oofies, my feelings | duncan. tdi

prologue

---✨ first person p.o.v

i snapped out of my trance of staring blankly at the ceiling. quickly remembering that i just woke up, i satanically do my morning stretch. after that satisfying stretch, i got up from my bed a.k.a. my number 1 hotspot to procrastinate, and went to my bathroom which is literally on the other side of my room.

then i started to do my normal shit, y'know brush my teeth, take a piss, the usual bathroom morning stuff. i got out of the bathroom and looked around my room, and opened my closet only to see that i haven't done my laundry.

"god fucking dammit, why does my mom insists on me being 'independent' and shit", i muttered to myself, putting imaginary quotations on the word 'independent'. ignoring my irritation i just randomly picked up an oversized t-shirt and some pants.

now you might be thinkin', "y/n, aren't you being careless", i mean fuck yeah-- honestly i don't really care about what i wear, that, and the fact that there's literally no clean clothes in my room right now.

"im still fuckin' pissed my mom wants me to do my own shit, it's kind of a bruh moment not gonna lie", i again muttered to myself, visibly irritated.

though my irritation was cut off by a muffled sound, "y/n!! come downstairs, you lazy shit!!", i heard my mom yell.

"one sec, ya old hag!!! y'all don't want me rollin' up half nakey", after i shouted back at her, i began to put on the questionable articles of clothing i picked out. then, i went outside my room to the hallway.

and of course, me, having an attention span of a squirrel, began to dart my gaze to anything remarkably interesting in that hallway. let's say, old cringey pictures of myself during elementary and middle school graduation, the little knick-knacks i keep in a shelf EXCLUSIVELY FOR MOI, because im special like that honey. not to mention the wallpaper, WOOOOH HOW THE WALLPAPER IS INTERESING TO LOOK AT!!

doing all the distracting while making my way downstairs, there i went pass the well decorated living room and went to where my mom was at, which is at the dining table.

"suh, ma?", i said like the cool/badass/definitely epic gaymer i am. haha yeahh... definitely not cringey...

then, i realized my mom was on her phone when i said that. haha, now i wanna jump off a cliff. so i was standing there awkwardly and pathetically waiting for my mom to finish her conversation with the mystery man on the other line.

i guess time passes by slower when you're anxious and socially awkward because what felt like hours turns out to be 2 minutes, and then AFTER WAITING FOR SO LONG, my mom finally said something to me!!

"your uncle, chris, that nutjob of a person, yeahh he's hosting a another one of his rEaLiTy tV shows, he called me to see if you're interested in joining?", mom said to me nonchalantly, with air quotes on 'reality tv'.

"ok?? uhm-- is he gonna call me to convince me to come or he's gonna lure me with money or..??", i said back, confused about what the fuck is happening at the moment. at the same time, taking a seat next to mom.

"actually, he's on the line right now. here, go talk to him", my mom said as she gave me her phone.

"yo, what's poppin', big c?! YA GOOD?!", i said progressively getting louder and louder nearing the end of my sentence.

"haha hey, y/n!! i was wondering if you would want a shot at winning a 100,000 dollars on national television!!", chris said to me through the phone.

"y'know what, chris?", i replied to him.

"what?"

"i do be cravin' some media attention right about now, so SIGN ME THE FUCK UP!!"

"haha that's the spirit, i think you'll do just great to increase the ratings!! i'll be waiting for you at the 5🌟 resort that we've provide!! i'll send you all the deets through your email, so you better check your shit!!", chris informed me.

"ight chief, see ya!! (h-here's your phone mom)"

after i awkwardly gave back the phone to the rightful owner, i slide through the halls and see that my mom continued to talk to chris, probably about the legal signing papers stuff i have to do when i get there, i don't know im not big on politics.

so, i went up the stairs to go check my emails or some shit. i'm looking forward to this actually, maybe i could find decent people to hang with, i dunno.

i looked at my gaming set up and sat on my pewdiepie gaming chair, that chris bought me a few months back. after i was comfortably seated, i booted up my pc and opened my emails to check "the deets" as chris stated before.

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wawanakwa island ⬜inbox⬜

chrismclean ④.②①

to me　︾

here's the info kid!!

place: camp wawanakwa, someplace in muskoka, ontario

date: xx - xx - xx

time: xx.xx

make sure to bring:
□ 8 weeks of clothing
□ toiletries
□ that's literally it, idk what else to bring, u kids r old enough to figure it out urselves yeah?

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man, that third "things we should bring" sure is sus. but whatever, if you learnt anything about mainstream media, you know not to question anything, ever!! (idfk i made that up)

"also what the fuck, 8 weeks worth of clothing?!", i said to myself silently. well i'd be damned, i don't even have a day worth of clothes why the fuck would i have--

OK Y'KNOW WHAT?! it's time to man up. no more procrastination!! i'll do my laundry and next week i could finally go somewhere and break my record of being home 24/7 for the past 69 years!!

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a/n

first chapter, i kinda want u gaymers to get to know y/n a bit. also i would like to say that the relationship between y/n and their mom isn't verbal abuse, it's kind of a playful banter (i do that with my family). also story will contain a lot of dark jokes ig?? ill put a tw (trigger warning) so dw!! anyway 1st chapter is on the way, bois!!