Kahoot x Reader

Chapter 34

December 2nd, 2018, Kahoot Masters finds out about the tumour in his brain. It's also the day he sends off both his and Toohak's DNA kits.

Two weeks later, on December 16th, 2018, the results of said kits come in.

Kahoot had been at home. He was browsing on his computer with his back slouched in bed, playing Tetris again, the same as he had been for the last 3 days. He sees the little mail icon in the corner of his screen pop up before he hears its classic ping.

"46Mixed - Your DNA results are here"

Kahoot sits up before even reading the rest of the notification. He abandons his game completely, X-ing out the tab out and pulling up the mail app with a quick flick of his wrist. Fifteen clicks later and his personal account entered, he's one step away from the truth.

Their truth.

The link advertising DNA Relatives stares at him from his home screen. Kahoot clicks it without thinking, and it opens up a new tab with a list of over 300 people.

Toohak's profile is at the top of the list:

Toohak A.
Monozygotic Twin
Male, 99.99% DNA shared

"I knew it!" Kahoot shrieks. "I knew it, I knew it, I knew it! I knew I wasn't alone." He can't help the little giggles that force their way out, nor can he wipe off his soft awed smile. It take less than a minute for his new rose coloured-glasses to fall off and for reality to shatter the remains. "Wait. Ohhh, man. Oh shit. This is- this makes- oh, life is gonna get interesting."

Kahoot slams his laptop shut and hides it under his mattress. He stares at the inconspicuous lump of padding and tech as if it'll hide all of the secrets that seems to be bursting at the seams of his world. He wishes he could shove his head under a mattress, too.

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Three hours. It takes Kahoot three (3) hours of staring at his sketched-up wall to realize that some secrets, no matter how weird, messed-up, or shadow-bleached their colours are from time locked away, need to be shared in the end.

Kahoot doesn't have Toohak's phone number (does he even have a phone?) so he decides walk to Mr. Adams's house. When he gets to his window, he stands there staring. The glass plane is marked and scratched up from the last time; it's as if the rocks they've thrown at it wanted to leave their mark, immortalizing themselves in smears of grey grit and almost-cracks that cross the window like tiny spider webs.

Kahoot forgoes the throwing-stones and knocks four times instead.

The window creaks as Toohak throws it open, and Kahoot takes a step back. In the little while that he's known him, Toohak has never once looked out of place. He's always been buttoned collars, toothpaste teeth, and neat hair, a put-together look that yells 'I have my life figured out!'

Not today.

No, today, Toohak is a raccoon who's been to hell and decided to stay awhile. The bags under his eyes almost look fake, faded dark pigment covering them like a type of makeup. His hair is messed-up, sticking up in ways that can't be intentional, choppy and messy and wild. Kahoot thinks that for once, they finally look related.

"What do you want?" Toohak asks.

"I, uh- do you have to time to talk?"

"No." Toohak closes the window and the blinds.

"Wait-!"

Kahoot stares at the shut window. It can't stay closed for long. He grumbles to himself and picks up the biggest pebble he can find - it fills his palm, and he can feel it the weight of it pulling him down. Perfect.