Breddy one shot

Chapter 4: Mischievous

Another sunset, another day of recording. The video they just finished filming should be the last one for today, well, at least it was planned to be the last if it wasn't for Eddy who accidentally deleted the ling ling 40 hours recording they shoot yesterday. They had been recording for the past 5 hours, non-stop, not even a toilet break. Both brains were running out of fuel to keep them functioning properly.

"One more, and we're done." Eddy said with his fake energetic voice, trying to cheer up deadpan Brett sitting next to him. He knew he was the source of problems and even though there were plenty of excuses, Eddy chose to take this blame personally. "I owe you bubble tea for this." Eddy tried to motivate Brett with his favourite drink of all time and to his surprise, it actually worked.

"Pinky promise." Brett's eyes lit up as he stick out his pinky while still being a little bit skeptical towards his words. He was really craving for bubble tea and Eddy's suggestion was definitely appealing. Eddy immediately locked their pinkies together as the promise was made. And so, the recording began.

"I accidentally deleted our last recorded file so we're re-recording this today." Eddy addressed to the camera, hoping people would understand their lack of emotions in this video, from both stressing out and re-reacting to memes. Nonetheless, they continued with filming and not even 10 minutes in, Brett already messed up.

"Wiggly is... just... wiggly air" Brett stuttered as he read out the meme and as soon as he finished the sentence, he realised the mistake he made.

"Woah bro," Eddy huffed, "are you dyslexic?" Eddy continued laughing as he leaned back on the chair. He couldn't stop replaying what Brett just said in his head.

"Wiggly is just music air." Brett tried to play it off and cover his embarrassment. At this point, Brett was exhausted and the only thing to keep him going was Eddy's treat.

They soon moved on to reviewing other memes on reddit and a thought came across Brett's drained mind.

"My name is Poppy Wonga," He said as he started to make popping sounds with his lip and smacked his face with his hand at the same time. He did it twice before Eddy looking at him, confused.

"How did you do that?" Eddy was completely baffled by Brett's trick. He slapped himself a few times, progressively harder each time, trying to mimic what Brett did. Brett looked at the purely puzzled Eddy, repeatedly hitting his face with all his might, he smirked mischievously, planning the ultimate plot of revenge for him being called dyslexic earlier.

"You do it like this," He proceeded to *demonstrate* his stunt to Eddy. He puffed out his cheek and lifted his hand close to it. "And you hit it, it'll pop."

Eddy listened closely as Brett explained. He seemed suspicious at first since he was still feeling lost on what to do but he decided to give it a try anyway. He looked at Brett, pouted his cheeks and smacked his face. He made a sound, sure, but it was nothing like what Brett made, more like a fart. He tried again, slapping himself harder this time while still looking at Brett for guidance.

"Is that right?" He doubted as he said and Brett could no longer hold back his giggles. Eddy turned to the camera, trying to figure out what was wrong through the camera screen.

"I'm just joking." Brett replied while Eddy was so concentrated on figuring out the technique that the world around him seemed to disappear. He didn't hear Brett's words and not a minute later he turned back and asked Brett to do it again without his hand.

Brett realised Eddy didn't hear his confession so he decided to carry on with it.

"It doesn't work, you need your hand."