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wilbur soot is a fucking loud as shit neighbour (reader-insert)

(I will be using they/them pronouns for this!! specifically as you can be a he, they, or she type of thing, not just people who go by they/them :D)

You opened the door to the office, casually strolling in. Your house with your family in it was a bit hectic at the moment, so you decided to take your online final exams on Zoom in your office space.

Making your way to your designated room, one of the cleaners greets you, having talked to you before- you were one of the only friendly, not business-man type of people here.

"Hey, (Y/N)! What's up?"

"Oh, hello, May! I've just come here to do my final exams, I'm this close to graduating university!" You squealed in excitement, jumping up and down.

May laughs in return, but shakes her head, "If you've come here for peace and quiet, you've just made yourself a death wish. Mr. Soot is up to whatever he does in here again!"

You groaned, and replied, "When is he getting evicted again?"

To that May just chuckles and says, "Honestly, I can't believe he's still here!"

You've met Mr. Soot before, and he's a nice guy. It's just... whenever he's in the office, he's a bit loud. As in, he screams and yells, and you always hear a reoccurring theme of nicknames and the word child.

Simply whining in defeat, you head to your room, which is not-so-luckily next to Mr. Soot's, and pray that you get at least a blink of your exams done. Studying law was no easy task, and screaming would make it harder.

Time passes a bit, and you get on the Zoom meeting with your professor. There are some other kids, and you start your exam. But every ten seconds or so, you hear a loud ass scream from the room next to yours. You send a quick chat to your professor, asking to go tell your neighbor to shut up after having enough of his shouts.

In response, your professor asks for proof, so you unmute, wait approximately four seconds, which then the entire class hears a blood-curdling shriek from the other room. Deadpanning, you unmute and get up to go tell Mr. Soot to shut up.

You know all the laws about respecting strangers' work places, but you've had enough of this shit. You were getting that god damn degree, even if it means strangling a man half to death. A cute man, you may add. Despite being a nuisance, you can't help but admit he is attractive.

Stalking off in boiling anger to his room, you bust open the door, no regard for what he's doing.

"Wh-What the fuck?!" He turns around and looks at you horrified, to which you respond, "MR. FUCKING SOOT, I AM TRYING TO GET A DEGREE IN LAW. SHUT THE FUCK UP, BLOODY HELL!"

His face burns bright red in embarrassment as laughter erupts from his computer.

"Shut up, child!" He yells into the mic he has. You look at his monitor, and see a white and purple decorated website. Hold on, white and purple? Isn't that Twitch colors? You scan the monitor for more, and see that he is indeed on Twitch, and is indeed live.

Live.

With 84,000 viewers.

Noticing your realization, Wilbur laughs loudly and wipes a tear from his face, "Oh- My- Hey, Tommy, what do you say about this one? They're quite strange!"

A boy, who you presume is Tommy, responds, "Yeah, imagine graduating university and having a degree in something. Couldn't be me!"

To which you say, in anger, "Yup, mhm. Too bad I'm becoming a lawyer. I'm suing your asses."

The boy on the end of the call sputters, then laughs obnoxiously. He says, "Wilbur, I reckon, does this person have Minecraft?"

Wilbur, A.K.A. Mr. Soot, looks to you in inquiry. You shake your head.