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Would You Rather? [ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ] [1/4]

"Okay now I'm really getting scared"

Jeremy looks over his shoulders again, and- yup, his all alone.

"whenever Micheal and I do a game like this, he always has some crazy entrance" he explains, shuffling in his seat. "But I've been here for almost an hour and I haven't seen Micheal yet I think I'm gonna shit myself"

Jeremy peers around the basement one last time. He swallows nervously.
"Do I start the game? Should I start? Imma start"

He goes to pull out his phone when he's plunged into total darkness.

"Holy shit"

He turns on his phone, the white light illuminating his face in a creepy fashion.
His breathing starts to quicken, his heart beats a tattoo into his chest.

"Holy shit"

There's a loud creak behind him. He whips his head over his shoulder with a whimper. Jeremy swallows (ha he seems to do that a lot). His breathing speeds up. His heart beats a tattoo into his chest.

"Ho-ly shit"

There's another creak to Jeremys right. He squeaks, snapping his head to the right. He whimpers, clutching his phone in his sweaty, shaking hands.

"Holy shit- M-Micheal stop it please this isn't funny okay"

There seems to be three creaks at once, all from different corners of the room. Jeremy jumps, his phone slipping through his hands. It clatters onto the floor.

"No no no no no no no no no no no nO NO NO NO!" Jeremy is frozen in shock, in a full scale panic.

"Jeremy?"

The lights flick on. Michael pops down the stairs, laughing at his shaking boyfriend.

"Dude are you okay?'

Jeremys head snaps up to him, slowly starting to calm down.

"I was . . . . . . . . waiting on you to start the game, a-and it got dark and I thought you were playing a prank on me you DICK!"

Micheal chuckles at him, sitting next to Jeremy [Jeremy autocorrected to Jweeny for some reason?]  and kissing his cheek.
"Aw you poor thing"

Jeremy shakes his head stubbornly, still in a panic.
"But I heard someone moving! The floor creaked! Over and over and over!"

Conveniently, there's a little meow behind him. Jeremy looks to Micheal with wide eyes. Micheal just smiles back at him.
"No way"

"Yes way"

"No way. No way I got the shit scared out of me by Slushtush" Jeremy refuses.

"I think you did though"
Micheal reaches over the couch and picks up his black, fluffy kitten. Slushtush purrs in his hands, mewing another 'hello' to Jeremy.

Micheal laughs at his mortified boyfriend, before finally noticing the readers.
"Ah readers! Hello! Sorry for that long winded intro, Slushtush here liked being a little shit don't you? Anyways, who's ready to hear some Would You Rathers?"

Jeremy yawns, tired for some reason.

"Okay so this is a question for both of us: would you rather eat a whole stick of butter or eat a whole jar of mayonnaise?"

"Question" Jeremy adjusts on the couch so his legs are crossed. "If I chose butter, can I put the butter on somethjnf? Like can the stick of butter be on toast or an English muffin or something?"

Micheal looks disgusted at even the mention of an English muffin.
"I'm gonna say no. You're eating the butter or mayo raw. NO fucking English muffins"

Jeremy ponders for a second.

"Butter. It has to be butter. What about you Micheal what's your choice?"

"Easy. Mayonnaise. No problem"

"I can't believe it's not butter" Jeremy says quietly.

"But think about it. Mayonnaise is delicious, and if you eat it in public you can really freak people out"

"You are so gross" Jeremy shudders. "Thank you reader for that gross gross question"

"Actually, that reader has another question" Michael reads.

"Good God" Jeremy whispers, bracing himself for another revolting question.

"would you rather be a cat or a dog"

Jeremy and Micheal look at each other.

"Dog. No problem" they say in unison.

"Sorry SlushieTushie" Micheal pats the little cats head. "Ooo the next one is a question for me!"

He sits up, reading out his question as dramatically as possible.
"Micheal, would you rather kiss Jake, Rich or Jenna?"

He chuckles.
"Holy fuck is Jeremy gonna hate whomever I pick- uh, not Jenna because I am a very big gay. Between Jake and Rich . . . I always thought that Jake would be a good kisser. Oh come on Jeremy don't look at me like that. Jake may be a good kisser but you're a great kisser"

Jeremy grumbles next to him.

"Calm down babe there's a question for you too. Jere, would you rather have 2 kids or 6"

"Six"
Jeremy doesn't skip a beat.
"Erika Henningson said it best 'more is always better'. Also kids are very very cute"

Micheal looks so concerned by Jeremys answer, raising an eyebrow.
"You must think I have some powerful sperm if you want six kids. Now, moving along now, i think this question is for both of us it doesn't specify. Would you rather be deaf or blind for the rest of your life?"

Jeremy answers first.
"I think deaf. I know I would give up hearing music and people's voices but I would still able to watch TV with subtitles and read and see my boyfriends beautiful face and stuff"

Micheal opens his mouth, and closes it again.
"Well, if ur blind, you get cool glasses and a cane"

Jeremy throws up his hands.
"I can't fight the cane"

"You cane, you saw, you conquered"

"I cane as soon as I heard. Angelicaaa- all the way from London? Damn!"

"You cane back? I cane home"

"We should get back to the thing"

"Oh right the thing"

Micheal opens his phone again, and reads, "would you rather kill someone or get killed"

Without missing a beat, they both beatbox, "Boom boom tsch boom what-cha gonna do? Boom boom tsch boom what-cha gonna do?"

Jeremy stretches his arms about his head.
"Okay so we just exceeded the 1000 word count, so maybe this should be our last question, Mike"

Micheal snaps his fingers into a finger gun.
"Sounds good, morning wood"

"Dude what the fuck"

"OKAY so the last question is Micheal would you rather become a girl or have Jeremy become a girl. Same question for Jeremy but with Micheal"

"Well that's easy" Jeremy says, leaning back like the cool dude we all know he is. "I'd rather Micheal become a girl. I'm bisexual so I'm attracted to girls, while big gay over here isn't. If I turn into a girl then he won't like me anymore because of my lack of penis"

Micheal nods slowly in agreement. His boyfy has a point; he truly does love Jeremy's penis. He snaps his fingers again.
"Okay that logic is good, it makes a lot of sense. My only question though, is if we change genders will we get dysphoria because we're not the gender we're supposed to be? Or am I thinking too much into this because my boyfriend says he'd like me too have boobs?"

Jeremy chuckles at his boyfriend who is either having a big brain time or another existential crisis.
"Okay gays we're leaving the chapter off here. I'm gonna give Micheal a hot bath and a rubber duck- the one that looks like Bob Marley. Until then, comment more would you rather questions, and stay safe!"