Title: "The Scream That Did Nothing"
The sun shone brightly over Animville, but Wilson? Still out cold, snuggled in his tissue-bed, snoring away like a baby. Seymour, on the other hand, had had enough.
Seymour: (gritting his teeth) "Alright, Wilson! You've pushed me to my limit!"
The little bug had been trying to wake Wilson up for hours—he'd shaken him, poked him, even waved a slice of cheese under his nose! But nothing worked. There was only one option left…
Seymour: (cracking his knuckles) "Time for the big guns."
Seymour inhaled deeply, his lungs expanding like balloons. His whole body trembled as he gathered every ounce of air he could hold. And then…
Seymour: "WIIIIILLLLSSSOOOONNNNN! WAKE UP!"
The scream blasted through the room like a shockwave. Windows rattled. Paint peeled off the walls. Books flew off the shelves. Somewhere outside, a flock of birds abandoned their tree in sheer terror. Even Jack's car alarm went off two streets away.
And Wilson?
Still. Asleep.
Seymour stood there, panting, waiting for even the tiniest reaction. Nothing. Not even a twitch.
Seymour: (staring in disbelief) "...Are you serious?"
Wilson let out a tiny snore, then turned over, mumbling in his sleep.
Wilson: "Mmm… cheese… zzz…"
Seymour's eye twitched. He took another deep breath—
Seymour: "WILSONNNN—"
But before he could scream again, Jack burst in, covering his ears.
Jack: (groaning) "SEYMOUR! For the love of all things quiet, STOP SCREAMING!"
Seymour: (gesturing wildly at Wilson) "Jack! Look at him! I screamed at full volume, and he didn't even budge!"
Jack: (crossing his arms) "Yeah? And now half the neighborhood is awake except for him. Great job."
Seymour slumped, defeated. He glared at Wilson, who was still blissfully asleep.
Seymour: (muttering) "This is some next-level hibernation…"
As Seymour turned to leave, Wilson suddenly smirked in his sleep.
Wilson (softly): "Nice try, buddy…"
Seymour froze.
Seymour: (wide-eyed) "WAIT—"
Wilson rolled over, pulling his blanket closer.
Wilson: "Five more minutes…"
Seymour clenched his fists, ready to explode, but Jack just patted his shoulder.
Jack: "Let it go, Seymour. Some battles just can't be won."
Seymour groaned, dragging himself out of the room while Wilson remained in his peaceful slumber. Outside, a single feather drifted down from the sky, the last remnant of the birds Seymour's scream had scared off.
The End.