Will x Brandon420: A tale of edgy gaymers

Not this shit again

-Will's POV because fml, this shitpost is hilarious-

Brandon screeched so loud Will thought the windows would shatter into pieces before his eyes.

"Brandon, you trying to hide or what?" Will asked, bewildered and questioning if he was high as balls. "If you're messing with me, you can suck my dick!"  

"FUCK YOU SAY TO ME, YOU LITTLE SHIT?"

Will was struck with a lightning bolt of fear. That deep, husky voice wasn't Brandon.

Wait, how the fuck was everyone breaking into his house?

Out of nowhere, Will heard a series of crashing noises and questioned if he could shoot himself to escape the weird ass shit happening to him. He swiftly turned around to see Brandon crumpled at the bottom of the stairs.

"You hoe!" Brandon raged. "I almost got raped in the closet!"

"The fuck?" Will responded. "Why the fuck are you bringing random dickheads into my house?"

"Tell that to the thot I had to put up with," Brandon hissed in reply. "I'll show you!"

As Brandon twisted back round, Will couldn't resist the urge to jokingly slap Brandon's ass. His lover turned back, blushing uncontrollably. 

"Don't start being a horny dipshit," Brandon sighed, almost as pissed off as Will. "C' mon, give me a fucking hand-"

"Job?"

"Fuck you!"

"Just taking the piss because you dragged me into this weird ass mess. Now come on!"

The duo strode up to the stairs, Brandon clearly shitting himself with fear. The deep voice snarled at them once they reached the top, alarming Will and scaring Brandon so much that when he flinched, he fell down the fucking stairs again. Dumbass.

"Who the fuck is there?" Will demanded, before removing his belt. "I've got a belt and I'm not afraid to hang myself!"

"Well," his mysterious opponent chuckled. "Quite the comedian."

Will lunged forward, but his opponent immediately grabbed him by the throat, choking him. He kicked, writhed and screeched like a wild animal, but the enemy screamed out a single word before harshly throwing him.

"YEET!"

Will smashed against a wall and could feel his own blood splattering across it. He spotted Brandon crawling over the final stair as his vision faded as he slipped into unconsciousness. The final thing he heard before falling under was his husband's cry.

"SHIT, WILL, NO!"


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I could've been making a sandwich instead of this shit