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It is a lovely Tuesday morning in New York. The family doesn’t live there, however. How the fuck did they get there? Why are they in a different location every time? Is this faggot serious??
Alastor wakes up in a cold sweat. A mysterious apparition is telling him that something horrible is going to happen. RUST_010’s face switches from ‘Singing’ (only 75 robux) to “Uh Oh” (105) as he looks up at his husband, assuming he just had another nightmare about his children or something like that.
“What’s wrong, Alastor?” RUST_010 asks as he sits up. Alastor looked at RUST, “I fucking told you we should’ve got an abortion. I swear to fucking god those fucking kids are going to do some wild fucking shit today”
RUST looked confused. “Silly Alastor. It is September 11th, 2001. I’m sure nothing will happen.” RUST reassured, his face slowly morphing into the simple ‘Smile’ expression he always had. Alastor sighed. Is it even 2001? What the fuck? Are they ahead of their time or something??? None of these characters even existed in 2001. What the fuck ever
Meanwhile with Mark and Tommy, they were in their room plotting. For once, they’d agreed on one thing. Today they were going to terrorize the World Trade Center. They were geniuses.
“It would be pog champ if we could. Like. Kill people. Odnt you think” Tommy asked Mark, who was laying on the bottom bunk in case the top were to suddenly collapse. Just so it would kill Mark.
Mark didn’t respond. He thought that Tommy was just having auditory hallucinations again and that he was talking to them, until Tommy said his name in an extremely condescending manner, which frightened Mark quite a bit. Mark didn’t want more head trauma.
“oh um yeah but like. how r we gonna do that were unattended minors” Mark responded. He was really tired of Tommy’s stupid plans that kept getting them in trouble.
Tommy smiled widely, jumping off the top bunk as if he were in a cartoon, only to end up severely injuring his femur. Oh well. Who cared.
“Plane”
At breakfast, Philip was on the stove, per usual. How many fucking times had this baby been cooked?? Sickening.
Alastor glanced at Tommy, who was streaming DreamSMP already, being extremely loud and annoying. He sat next to him, suggesting he put the computer away for a second, which sent Tommy into a meltdown. RUST walked over and banged his head in with the pan, however, and Tommy quickly locked in.
Alastor looked at his son, giving him a firm look. “What the fuck are you scheming? You litrle bitch” he whispered, grabbing Tommy’s arm. He knew that minor was going to wreak havoc. He wasn’t necessarily against it, however. He wanted in on it, if anything.
“Can you buy me and mark a plane we’re gonna crash into the World Trade Center” Tommy asked, looking over at Mark who immediately looked away in embarrassment. Why must he be trapped with this family? Was he even born into this family? He couldn’t have been. There was no way.
Alastor’s eyes widened in surprise as he looked over at RUST, who also overheard the question. RUST seemed to be of interest, though, because as soon as he heard the question, he dropped Philip and grabbed his wallet. “I THINK WE ALL SHOULD” he exclaimed.
“.ladies im lookign for a mr george eacker” Philip said. What does any of this mean
Alastor sighed as Tommy picked up his computer again, loudly exclaiming that he was about to do 9/11. Minecraft wasn’t even around in 2001 what am i doing
Mark glared at Tommy. Surely this wasn’t right. But it was Tommy. If he didn’t do it, he’d probably be dead. Didn’t he already die? Like three times or something. Including canon. What was the point?
Alastor and RUST made an agreement and decided that they’d hijack two planes, one for Mark, Tommy and Philip and one for themself. This was gonna be pogchamp
After successfully hijacking the planes, Tommy quickly insisted on driving. Not that Mark wanted to, anyways. But did Tommy really know how to drive a plane? Did anyone? Philip sat in a seat, staring out the window cluelessly. He had no fucking idea what was about to happen. Fucking dumb little loser infant.
“Okay mark we’re gonna hit the first tower” Tommy said, looking over at his brother who was currently having a panic attack. What a pussy. “TOMMY IM SCARWD”
And just like that, Tommy crashed into the first tower. It sounds kinda lame actually. I dont know how to write this scene. Tommy and mark and philip killed a lot of people and it was crazy as hell i guess. Alastor and rust did the same too btw
Tommy was streaming DreamSMP the whole time, giving a live reaction to everything that happened. “ohhh my god guys we just killed someone Ohhh my god theres more dead people ohh holy shitttt Ii’m british”
Alastor and RUST were probably making out the whole time