Rp with Wil

Wil: uhh, I don't know

Crackle: wait fym you dont know

Wil: uhhh I haven't been around people lately....

Crackle: -_-

Wil: not my fault my sister forced me to be a slave

Crackle: makes sence- wait WHAT

Wil: nothing!!!!

Crackle: At least tell me what type of """slave""" your talking about

Wil: I didn't say anything

Crackle: NO U DID

Wil: Nuh uh

Crackle: fym NUH UH

Wil: Nuh uh

Crackle: *facepalm*

Wil: , sweating*

Crackle: tell me, what are you hiding? Why you were a slave of your sister?

Wil: I, I uh ummm

Crackle: *raise nonexistent eyebrow* tell me

Wil: *quickly* she's using me to build her army so she could kill our brother out of revenge and I just barely escaped and she's after me

Wil: hi

Crackle: whats up? How u doin

Wil: good I Guess

Crackle: Alright lets get to know eachother who are you?

Wil: I'm Wil

Crackle: Alright "will", Im crackle, Computer happy99 virus, Troll and annoying asf- anyways wanna do soemthing? Prank? Game? Idk something else?

Wil: anything you're up to

Crackle: meh im doing nothing rn so... wanna prank someone?

Wil: uhhh sure

Crackle: Alright do u know who we can prank?

Qr + 🥶: *fly in*

(Qr pic)

(🥶 pic)

Wil: oh

Qr: “Anyways, we gotta get back for the real deal!”

🥶: “Y-y-yeah… B-bye!”

Wil: bye!

Wil: ah!

Qr: “Don’t worry, we’re friendly to humans.”

🥶: “I-I-incase you are c-curious, we are d-disassembly d-d-drones.”

Wil: yeah I know

Qr: “He was just making sure. Anyways, I’m serial designation Qr!”

🥶: “And I’m s-s-serial d-designation c-c-cold…”

Wil: I'm Wil

Qr: “Nice to meet you!”

Wil: You too, nice to see some disassembly drones that don't want to kill me

Qr: “We only go for workers.”

🥶: “N-n-not humans…”

Wil: good, I don't have to get rid of you guys then.......

Qr: “Get rid of us?”

🥶: “I b-b-beg thee p-pardon..?”

Wil: yeah but I don't like doing that

Qr: “I understand…”

🥶: “We a-a-accidentally l-landed here…”

Wil: sorry bout that

Qr: “It’s fine! Just a small calculation error with the pod.”

🥶: “W-we w-w-warned the s-scientists…”

Wil: huh

Qr: “We let them know that they were launching us into this exact location.”

🥶: “Th-they just m-m-made up an ex-excuse about it being a t-t-test…”

Wil: oh

Qr: “I hope they’re ready for the real flight!”

Wil: flight?

Qr: “Yeah, we’re going to Copper-9.”