Cassandra😂
Hello, Cassandra.
Fuck off.
I don't want to talk to you.
Why not?
I mean, aren't I just amazing.
If you mean amazingly stupid
Then yes, you are
I am certain I don't know what you're talking about.
I am certain that you do.
We have our disagreements, but let's just set this aside and settle it another time.
Charming.
But I don't think so.
You're not getting my name.
Fuck off.
Besides, I can't give you my name even if I wanted to.
And why not?
Because, you're probably some crazy stalker fan who wants my name and stole my phone number.
💡
What's that for?
'Cause, you admit that you're famous. So that gives me a 25% chance of finding out who you are.
No it doesn't.
How many people who are British that are famous actually live in my local area?
Stop.
Hmmm...
I found it!!!
No.
There's only two.
A kid named Tommyinnit and a guy named Wilbur Soot.
You said you're twenty five, so you must be Wilbur.
No.
Yesssssssssssss!!!!!!!!
I have found you.
Wait, holy shit!!!
What?!
I'm texting with Wilbur Soot.
I'm so sorry.
For?
Bothering you all the fucking time and being an annoyance.
It's fine. It actually hasn't been that bad talking to someone else.
Jk, I don't regret shit!!!
Lmfao!
Remember when I said it hasn't been that bad, well I take that back. It has been horrible.
Awww, that kinda hurt Soot boy.
Sucks to suck.
Just gonna say that you are a real pain in the arse.
Fuck off.
You first.
I love you too Mr. Soot
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Can I just say politely that sometimes I wish you never would have texted me.
No, because I'm glad I did.
Now I have bait.
For?
You'll find out soon enough.
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Wrong number (Wilbur x OC)
FanfictionWhen 23-year-old Cassandra texts a wrong number it leads up becoming friends with none other than the famous Twitch chatter Wilbur Soot. Trigger Warning: Death, Hallucination, Angst, Trauma, Drinking, etc. 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐞𝐦...
