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Tommy, prior to recording the video, was convinced in his ability to not laugh at his friends’ stupid bits. Sure, he might laugh all the time normally, but that was because he was acting exaggeratedly for his streaming persona. His friends’ were not that funny. Surely not.
About twenty seconds into the video, Tommy was regretting every decision he had ever made that led up to that moment. Why did he think he could not laugh when his friends were chasing him around with the goal of making him laugh?
Quickly, the teen shook his head roughly, attempting to block out the sound of his friends’ voices. He could last longer than three minutes, that’s for sure. He wasn’t that pathetic.
Right?
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Wilbur didn’t want to sound condescending, but of course he was the first one to make Tommy laugh. It was only natural, since he was his older brother, the person who knew the most about him. (It also didn’t hurt that Tommy, the sweet, innocent child that he was, thought Wilbur was the coolest person ever and would hang on to every word the older said with stars in his eyes.)
When the other two decided to go scheme in another voice call, Wilbur simply began with his plan. It wasn’t anything complicated, just a simple boobs, dick, and balls joke that he knew would make the teen start to giggle. Although it took a little longer than expected, Tommy eventually broke. And at the perfect time as well, since Charlie and Ranboo had just come back to try making Tommy laugh with a plan about twerking zombies.
He couldn’t help himself from teasing both Charlie and Ranboo, subtly implying he was the only one who could make Tommy laugh and basking in the flustered noises coming from Tommy and the annoyed grumbles from the older two.
Shaking his hair out of his eyes, Wilbur smirked. It was only natural he would be the best at this. Why were they surprised?
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wilbee : suck it slime boy
charbee : you absolute mother fucker it was RIGGED
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As they were returning to the main vc with a brilliant plan, Charlie let the smile fall from his face at the sound of Tommy’s laughter. He couldn’t stop himself from blurting out, “Are you guys fucking serious?”
Wilbur only laughed louder in response, a certain glee in his voice that pricked at Charlie’s pride. Tommy tried to stifle his own laughter, making a pitiful attempt at hiding it.
At least Ranboo seemed to agree with him, the younger boy also voicing his displeasure. “Are the only times he’s gonna break the times we’re not using the morph mod,” his voice sounded disgruntled. “Are you kidding me?”
Tommy, desperately attempting to save face, started making excuses, “no no no, the morphs are good-”
But Wilbur, that smug bastard, could not hold back from cutting him off, blatant pride in his voice when he said, “I just know Tommyinnit too well.”
Charlie didn’t like the implications of that, not when he was rather proud of his own abilities to make the teen laugh. Sure, Wilbur may have the title of “older brother,” but he wasn’t known as the Funny person in this discord call.
ranboo whispers to you: i’m not gonna stand for this
ranboo whispers to you: tell me you have a plan
you whisper to ranboo: don’t worry dude
you whisper to ranboo: join vc
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Wilbur, when they were alone again, couldn’t resist teasing the younger boy some more. “You are so easy to just-”
Tomy immediately began protesting, “I’m not, I’m mature and I’m good and I am just the biggest man of them all.”
The teen decided to embellish his protests with dramatic punches to the air, emphasizing his point as though that would make it true. When Wilbur refused to rise to the bait and simply cooed at him, Tommy started to get flustered.
Wilbur didn’t mind when Tommy started rambling over him loudly, cutting him off mid sentence. Instead, he thought it was endearing how desperately Tommy was trying to avoid looking in his direction, even having to point diamonds out to the younger boy, who had just run right past them.
The only words the younger spoke were weak protests, which made Wilbur coo even more. He couldn’t see Tommy’s face cam because his browser was obstructing the tab, but he knew the teen was bright red and that made it all the better.
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While Ranboo was distracting Tommy to prevent the younger boy from going to the end, Wilbur and Charlie were laughing about how endearing Tommy’s sense of humour was.
“I literally,” Charlie was gasping for laughter, “spent so much time thinking of actual, genuine bits, and you got him to laugh with a cock and balls joke!”
Wilbur cackled, pounding his desk. “It’s Tommy, what can I say? I know his sense of humour too well for this.”
“He was doomed from the start,” Charlie agreed, still wheezing, “but he’s honestly made it further than I expected. I thought he would have broken a lot earlier on, especially when you started in on him with the signs for the second time.”
Although Charlie still harbored some lighthearted resentment towards Wilbur’s success in this video, the sound of Tommy’s laughter had worn him down and made his attitude a lot more cheerful. Now, he was committed to the bit and was determined to make the younger boy laugh with the Dream speedrun music plan.
“He’s adaptable,” Wilbur replied, shaking his head with an adoring smile on his face, “but he’s still the same old Tommy. He can only not laugh at the same joke for so long, he’s at the end of his ropes by now.”
“We’ll get him this time,” Charlie said, sharing a conspiratory smile with Wilbur, his chest warm from spending time with his friends.
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He didn’t hear the phone notifications, not noticing the messages as he was lulled to sleep by his older brother’s voice.
slimeman : hey hey tommy
slimeman : so i know you didn’t laugh at most of my jokes today
slimeman : (or any of them to be honest)
slimeman : but you think i’m funny right?
slimeman : like i’m funny
slimeman : right??
boob ran : bro
boob ran : on one hand i am crushed my fantastic sense of humour didn’t get you
boob ran : but i will forgive you bc of the following
boob ran : we were competing against wilbur, so we were doomed from the start
boob ran : you were clearly only laughing at middle school humour, so we were aiming for the wrong weight class
boob ran : and also you laugh at my jokes all the time so i’ll forgive you for this one mishap
boob ran : but in order for me to forgive you
boob ran : you must laugh at all of my jokes for the next two streams
boob ran : fix my reputation as a funny motherfucker
And, of course, the most important one of all.
wilby : i love you bubs, sleep well <3