My Brother Is A Fucking Gremlin
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My Brother Is A Fucking Gremlin
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1. Here We Go Again
2. New Arrivals
3. Roommates
4. Dinner
5. Oh yeah, classes
6. Panic
7. Animal Crossing
8. Long Day
9. Old Habits
10. Homework, but loud
11. Finally, a break
12. Change of Scenery
13. Pretzles
14. Consequences
15. Team Building
16. Coping Skills
17. Elevators
18. Friday Night
19. Family Dinner
20. Work Phone
21. Stuck
22. Conspiracy
23. Just In Time
24. Return
25. Guessing
26. Chess
27. Rushed
28. Break
29. Fight
30. Bandages
31. Buried
32. Stars
33. Bad Decisions
34. Beach Episode
35. Foreboding
36. Game Day
37. Exams
38. Longing
39. Performance
40. 40: Formal
41. Helpless
42. Aftermath
43. Restless
44. Unspoken
45. Wreckage
Tommy hadn't seen Wilbur since lunch, where he had won twenty bucks in a bet. It was a satisfying twenty dollars at that, and Wilbur was less than thrilled to hand it over. He intended for it to go towards his meal the next time he was in town, which might be this weekend if there was nothing better to do.
It took him half an hour of aimless wandering, in which time he ran into Tubbo, who decided to tag along, but eventually they tracked the oldest Watson brother down. He was in a practice room with his guitar and a piano.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Tubbo asked as Tommy reached for the door handle.
"Tubbo are you kidding me? This is a great idea. He loves the company, really."
Tommy swung the door open and Wilbur's head snapped up, instantly looking dismayed at his visitor. "Please leave."
Tubbo let out a loud laugh and Tommy scoffed as he stepped into the practice room. "So this is where you keep disappearing to? Wilbur, I hate to break it to you, but you're becoming predictable. Even Techno knew where you were."
"Probably because I'm not trying to hide it from anyone but you," Wilbur rolled his eyes. "Tomm-- hey! No, hands off." He reached out to swat the little gremlin away, but it was too late. He had already reached the piano and was tapping out that goddamn melody.
"Oh my god," Wilbur groaned, pressing his head into his crooked elbow that rested atop his guitar.
"Look Wilbur! Look, I'm playing the meme song!" Tommy commented, like the little shit he was. Wilbur reevaluated his decision to not murder his brother as an infant.
"I didn't know that you played music, Wilbur," Tubbo chirped, taking a seat on the second of the two plastic chairs.
Wilbur raised his head with a shrug. "Oh, yeah. Have for a long time."
"Wilburrrrr!" Tommy called, much more loudly than he had to. "Wilbur look! I'm playing 'da undertale song!"
"Oh my god," Wilbur stood and abruptly walked out of the practice room, taking his guitar with him. "Nope. Nope. If I stay in there I will commit a homicide."
He heard the practice room door open and began to run, shaking his head as he heard Tommy calling his name again. Thankfully, the practice room was on the third story of the music pavilion, and there was an elevator at the end of the hall. Unfortunately, it was already closing.
Without a single thought in his head, Wilbur sprinted for the closing doors, managing to leap inside just before they closed. He heard his brother yell something about cheating, and then the doors were closed and he could breathe again.
"Woah man, high speed chase going on?" Said a new voice, and Wilbur almost jumped out of his skin. There was someone else in the elevator. Oh my god. Yeah. He could just about die of embarrassment right here. He turned to the other person with an apologetic smile.
The kid laughed. He was significantly shorter than Wilbur, and wore a beanie similar to the one on his own head. "Nice hat."
"Oh, thanks. And to you too," Wilbur rested the bottom of his guitar on his shoe and waited for the elevator to complete its slow descent. It whirred for a few moments, and he could feel it moving down. Then it shuddered and completely stopped.
"Uhhhh," The other kid let out a nervous laugh, leaning across and pressing the button for the first floor. Nothing happened. He tried the button that opened the door and the elevator lurched sharply.
Wilbur grasped the handrail, pressing himself into the wall. "Stop pressing buttons!"
"Okay!" The kid agreed, backing off with his hands up.
They stood in silence for almost a full minute, silently waiting.
"I'm gonna press another button," The boy deadpanned, stepping forward with his hand outstretched.
"Do not press another fucking button!" Wilbur exclaimed. The kid pressed another button. The elevator creaked and shuddered.
"No more fucking buttons!" He agreed, pressing himself into the corner.
There was silence in the elevator. Wilbur took half a step towards the doors. The elevator groaned and shuddered. Wilbur stopped moving. "Oh my god. Oh my god. Do you have your phone?"
"Don't you have yours?" The kid shot back, his voice slightly higher than it was the last time he spoke.
"No, I left it in the practice room with my gremlin little brother!"
"I don't have anyone's numbers on my phone," The kid whisper-yelled harshly, as though any sudden noises might set off the elevator. "I had to get a new one last week."
"What the fuck!" Wilbur whisper yelled right back. "Oh my god. We are going to die in an elevator and it's going to be Tommy's fault."
"Why the fuck don't you have any phone numbers in your phone!"
"Oh my god if I fucking die in here I will never forgive you."
"Feeling's very mutual," Wilbur took a creaking step towards the kid, hand outstretched. "I know my brother's number."
"I thought your brother was a gremlin!"
"He fucking is, I have another one who's slightly better!"
With a slight scowl the kid carefully passed over his phone, both of them being careful to move as little as possible. Wilbur handed him his guitar, which the kid took with only slight hesitation, and then punched in Techno's number to the phone. He pressed it to his ear and closed his eyes, listening to it ring for an agonisingly long time.
Eventually, there was a click and then Techno's voice was coming through. "Yeah?"
"Technoblade. I need your help. I'm trapped in a fucking elevator," Wilbur spoke seriously, watching the elevator doors.
Techno let out a laugh. Wilbur scowled. "Not funny! I need you to come get me you prick!"
"What a nerd!" Techno continued, and it sounded like he had pulled the phone away from his ear to talk to someone else. "Wilbur's stuck in an elevator."
Wilbur could hear more laughter. He was ready to accept his death right then and there, and almost hung up, but then Techno spoke again. "Okay, which elevator?"
"The one in the music pavilion. I think we're somewhere between the second and third floor."
"Alright. I'll be there soon. Don't die, if you can help it."
Wilbur scowled as he hung up and handed the phone back, taking his guitar and slinging it over his back.
"I thought you said your other brother wasn't a gremlin," The guy remarked, shoving his phone in his pocket.
"He's not a gremlin, he's an asshole," Wilbur grumbled, crossing his arms and keeping his eyes locked on the door.
"Oh, well that's so much better," The kid said, sarcasm dripping from his every word.
Wilbur said nothing, drumming his fingers along the strap of his guitar in an impatient melody. There was all of twenty seconds of silence before his unwilling companion spoke again. "Did you say Technobl--?"
"Are you gonna let me finish any one of these questions?"
Wilbur heaved a heavy sigh, turning to look at him. "Yes."
The boy gave him an incredulous look. "Are you sure?"
"Because you look nothing like him."
"I mean I used to. Then he started straightening his hair and dyeing it pink, man, I don't know what to tell you."
"And that loud screaming kid upstairs--"
"Right, Tommy. He's your brother too?"
There was an elongated beat of silence. And then,
"I talk when I'm nervous, man, what do you want from me?."
Wilbur finally looked at him. "You're nervous?"
The kid studied his face, mouth falling open as an evil look appeared on Wilbur's face. "What are you--no! No, not funny!"
Wilbur took a step forward and the elevator shuddered.
"Oh my fucking god stop! I'm gonna kill you!" He let out a shrill laugh, and Wilbur couldn't help but laugh too.
"Your face," He wheezed, shaking his head. Before the boy had a chance to respond, the elevator whirled to life and the two boys jumped as it began its slow descent once more, as though it had never stopped. It came to a halt with a quiet 'ding!' and the doors slid open to reveal a very amused Techno and Dream.
"Took you long enough." Wilbur scowled at them, rushing out of the elevator. The other boy was quick to follow, very pleased to be out of the metal deathtrap. Dream let out a wheeze that sounded suspiciously like a tea kettle.
"I feel like I've just had a life altering experience," The kid laughed, nudging Wilbur with his elbow. "We've seen some shit, man!"
Wilbur let out a reassured laugh, shaking head. "What's your name, by the way? We were a bit busy panicking." "Alex," The boy said with a nod.
"Wilbur," The taller one exchanged.
"Well now that we're all friends," Techno drawled sarcastically. "Shall we get out of here?"
"Shut up Techno," Wilbur rolled his eyes as the four boys headed for the exit to the building. "What was up with the elevator, anyway?"
"Oh, Tommy shut it off from the outside," Dream explained.
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Jackboy Please Don't Force My Hand Lyrics is a popular english song is
officially written by MFoss, Spyda Beats, AMART, Chi Chi & Jackboy and the
vocals of this song were given by Jackboy below, you will get the original
lyrics of this song.
(What's happening Chi Chi?)
(Spyda Beats)
Ayy, boy
Listen, if it ain't safe for me, it ain't safe for nobody out this bitch
That's fact, nigga, fuck you talking 'bout, nigga? Stop playing with me, man
Please big brother, don't force my hand or people gonna die
Please big brother, don't force my hand, that's me putting aside my pride
I flew to Haiti, Woo lady say I'm ready for whatever
Nigga feeling like a gremlin, bitch, I'm feeling just like the devil
I'm moving like a rebel, I won't dickride for no clout
I don't like to fuck with rappers, them niggas like to run they mouth
I'm a G all by myself, I don't gotta be a hundred deep
I could go anywhere I want, I be damned a nigga do something to me
You got me feeling like we could've been superstars
(For real, my nigga, we really could)
Pulling up in foreign cars
(Yeah, for real, for real)
Nah, fuck that shit, nigga, no, we couldn't
The main niggas that be hating on you be the ones you think that wouldn't
Niggas lying to the media talking about me on interviews
I expect that shit from them niggas, they ain't got nothing else to do
Ain't nobody catching me slipping, I'm leaving the studio clutching
pistols
I keep one in the head, the streets done fucked up a nigga mental
I keep one in the head, the streets done fucked up a nigga mind
I stopped fucking with every nigga that done gave me a fucked up vibe
I told DJ close the back door, don't let none of them niggas in
Long as I got you and my brother, promise I don't need no more new
friends
The streets done taught me a lot, no ABC's, just keep FN's
The streets done taught me a lot to the point you can't even trust your
kin
Murder on my mind, I pray I never have to kill my dawg
I be ready to stand my ground, nigga know I'm not worried about the law
Rating:
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Archive Warning :
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Fandom:
OMORI (Video Game)
Relationships:
Omori & Sunny (OMORI) Aubrey & Basil & Hero & Kel & Sunny (OMORI)
Characters:
Omori (OMORI) Sunny (OMORI) Aubrey (OMORI) Basil (OMORI) Hero (OMORI) Kel (OMORI)
Additional Tags:
Chatting & Messaging Chatlogs Crack Crack Treated Seriously Post-good ending trauma gremlin manifests irl. more at seven Other Additional Tags to Be Added probably I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping omori is a menace (affectionate) Attempt at Humor Mild Language sunny is a cryptid aubrey swears (a lot) kel just lives with sunny now apparently blame my discord friends for ch 4 /j
Language:
English
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Published: 2022-01-14 Updated: 2022-04-30 Words: 2270 Chapters: 4/? Comments: 54 Kudos: 364 Bookmarks: 32 Hits: 3759
Chapter 1 : hey google how to deal with trauma gremlin manifesting in real life
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1. hey google how to deal with trauma gremlin manif...
2. you and the homie beating up your little brother...
3. out of all the fucking emojis you chose the mone...
4. @basil do you write "x reader"
sunny: ur gaslighting a minor :/ sunny: messed up Aubrey: I AM ALSO A FUCKING MINOR!!!!! sunny: thats what you say Aubrey: WHAT THE FUCK?????
in which one has to ask if the manifestation of your anxiety and depression counts as a brother
(See the end of the work for notes .)
sunny: All of you are eggs. (Derogatory.)
sunny: sorry brother stole my phone
basil: You have a brother??? When did you get a brother??????
sunny: it appears i have made a mistake
basil: Wait but who stole your phone
Aubrey: did i seriously wake up to sunny gaslighting basil at 4 am
Aubrey: I AM ALSO A FUCKING MINOR!!!!!
basil: ..So does Sunny have a brother or not?
Aubrey: IF YOU DONT HAVE A BROTHER THEN WHO SENT THAT FUCKING MESSAGE
sunny: it appears i have made another mistake.
Kel: YOOOOOOOOoOOOOOO CONGRATS ON BEING A BIG BRO
sunny: i do not have a brother i do not have a brother
sunny: lives in head rent free (unfortunately) cannot take picture
Aubrey: what the fuck does that mean
Aubrey: does ANYBODY know what that means
Aubrey: Oh shit did he just fuckinf die
sunny: No, I need help with something.
Aubrey: basil this feels kind of suspicious
sunny: Yeah, I Just Need Help with DN.
Kel: BASIL NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Kel: bro yoy need to stop dojg this?!!!!! im concerned
[Image ID: A small, paper white boy who looks similar to Sunny is splayed out on the floor. He has a knife in his hands.]
Kel: YOOOOOOOooOooO CONRGATS MY BROSKI
basil: ,,,whyy does he have a knife?
sunny: hey google how to deal with trauma gremlin manifesting in real life
Aubrey: sunny you are An Hour away.
Aubrey: why do you like knives so much what the fuck
Aubrey: kel if you actually bring a knife i will kill you
Aubrey: sunny with two knives is a danger to society as a whole
Kel: a bit toonlate for that i have the knfves in hand
Kel: well not in hand theyr ein my backpack but YES I HAVE THE KNIVES
Fuck ugly short women for ruining genetics
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Why the fuck do chads go for ugly short subhuman women? my father is a gigachad and he went for this ugly inbred looking bitch who is 5 ' 1 only. Now i am only 5 ' 10 and my father is 6 ' 3. I am ugly as fuck i look like that mutant from the 300 movie and jason voorhees mixed together.
Imagine going for a subhuman bitch even when you are a chad, what a dumb fucking cuck thing to do. Now i get it if you are incel and still somehow get to slay you dont have a choice then to settle with a ugly bitch, but "femcels" dont wanna go for ugly men. Fucking whores
Dont get me wrong I hate all women, but the ones who are ugly and short i have the most hatred for ruining m
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