you and otto were in his basement of his grandmas house, which is where he stayed until he could afford a place of his own. he looks up at you and smiles.
"y/n sit on that stool, i'll teach you." he said, gesturing to the red leather stool situated in the middle of a blue drum kit. you sit on the stool as otto walks over to the other side of the room to retreive his drum sticks. before you noticed otto walk back over to you, he shoves a drum stick up your nose and smashes you over the head with a drum.
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waterparks: imagine
Fanfictiona book filled of imagines; these are supposed to be stupid and im so sorry if they offend you in any way they're just for fun and the crackhead fans.
