❝IF YOU TELL OFF ME I SWEAR I'LL EAT YOUR BLOODLINE❞
"wilbuuur, please, i swear to xd, stop following me." tubbo repeated, annoyance laced in every word he spoke as he rolled his eyes without looking at the other. "no. i want to see the chaos unfold." wilbur said, putting his hands on tubbo's shoulders as he lifted his chin up a tad bit. tubbo jolted, flinching. "wil, you okay in the head? are you drunk or something? are you high?" tubbo would ask, looking around in the empty hallway, then stopped and stared at the lonely lockers pushed aside to a wall. "of course i am, what makes you think that?" wilbur let out a little chuckle as he tightened his grip on the other's shoulders. "stop it. i'll be fine, all i need to do is get his book thingy. that's it." tubbo said, staring to the ground, trying to keep calm.
wilbur was finally snapped out of his weird state and let go of the other's shoulders, raising his arms up in defense as tubbo spun around to look at him, having to look up because of the height difference. "alright, fine, if you say so," wilbur concurred, "but make sure to get his notes, too. i need them." his hot breath hit tubbo's ear as he walked away, leaving him to process what just happened.
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"why do you hate ranboo so much?" wilbur would ask as he took a bite out of his toast, half burnt, regarding the horrible food their school served to students. now, 'how is that even legal?' listen, buddy, i don't know. i'm just the narrator, keep trying to find out who i am. "he's dumb. he always forgets stuff, i don't care if it's a 'mental problem' thingy of his, or whatever the hell dream says. he just gives off a bad vibe, y'know what i'm saying?" tubbo answered briefly. this left wilbur kind of shocked, as tubbo was always cool with people. he wasn't the type to be rude to someone for absolutely no reason, or just because for the fun of it, since he had also suffered from horrible treatment by his one and only father, schlatt. his mind was swarmed with thoughts like a whirlpool.
"that's still not a good reason, tubbo. you fucking-dude, why would you hate someone because they have memory loss? that's just messed up, king." wilbur tried to ask, which only led to tubbo cross his arms and stare at him. "he just sucks." he explained, ever so briefly.
"that's not a good reason, tubbo." wilbur stated, taking the cap off of the trashy school water bottles and chugging almost half of it. "and i don't give a shiiiit!" tubbo said confidently. the other only sighed, standing up with his tray and handing it to the nearest lunch lady so she could put it somewhere in the school's many kitchen sinks.
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tubbo started sweating bullets as he held his phone in his hand, the call he had been with wilbur still on. he was shaking. "wil, you sure you wanna do this?" he stammered out, adrenaline rushing through every nerve in his body. "of course i am. didn't you say you hated ranboo? c'mon, get in the school. are you in yet?" the boy on the other line mumbled into the phone. tubbo took a deep breath, then put his phone on speaker and shifted it from his ear. hesitantly, he took a run for it, placing his bag onto the floor and ran into the school, turning his phone flashlight on.
