A New Life for Better or Worse {¶ Sleepy Bois Inc. ¶}

24. Snow

"Tommy-" You muttered, turning your head around only to have something cold, wet, and exactly like snow land on your head. 

You froze, eyes darkening. 

"OH FUCK- RUN RANBOO, WHERE'S TUBBO-" Tommy screamed out from behind you, and you could hear the sound of footsteps retreating as they ran towards Tommy's room, escaping you.

You just wanted to have a nice, relaxing day. School had gotten cancelled because of how icy the roads were. You had just sat yourself down on the couch, turned on some lofi music which was softly dancing around the house, coming from the TV, and scrolling through some pictures of clothing on your phone. 

Which you only did when you were extremely bored or just wanted to find a good suit to wear. 

(This goes for men and woman and nonbinary people and any living thing, honestly suits are just *chefs kiss* WAIT SOMEONE MAKE FANART OF ME WEARING A PURPLE SUIT /j /j /j /j /j seriously i mean if you want to you can but like-)

But here you were, a snowball sat on your head, soaking into your hair. 

Perfect. 

You put your phone down on the table, standing up, and letting out a soft sigh, putting a hand up to feel that the snow had already melted completely. 

Well, there goes your relaxing day. 

"WILBUR SOOT, DO YOU WANT TO HELP ME KILL THE CHILD IN THIS HOUSE?" You yelled, an annoyed tone in your voice. 

Immediately Wilbur's head poked out of his room, a grin prominent on his face. 

"Of course, may I ask where he is?" Wilbur responded, fake royalness in his voice. 

"Ranboo, Tubbo, and of course the child are hiding in the child's room, they just dumped snow on my head. Also, where did Dad go?" You answered Wilbur's question, crossing your arms and walking out from between the coffee table and the couch. 

"Well Dad went out to get some supplies from a store or something, I think that after we hunted him down after he made you get into that art class he realized how many medical supplies this house actually needs, also we ran low on bandages so..." You nodded, chuckling softly at the memory which had only been about three days ago.

You had ran downstairs to find Phil nowhere in sight, called upon your fellow brethren and Drista, then found out that Phil was hiding in the car; in the garage, on his computer doing some work.

The mother fucker- 

You had chased him outside, made sure that his computer was ok, and then continued to chase him until Drista pushed him into the lake that connected to the small creek.

By the time you had gotten home it was about 8 PM at night and all of you were soaking wet from being pushed into the lake. 

Dream had already arrived at your house and was simply sitting on your couch eating a muffin.

When you had walked in he had started laughing, his iconic wheeze of course, and then had taken Drista home after a bit more of chaos. 

It was, a chaotic as fuck day, but at least you got to know Drista better. (Unless you already knew her well *AWOOooOoOoOOo*)

You walked up the stairs and next to Wilbur, who was adjusting his beanie slightly on his head, and then looked at you. 

"Should we get Tech-" 

"Who talked about bullyin' a small child? Is it an orphan? Or Tommy." Techno's voice interrupted Wilbur, surprising the both of you slightly, making you turn around.