You exclaim, worried and scared. "Oh shit..." Rosalynn adds. "I'm going to sleep. Dat Boi can't wait forever." You say, your voice trembling. You just want to get this over with.

You lay down on the couch. The rest of the squad has moved into their own guest bedrooms. It doesn't take you long to fall asleep, as you had wasted much of your energy creating memes. You are transported into a mansion. Decorated with Gold and porcelain. Inside is was pearly white, with furniture accented with a golden hue. It was huge and magnificent. There were glass tables, with coffee mugs. The whole room seemed to be so fragile, if you were to sit on the sofa, the whole room would fall apart. Dat Boi emerged from the kitchen, carrying a coffee pot. He poured some into the two mugs on the coffee table. "So. I'm guessing you read the note?" Dat Boi asked inquisitively. "Noticing I'm here, I think you know the answer." You say, already bored of the conversation. "You know your role. And don't you disrespect me-" "Bitch I can disrespect you if I fucking want. Your bald spot is more fucking noticeable than Prince's fucking pink ass heels." You snarl, venom dripping from your voice. "You say that I'm up with Pepe. The fucking King of the Meme Gods. So I think I fucking know my place." Dat Boi looks utterly shocked. He has been roasted, yet again by the Savage Princess. "Look I'm sorry, I'm just not used to people my age being up in the ranks with my father. But I want to discuss things with you."

 Dat Boi mumbles, embarrassed and his hands are fidgeting. "Go on." "Well. You have a set of 6 tasks. Each with their own boss Virus. These Bosses are the leaders of the Meme Stealers. They are coded into the game. So you will have to be transported as code into the game. As Meme Gods, we can do that no problem." Dat Boi says. "But what about my friends? Will they be accompanying me?" You ask, worried about your friends sanity. "No. It's too dangerous. It's already bad enough when we have to send in the Savage Royalty and heir to the throne. We can't risk putting other Memes in danger."  Dat Boi says importantly. "Sounds alright to me I guess when you put it like that." "But to finish the Meme Stealer Leaders off, you have to say something. Like a catchphrase." "Oh heck yeah. Definitely doing Animal Weapon memes." You exclaim, excited to have an excuse to actually use those memes. "Uhh... Okay." Dat Boi leans his head down. His head in his hands. "Alright well its time to go. I'll talk to you later." Dat Boi suddenly says. "Uh okay" You stand to leave, and walk out. You are soon awake. With pillows all over the floor.

"You will not survive."