❝ VICES ❞
October 1st, 2020
NEW NOTIFICATIONS!
roarsgold has gone live! "I'M IN FLORIDA! (Q&A w/ Dream)"
"JUST SO YOU KNOW," Rory began, glancing at Clay nervously, "if Dream accidently does his face reveal on this stream, I hold no responsibility." He glanced at chat, which exploded with the pogchamp emote. "Yes, yes, pog and all that. Listen, I didn't want to do a face cam, but Mr. WasTaken insisted," Rory continued. ". . . Welcome to the stream, everyone! How long as it been? Can we get a Dream is dumb in chat? OI!" Rory shouted as Dream threw a pillow at him. Dream wheezed. "Hear that? That's how you know he's actually here."
Rory spun around to face the background. They had changed it up a bit for the stream, removing posters and anything that gave the room personality. "And, well, the background is shit, so you know I'm not in my house at least." He turned back. "Anyway! Like the title says, Q and A time! Please ask your questions on Twitter using #RoryPOG, capital R and all caps pog. Or you can donate and ask questions, whatever you prefer."
"Bounderies?" Dream prompted.
Rory snapped his fingers. "Yep! Nothing sexual, though you can ask about shipping. Don't self-promote. Don't bully other streamers unless they're a bigot, in which case put it in chat. Don't be weird, etc., etc.," he listed, picking up his phone. "Also, Dream and I will be doing truth or dare after some time, we don't know when. Whenever the questions get boring, I guess."
"I'm asking the questions," Clay protested. He was sitting at the edge of his desk, far out of view of the face cam. Rory sighed, putting down his phone and giving the camera a look. "Okay, okay, uh . . . 'What's it like being married to Schlatt on the SMP?'"
Rory shrugged. "Boring. I would much rather be helping Pogtopia, but honestly I haven't been on in a few days and I don't think anything has progressed plot wise, just some one-off streams. I guess we'll have to see what happens when the next big stream happens," he said mysteriously. "Overall, nothing big has happened, wish something cool would take place. Next!"
"'Bounderies as far as shipping?'" Clay asked.
"If you are shipping me with someone who's fine with shipping, go ahead. If you're shipping me with someone uncomfortable with shipping, please stop. If you are shipping me with a minor, go fuck yourself. And if you're being especially weird in your shipping, just . . . please unfollow," Rory listed, going through his shipping rules. "NSFW, fanfiction, whatever . . . I'm okay with it because it's funny to read, just don't actually link me to anything and don't spam shipping stuff under my tweets and such," he added. He nodded to Clay.
"'How is Flordia?'"
"It's so hot here!" Rory complained. "Like, logically I knew it was going to be hot, but Jesus. Everyone bully Dream for living in Flordia, it's the fucking worst."
"i didn't chose to live here!" Clay protested.
"And yet you continue to stay despite being an adult," Rory argued, shutting Clay up.
"'Are you and—' oop, never mind," Clay quickly said, cutting himself off. Rory shot him a confused look. "Uh, sorry, we're skipping that. Um, 'How is Newt?'"
Rory brightened. "My baby boy! He's doing really well, he's at Henry's place while I'm here and I miss him so much. I wish he didn't hate planes as much as I do, but I'd rather him be happy than sick! He's defintely recovered from July, trust me. I'll post more photos of him soon!" he promised.
"You're such a dork," Clay muttered.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Rory asked, faking offense.
"You literally named your dog after a fictional character," Clay deadpanned.
Rory frowned. "Newt was my comfort character. . . ."
". . . 'Talk about your favorite book—' No," Clay yelped, quickly scrolling away. "I'm not going to sit here for three hours so you can rant about Percy Jackson and how you don't have time to order the new book or whatever. We're moving on." Rory pouted, then shrugged and winked at the camera.
"I'll do a stream talking about Percy Jackson soon," he promised. Clay groaned.
"Hm. 'Are you joining the October MCC?'" Clay asked, looking up at Rory.
Rory grimaced. "Uh . . . no, sorry," he admitted. "I thought about it a lot, but I just don't think now is the right time with everything happening. Part of it does have to do with chat and what happened last time, but most of it is just like . . . I was way too stressed when I did it and I don't think it would go away this time, you know? And I'm kind of a stick with your friends type, and the chance of me getting onto a team with my friends is low, so I'd rather just cheer for everyone on the sidelines," he explained.
Clay nodded. "What about in the future?" he prompted.
Rory shrugged. "Maybe! If I get more confident in my playing skills, there's a chance I'll come back if I'm welcomed!" Clay nodded in satisfaction.
"Okay, here. 'Most exciting thing that's happened in Flordia?'"
"Oh, I met Clay's family," Rory said casually, slipping up on his name. He glanced at Clay. "Can I describe them personality-wise-ish?" he asked. Clay nodded. "They were really nice, and his sister's way funnier than him." Rory ducked as another pillow was thrown at him and shot Clay a grin. "His brother's adorable, his parents are super nice. His family thought we were dating for the whole dinner but we corrected that."
"Yeah, you don't want them to be upset if they check your Twitter and see you simping over someone who isn't me," Clay joked. Rory picked up one of the pillows and threw it back at him; caught off guard, Clay cartwheeled his arms in the air and still ended up on the ground. Rory covered his mouth, trying not to laugh. ". . . Ow."
"I'm so sorry," Rory said genuinely, getting up to help Clay up. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, it's chill," he said, lightly punching Rory's arm as payback.
The donation alert sounded from the commputer. After checking on Clay once more, Rory sat down as the donation was read out loud.
❝ rory, any progress on finding a boyfriend? newt needs another dad :) ❞
Rory chuckled, spinning in the chair. "Hm, no, not yet. I wish though, I'm literally so lonely."
"He's saving himself for someone special!" Clay yelled out. Rory shot him a withering glare.
"I should clarify that any reference made by Dream in regards to shipping is not at all true, I am not saving myself for anyway," he said, giving the face cam a look. ". . . Thank you for the donation, Juddith123! Next question?"
"Ooo," Clay said mysteriously, holding his phone closer to this face to study something. "'Who is your favorite YouTuber?' I'm adding to this and asking who your favorite Twitch streamer is," he said.
Rory smirked at him. "Subscribe to Technoblade," Rory announced. Clay wheezed, slamming his hand onto his desk. "As for Twitch . . . ugh, that's so hard. Like, on one hand, Wilbur's my brother, so I have to say him, right? But Tommy and Tubbo are my boys. But at the same time, I'm more likely to catch one of Bad's, Niki's, or Eret's streams because they're always so chill and I need that in my life. And then I have the fucking Dream Team streaming everyday and making it impossible to get any work done," he listed. "I just . . . love all my friends and I don't have a favorite Twitch streamer," he admitted.
"But you have a favorite YouTuber," Clay spoke up, "and you prefer his content to mine."
Rory smiled. "Of course," he teased. "Though I watch your videos more."
"Because I actually upload."
Rory put a hand over his heart. "Too soon."
Another donation came through. ❝ big spoon or little spoon? it's for the drory stans ❞
Rory laughed out loud. "Uh, little spoon, defintely. Clay's taller than me, but also I just like being held. However I am willing to switch as long as I get a blanket because I like holding things," he explained. Clay cooed at him. Rory flipped him off.
"Speaking of cuddling, you aren't escaping me tonight," the Floridian warned.
Rory threw his arms in the air. "First, it was one in the morning and I was tired; second, you agreed to watch your sister for the night so we could all play Minecraft together. I wasn't going to make an excuse this time." Clay nodded in satisfaction.
"Final few questions because I'm getting bored and want to play truth or dare," Clay announced.
"But I'll still answer questions through donations or if I see one in chat," Rory added.
"'Are you actually having a Love or Host?'"
Rory pursed his lips, considering the question. "Hm. That's a secret I'll never tell," he said, grinning despite himself. Clay looked up from his phone, giving him a look. "But if I were to have one . . . it's honestly going to be full of my friends, let's be real. There's, like, a zero percent chance of me finding love."
"Aw, I'd choose Love," Clay muttered.
"I've already gone on a Minecraft date with you," Rory reminded him.
Clay sighed. "'Thoughts on cosplayers?'"
"Dude!" Rory clapped his hands. "I fucking love cosplayers, okay? Your ideas, the TikToks, literally everything— I just— I love it so much, you know? I could spend hours praising the TikToks I've seen, never mind the fanart, the writing . . . you're all stupidly talented," Rory gushed, making Clay chuckle.
"Final one. Hmm . . . 'Strangest fan interaction?'"
Rory thought for a moment. "Eh . . . oh, one time someone emailed my work email, the one I have on my Twitter, you know? And they asked for me to send them some of my hair. That was . . . strange," he admitted. Clay wheezed, setting his phone down.
"Alright, Rory, truth or dare?"
Rory eyed him. "Hm. Truth."
Clay groaned, complaining about him being boring, before moving on. "Truth, truth . . . how long have you been a Techno simp?"
Rory glowered at him. "You already know this," he accused. ". . . Two, three years?"
Clay rolled his eyes. "Jesus," he muttered.
"Truth or dare, Dream?"
"Dare, I'm not a baby."
"Sure. Anyway, I dare you to . . ." Rory glanced at chat for ideas. "Let me Tweet something from your phone," he decided, eyes flickering back to Clay, who looked fearful for a moment before handing over his phone. "Whoa, wait, wow. Phone reveal, guys!" Rory gasped.
Clay snickered. "You're so dumb."
"Okay, Pissbaby," Rory muttered. Twitter was already open, a new Tweet waiting to be written. "Am I on your main or alt?"
"Alt."
NOW ON TWITTER!
dream2 @dreamwastaken2
stan Karl Jacobs
CLAY QUICKLY TOOK HIS PHONE BACK, reading the Tweet. He sighed. "That's . . . not as bad as I was expecting," he admitted, clearly relieved.
"I was gonna say subscribe to Technoblade, but I figured that was too obvious."
Rory shifted in his seat as Clay studied him. He didn't like the look on the blond's face. "Truth or dare?" Clay asked mischievously. Rory frowned.
"Uh . . . dare?" he questioned, greatly regretting his choice when Clay's grin widened. He just needed the content, that was it. He wasn't expecting for Clay to get revenge for anything, but it was clear that Clay had been waiting for the past hour for Rory to pick dare.
"I dare you to ask Technoblade out on a Minecraft date."
". . . You have got to be fucking kididng me," Rory snapped, shooting Clay a withering glare. "Clay, I swear to God—"
"Forfeit is burning every book in your Percy Jackson colletion!" Clay blurted. Rory gaped at him, ears turning red. Clay had literally given him the worst dare ever, and then followed it up with the most horrible forfeit Rory had ever heard.
". . . Give me my damn phone."
NOW ON TWITTER!
rory @roarsgold
@Technothepig me, you, Minecraft date?
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Technoblade 🐷 @Technothepig
no
↳rory @roarsgold
ok :(
↳Technoblade 🐷 @Technothepig
im not going on a minecraft
date as a dare, come to California
and I'll take you on a date
↳rory @roarsgold
alright, bet.
call me?
INCOMING CALL
techno
ACCEPT | DECLINE
IMMEDIATELY, Rory's phone began ringing. Clay, who had been following along with the conversation on Twitter, motioned for Rory to answer it. After a breathless moment of pure anxiety, Rory answered the call, pressing the phone to his ear. "Hi. You're not on speaker, I'm the only one that can hear you."
"Good." Was it Rory's imagination, or did Techno sound as nervous as Rory felt? "Were you, uh, serious? About coming to California?"
"Yeah. Were you serious about me going?" he asked, glancing at Clay, who was staring at him with wide eyes, as if he himself couldn't believe this was happening.
". . . Yeah," Techno admitted. "So . . . when are you free?"
"I leave Flordia on the fourth," Rory said quietly.
"Do you . . . want to immediately come here? Like you'll get here on the fifth?" Techno asked, voice also lowering, like he was afraid everyone could hear him.
"Yeah, sure. I'll do that," Rory agreed. "We should plan this more off stream, right? Like actually talk about it?" Techno made a noise of agreement. "Okay. I'll call you right after the stream. Promise."
"I'll be waiting."
After a moment, Rory hung up the call. He glanced at his camera, wondering if Techno was watching the stream. He'd known about Clay's dare — that had to mean he'd at least tuned in for a few minutes.
"Well?" Clay asked. Rory looked down at his phone, still shocked. After a moment of hesitation, he ended the stream, raiding Tubbo quickly while ignoring Clay's contistent questioning.
"Uh." He looked up at Clay, finally ready to answer. "Looks like I'm headed to California."