unknown number; technoblade [EDITING]

one.

415-645-3091

on jah you need to stop breaking your phones

i have 20 contacts with your name on them

ive never broken a phone in my life

and idk anyone with a new york number sooo

wait,,,,,,,, huh?

your a jackass danny :'(

so mean to ur sister

my names not danny

and i dont have a sister that can text?

!irl!

"daniel lee walker!" i groan, "did you send me the wrong number?" the sound of his scream laughter let me know that he did. "wait, is this a fucking california area code? google never lies!"

he laughs harder, pushing past her curtain lights as he enters her room. she squints at him, "i just said on jah to some random person from california! and called him danny!"

!imessage!

415-645-3091

i am so sorry ;_; my brother is a dick and gave me the wrong number

well it was j the wrong area code

u go about ur day now and we can act like this never happened

bruh

you didnt just bruh me BAHAHAHAHAHA

ur cool cali man

and you're too trusting

tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me something i dont know

bye

bye bye cali man

!irl!

sibyl rubs her temples, "i've made a fool of myself. luckily for me, i will never speak to them again."

dan laughs, sitting on his sisters bed. "that was funny, why didn't you look at the area code?"

"because i trusted you!" she sighs, "he fucking bruh'd me, dude. then said i'm too trusting."

"damn, got your ass lit up by a random californian." he laughs harder, "i got you good." the girl mocks her younger brother, flipping him off.

"i'll remember that when you want a ride to mcdonalds, you little asshole." she says, an empty threat. "drive, perhaps?"

"i'm fifteen, i can't drive!"

"grow up, perhaps?" he playfully punches her arm.