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Jacob walked to the bathroom, his eyes still closed since he just woke up about... an hour ago...
"Damn my hair is kinda long." He muttered.
"Better go to Mr. Bubble's shop.." he muttered (again)
He grabbed his toothbrush and brushed his teeth, staring at himself in the mirror before walking to the shower.
He looked at the clothes he had, taking some out to decide. After a couple of minutes he finally put something on.
"I look nice!" He thought
As he walked downstairs and to the door, he heard voices from the livingroom.
"Jacob?" Jean asked "where are you going?"
"Oh. Im just going to get a haircut." Jacob dismissed
"without breakfast...?" Jean said in a somewhat dissapointed tone.
"Damn? So formally too...? Are you going to go on a date with Mr. Bubbles or something?" Arnaud teased.
Jacob looked back with a furrowed brow.
"SHUT UP!! GO DIE, I HOPE YOU DIE FROM A CAR ACCIDENT" Jacob yelled calmly, before leaving. As you could tell, he dislikes Arnaud a bit.
~~~ uh timeskip maybe ~~~
Mr. Bubbles cleaned passed the cloth along the double barrel pistol, making sure its shiny and clean, without any dust.
He almost jumped when he heard the bells to his door jingle, he looked back and say Jacob.
"Ah, why hello Jacob! What do you need today?" He asked.
"Uh... i need a haircut?"
"Got it, follow me." Mr. Bubbles moved to the mirror.
Jacob plopped himself down on the seat, staring at the mirror with his stupid dumb expression that goes like '_'
"The usual or will are you try something new?" Bubbles asked.
"Uh.. just the buzzcut." Jacob said.
Jacob's mind was on autopilot, staring in nothing. There truly are no thoughts behind those two eyes of him, maybe theres a void where his brain should be?
"Oh shit-" Bubbles cursed.
Jacob came back, immediately (I SAID IT RIGHT) blurting out "What happened??"
"Mr. Bubbles, what the fuck happened. Why did you say shit like that? Your scaring me."
"Why does my head feel colder? Bubbles did you make me look like a delapidated mole rat?"
"Uhm... well.." bubbles explained.
" YOU CLOSED MY HAIR FOLLICLES...????" Jacob screamed
"W-Well atleast you dont have to pay for a haircut... right??" Bubbles tried to reason.
"Let me get this straight, you CLOSED my hair follicles. How, HOW DO YOU DO THAT"
"uh i dont know im not a biologist..?"
"Holy shit. You know what? Im giving you ONE cent." Jacob reasoned. "How about THAT"
Jacob stormed off.
"Damn..." Crawford commented
"Shut the fuck up."
Blücher opened the door, sighing. "No, i wont join your cult, no i wont read the paper, yes i will burn it in the fireplace-"
"What?" Jacob questioned
"J-Jacob...????" Blücher asked in disbelief.
"Where is your hair??" Blücher asked.
"Eh, not important right now, also what was that all about..?"
"Sorry, its just that... you have a white buttoned shirt with black trousers and black boots, you look like you'll invite me to a cult and sell me a book thats just the bible but edited to target the lgbtq. JUST those five." He explained
"Oh. Well is Klaus at home?"
"Yes, he's in his room!"
"Cool, thanks."
As Jacob walked up the stairs, he couldnt help but... like the smell of the house? It smelled nice.
Jacob opened the door, staring at the prussian-blue lighted room, specifically at Klaus... on his... gaming chair.. playing victoria 3.
"Wha... Jacob what the fuck." Klaus looked back at the yellow light.
"Hey klaus. You have anything to regrow hair?" Jacob simply asked.
"First of all, what? Second of all.. how?" Klaus asked.
"Too much to explain."
"Okay well whatever, im busy." Klaus dismissed.
"Shut the fuck up and help me, your just playing victoria 3 while listening to that ai vocaloid song, SHUT UP." Jacob snapped."
"Okay??? Whatever. Theres a wig in my closet."
"That wig wasnt the only thing in the closet." Jacob murmured.
He opened the closet door, immidiately finding it. "Got it."
"This shit looks fake."
"Well?? Atleast its black??? Kinda like your hair color?"
"Whatever." Jacob dismissed, he put the wig on. "Well?" Jacob asked.
"Ehhh, good enough?"
Jacob walked, sighing in relief.
"Man, i hope i dont see that dumb ass british man."
"Oi, cunt!" Barry yelled in the distance, sprinting at Jacob.
"Fuck." Jacob cursed.
"JACOB-" Barry tried to catch his breath. "Found you!!"
"What the fuck do you want." Jacob groaned
"Oi... your hair looks... weird?"
Jacob's heart raced. "Fuck.." he thought.
"I.. uh? Dont know what your talking about..?"
"Yeah... well..- uh? You hear that?" Barry asked.
Jacob looked over, seeing a.. runner? "What the-"
The runner pounced at Jacob, biting the wig and running away. The two men stood there in shock, Jacob took a deep breath.
Barry quickly took his phone out, taking a picture of Jacob before running. "LMAOOO SEE YA, IDIOT" Barry yelled in the distance
"Im going to KILL MYSELF!!" Jacob yelled, falling to his knees.
Jacob walked in, with a defeated look on his face. "Dad... i have to tell you something.."
"You're gay??" Jean asked in the livingroom.
"No?? Im bald??"
"What?" Jean walked to where jacob was, gasping dramatically. "W-what..?"
"Dad... do you still love me..?" Jacob asked in a dumb voice.
"Son..." jean kneeled down. "I will accept you no matter what. Even if your b*ld." Jean reassured.
"Also you smell bad, take a bath."
"Damn."