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Henry, Billy and Kit... The trio to end all trios. especially ones consisting of 99% RGB colours 1% poorly drawn faces. They'd been through fire and water together, and together had created their YouTube channel — "BLOX". Years were spent carefully crafting a library of challenges and wacky adventures. Their subscriber count grew a lot over time, but even more did their relationships with each other. With all its history and sentimental value, the channel was truly their greatest achievement. (that and the fact they had no other achievements, like they never even got real jobs) (no, Minecraft achievements don't count)
Billy was sitting in front of his computer, staring intensely at the screen which displayed BLOX's main page. This should be nothing unusual — after all, nothing feeds an ego like sinking in the visual representation of your life project that's beloved by more than 206.000 people. However, Billy felt all but pride: hugging his knees, trembling slightly, his wide eyes had long been fixated on the channel's profile picture: a white box drawn on a black background, "BLOX" written in a bubbly font a bit lower. His brain was crying out " CLOSE IT! BURN IT! KILL IT WITH FIRE! " but he could not dare to look away, having been gripped — probably by the neck, which would explain his troubled breathing — by the little picture:
Its colours,
Its contrast,
The black and white,
The stripes,
The black and white stripes.
Black and white stripes.
Black and white stripes.
Black and white stripes.
' AAAAAARGGGHHH!!!
Quick footsteps echoed across Billy's place of living, a.k.a. his mom's basement. Just a second later, Henwy and Kit barged in to find Billy on the floor, together with his chair, panting, tiny eyes shiny with tears. They ran up to him.
' Billy?! ' Henwy called out, worried, grabbing onto the sobbing man's forearm. Having recieved no reaction, he moved down to gently squeeze his palm.
Kit mirrored with the other palm. ' We're here, luv (he was British), it's okay...! '
They picked him off the floor and sat him on the bed. Having Billy's head seeped into his chest, Kit hugged him with one hand, using the other to gently pat his mushroomy head. While water was dropping onto Kit's shirt, Henwy went to the kitchen to get a whole glass of it for Billy.
A few minutes and sips later, he spoke:
' Our... Profile picture... '
Henwy looked up at the monitor. ' What's wrong with it? '
' It's... It's... '
Kit felt the tug on his shirt get stronger and stronger.
' Come on, tell us- '
' LIKE THE STRAIGHT FLA-A-AG!!! ' He yelled and bursted back into uncontrollable tears. The guys surrounded him in hugs and warmth from both sides.
' What? '
' STRAIGHT PEOPLE ARE SO SCA-ARY-Y-Y!!! '
'Henwy, luv (he was British and gay), what's he talking about? '
' I mean, it is black and white, so I guess I could see it. '
' No- Straight people have a pride flag?! ' The greenette nodded. ' Why?? ' The other shrugged.
Billy's muffled whimps were the only sound in the room as his boyfriends kept cuddling him, before Henwy leaned to his ear and said softy:
' We'll change it, okay? There's no need to worry. '
Billy paused. He looked up at him. ' Bu- But... We've had it- for so- so long... If we change it... People will... We'll get... H-hate... '
' Who cares?! If it makes our little apple buiscit feel bad, it can go flum itself. '
' Besides, ' added Kit, ' "straight" isn't a good representation of our brand. '
' Oh yeah, there's nothing straight about us. '
He leaned in closer to Henwy. ' We're so gay... ' he muttered breathily.
He mirrored both the tone and the move. ' I'm so gay... For you... '
At the same exact time, they went in to steal a kiss from each other. Meanwhile Billy stopped crying completely.
' Thanks, guys... ' He smiled. Then cringed. ' But, "Little apple biscuit"?... ...Mate. '
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' Alright, boyz! ' Kit announced, standing next to something hidden behind a white duvet.
' Are you ready? ' He asked cheerfully.
' Yes!!! ' Exclaimed Henwy.
' ...Is that our monitor under there? ' Asked Billy. ' You do know that's a fire hazard?... '
The masked guy rolled his eyes. He then pulled off the duvet to reveal the main page of BLOX with its brand new addition — a fresh logo, consisting of a white smile, two white eyes and thick blue eyebrows, all tied together with a black background. The other two gasped, stars drawing in their eyes.
' It's... It's beautiful!... ' Henwy was in awe.
' Amazing! You're the best boyfriend ever! ' Billy gleed.
' Well you two are best, so that's where you're wrong mate. ' He said in his usual joking manner. ' I drew a smiley face so that you look at it and smile too. '
' Aww, that's lovely! And why'd you go with blue? '
' Well. It used to look like a- ' He caught himself before slipping. ' ...A certain flag. What does it look like now? '
The two squinted closer to the monitor.
' Uhh... Estonia...? '
' Yes! ' Kit screamed and pulled three plane tickets from behind his back. ' Surprise! I'm taking us on vacation! '
Everyone started yelling incoherently, cheering, celebrating with hugs and kisses! They were too joyful to remember they share a bank account.
Later all three went on a romantic getaway to Estonia. They ate lots of black bread and made sure to vacuum the crumbs off each other's lips each time. Not once have they looked at their latest comments, most of which were people complaining and saying the old pfp looked better. It was a very nice trip, and they held hands throughout the entire flight home. The end.