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Webkinz

Calum:

“Calum what is this shit?!” You gasp, flabbergasted at the computer screen in front of you.

“What, did you find my porn subscription?” He asks from the doorway of the office.

“Stop joking Calum this isn’t even funny,” your eyes stay connected to the screen.

“I wasn’t joking…” He mumbles, but drops it and walks towards you.

He bends down to see the computer screen.

“Webkinz?” He asks.

You point at the screen, the pop up message blocking you from getting into your account.

“Your Webkinz account is past subscription date…” he mumbles underneath his breath, reading the message. “So?”

“Oh my God Calum, you don’t even understand. Just get out. Leave me to suffer in self-pity.”

 

Luke:

“Mom what’s this?”

Your small family of four was cleaning the basement, which you thought they would hate but you all ended up loving.

It’s fun for your kids to see the stuff they did when they were little, and the stuff you did.

You walk over to your youngest daughter who’s fourteen years old and holding a garbage bag filled with stuff.

“What’s in it?” You look into the bag.

“Stuffed animals,” Tori answers.

You gasp, pulling out a stuffed pink poodle. “Not just any stuffed animals! Luke! Webkinz!”

“What the fuck is a Webkinz?” Taylor, your sixteen year old daughter asks from in the corner where she was sorting through CDs.

“Watch the language,” Luke warns.

“Webkinz is stuffed animals which comes with a code. You enter the code onto the Webkinz website and you got to raise the Webkinz, dress them up, meet other Webkinz, build houses, and lots of cool shit,” you hug the poodle closer to your chest.

“Dad did you have a Webkinz?” Tori asks.

“No,” Luke answers.

“Your dad wasn’t cool enough for Webkinz,” you add.

“Hey!”

“He still isn’t,” Taylor snorts.

“Why did I decide to have kids?” Luke asks.

Ashton:

“… Zora, Lily, Coco, and Roxie,” you finish listing your Webkinz.

Ashton came home from the studio to find you on some weird virtual site on the computer.

He asked what it was and it got you into this…

“Cool,” Ashton mumbles tiredly.

“Do you want to hear my rooms? I have a room for every Webkinz, but I also have the living room, the kitchen, the family room, the theater, the garden, the patio-“”Baby, I love you, I’m glad you’re excited and everything, but I just need to sleep,” Ashton interrupts you.

“Oh... I guess you can take a nap. But once you wake up, we can play on my Webkinz account,” you suggests.

“Sounds great babe. Now let’s cuddle,” Ashton tugs you towards the bed.

Michael:

“What are you kids doing?” You stand in the doorway of the office with a dirty laundry basket in your arms, watching your three kids playing on the computer.

“We’re playing a game,” your ten year old son, Colby answers, glancing away from the computer screen to you, then back.

“What game?” You ask, setting the basket down and walk towards them.

“Webkinz,” your seven year old daughter, Livia answers.

“How did you guys find out about this? This game’s so old,” you ask in astonishment, leaning down to see the screen.

“We found a paper with the website, username, and password. Dad said we could do it,” Livia’s twin, Jason answers.

“Wait a minute, this is my account! Colby you can’t take the glasses off of Indigo, she’s half blind,” you push Colby off of the chair gently and sit down, playing the game by yourself.

When Michael came home, it turned out to be a family game night.

On Webkinz.

So I made Webkinz the external link if you suddenly got the desire to play