When Things Go Wrong

Chapter 1: Meetup Shenanigans

"Oh my god, I am never sitting on that thing again.''

They both laughed in content. Tubbo had missed Ranboo's comforting laugh so much.

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Five minutes later, the two boys were sitting on opposite ends of the wooden kitchen table, happily munching on slices of pizza. A freshly baked tray of chocolate chip cookies sat on the counter, the smell wafting through the house.

"Okay, whats is your favorite stream I did?'' Tubbo asked, his mouth full. The cookies were delicious, melt-in-your-mouth soft, circles of goodness.

Ranboo swallowed before answering. "Hmmm... the one when you made pancakes and like, all of them landed on the floor when you flipped them,''

"Hey! I only dropped a couple,'' Tubbo swatted Ranboo's arm but they both giggled.

"How about you?'' The tall boy asked once their laughter slowed.

"Definitely the face reveal and haircutting stream,'' Tubbo responded gently.

The mood changed in a snap. Ranboo became tense and dodged the small boy's kind eyes. Tubbo searched for emotion on his covered face. Ranboo hummed in response and picked at the skin on his fingers. "You really did fuck up my hair that stream,''

Tubbo's mouth curved into a smile and just like that, the strange air cleared.

"Can I have a biscuit?'' Tubbo asked. Ranboo mocked his British accent with a laugh. "Can I have a biscuit?'' They both laughed at the tall boy's attempt at an accent and Tubbo stood up to grab some cookies for the both of them while Ranboo cleared their plates. Then they headed back to Ranboo's room to go over the plans.

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"So tomorrow we're just going to tour around, and then do a VR stream," Tubbo sat cross-legged on Ranboo's carpet and opened the calendar on his phone.

Ranboo's eyes went a bit wide and his breath quickened. He suddenly stood up and silently ran out of the room. Tubbo's head snapped up from his phone in concern. Ranboo headed to the bathroom and Tubbo heard the door click shut even before he got a chance to get up. He stood outside the bathroom across the hall with a confused look on his face.

"Ranboo, is something wrong?'' He knocked on the door. When he got no response, he spoke louder. Tubbo's head spun with concern. After another long minute, his patience finally broke. "Ranboo, I'm coming in,'' he said as he twisted the doorknob. But the door didn't budge. He could feel Ranboo holding the door shut from the other side. "No,'' the tall boy said firmly. Tubbo suddenly got a sense of what was happening, and his stomach dropped.

"Okay, I'll just leave you be then,'' he said quietly. He then pretended to walk away, but stayed silent, his hand still pressed on the doorknob. When he heard Ranboo step away from the white bathroom door, he twisted the door open. As the door swung open, Ranboo was standing on the cold tile floor with one hand on his hip and the other on his head, with his elbow pressed on the wall. His iconic pose. Tubbo looked at him suspiciously. "What happened?''

The tall boy's eyes averted Tubbo's gaze as he dropped his hands. "Nothing,'' he lied. "Just really had to- use the bathroom,'' Tubbo furrowed his eyebrows, a tinge of disappointment in his gaze. Not that he wanted Ranboo to suffer, he just wanted to know what was going on. Was he really doing that bad, he couldn't show his face to his best friend? Ranboo casually walked by and patted the small boy on the shoulder. "Don't be so uptight, Tubbo.'' Then he went back into his room and snatched a cookie, leaving Tubbo in the doorway in shambles.

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After about two hours, Tubbo had nearly completely forgotten about the bathroom incident as exhaustion overtook him. The duo were curled up on the couch, watching a movie. Well, Ranboo was. Tubbo's eyes were drifting closed and his head rested against a pillow. As the credits ran, Ranboo looked over to see Tubbo seemingly fast asleep. Once he poked him twice to make sure, he breathed a sigh of relief as he pulled down his mask and pushed the blanket away from him. He was roasting under the thick blanket along with his sweatshirt and mask. He rubbed his eyes and shut off the TV. "Gotcha, bossman,'' a groggy voice mumbled. In a flash, Ranboo's mask was back on. He ignored Tubbo and let his eyes close again, praying Tubbo was too tired to notice. After ten minutes of anxious waiting, Ranboo nudged Tubbo awake. "C'mon Tubbo, go to bed.'' The small boy mumbled something as Ranboo wrapped him in a blanket and steered the stumbling boy into his room. Ranboo yawned, realizing how tired he was, and collapsed into his own bed. 

(2123 words in case you were wondering idk)