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Trauma™

boo: hello chat how are we feeling

tub: death

bitch: sadness

gray: nothing

boo: well im feeling great today

gray: luke yelled at me

bitch: ??

gray: idfk

gray: prob bc he felt like it

tub: wpuldnt be surprised

boo: i wouldnt either ngl

bitch: yeah well he can suck my dick

tub: ew no thats gross

boo: tubbo thats not the point-

gray: i wish someone would come and tell me everythings gonna be fine

bitch: gladly

gray: i-

bitch: no im coming over ill be there in like 5 mins

gray: tom its literally 4am my dad is leaving for work soon

bitch: i literally dont care

tub: he doesnt care

boo: he literally doesnt care

gray: i get that but thats not the point-

gray: dont encourage him 😭✋

tub: too late

boo: go tommy go !

gray: tommy if you throw a rock at my window ans it breaks istg-

bitch: im here

gray: yeah i can see that

bitch: let me in

bitch: bitch

gray: sigh

gray: the windows open

tub: CAN WE COME OVER TOO

gray: NO-

boo: ILL BE THERE IN A FEW MINUTES

gray: GUYS-

tub: RANBOO COME PICK ME UP

boo: OFC <3

tub: THANK YOU <3

boo: <3

tub: <3

bitch: </3

boo: why

gray: GUYS PLEASE-

boo: we made it

tub: I HAVE A ROCK BITCH

gray: NO TUBBO-

tub: SORTRY BSOISO S MAN

boo: ah yes

boo: ✨ bsoiso s man ✨

tub: HAKJLFHKSJKF

bitch: HWO ARE YOUB THAT BAD

gray: LOOK AT YOURSELF TOMMY

bitch: SHUT UP GRAY

"WE ARE INSIDE!" Tubbo says rather loudly, and Ranboo is quick to shush him.

"Tubbo, it's four A.M., be quiet."

"Yeah, Luke is probably gonna come yell at us."

"I already said he can-" Tommy gets cut off by Grayson putting his hand over his mouth.

"Shut up, Tommy."

"Sorry, Gray."

"So about the cuddling you wanted-"

"I never said anything about cuddles, Tubbo. I said I wanted someone to tell me I shouldn't just fucking disappear."

"Disappear as in die or disappear as in run away and never speak to anyone ever again?" Ranboo asks.

"Surprise me," Grayson says, no expression at all.

"N- No, no we're not gonna do that, Gray." Tommy hugs Grayson from behind, letting him sit between Tommy's legs on Grayson's bed.

"Why not? Neither will change anything." Grayson leans back onto Tommy's chest, and Ranboo and Tubbo sit beside them.

"We'll all miss you, Grayson," Ranboo says in an attempt to comfort him.

"Uh-huh, and I know Luke and my parents won't."

"I know my family will. Techno's a fuckings softie for you, Gray."

"Why? Because I know how to kill people and I'm not afraid to, either?"

"No- Well, yeah, probably. But not the point. The point is, not everything revolves around Luke and your parents."

"It does to me."

"Yeah, well, make your decisions revolve around us and not your family," Tubbo says.

Grayson doesn't respond. He smiles at them and closes his eyes. He lets out a sigh and opens his eyes to see the door open. Tubbo and Ranboo are gone.

"Where the hell did they go?"

"I'm not texting them. I'm way too scared to do that. They have their ringer on."

"That makes it even better."

Trauma™

gray: where are you fuckers.

tub: shit

boo: what the fuck

gray: he wants to know where you went

gray: dumbass

tub: tommy ?

gray: the one and only

gray: and me

boo: gray ?

gray: who the fuck else would it be ?

gray: wilbur ?

boo: shut up

gray: where the hell are you guys

tub: in the kitchen looking for food

boo: were hungry stfu

gray: i wasnt even typing dumbass

tub: well be back in a sec

boo: you guys want anything ?

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Private Chat

Purpled and TommyInnit

bitch: gray

bitch: gray

bitch: grayson

bitch: grayson

bitch: GRAY

bitch: GRAY

bitch: GRAYSON

bitch: GRAYSON

bitch: if i call you purpled will you respond

gray: tommy im trying to sleep

gray: what do you want

bitch: i cant sleep </3

gray: yeah ?

gray: well i can <3

bitch: but gray

gray: no tommy

bitch: i cant sleep

gray: no

bitch: </3

gray: no

bitch: </3 </3

gray: no

bitch: </3 </3 </3

gray: fine

bitch: thqnk you </3

gray: fuck you

gray: just get over here you stupid bitch

bitch: gladly

gray: i swear to god if youre with tubbo and ranboo i will dropkick you to venus

bitch: venus isnt very far away if you think about it

gray: ill dropkick you to saturn

bitch: no thats too far away

gray: good

bitch: no</3

gray: yes<3

bitch: [sob sob]

gray: point and laugh

bitch: damn

bitch: anyways im here

bitch: pls dont leave me outside

bitch: its so cold

bitch: please

bitch: grayson

"Come inside, dumbass."

"Shut up." Tommy takes off his shoes, neatly putting them beside the wall.

"No."

"Fuck."

"Hey, Grayson, I need your help with something," Luke calls from the kitchen.

Grayson sighs. "Oh no." He mumbles.

"Grayson, stop ignoring me!" Luke says, starting up a one-sided argument.

"I'm not ignoring you."

"You're completely ignoring me, Grayson. How would Mom and Dad feel?"

"They're not here right now."

The two boys can hear Luke rolling his eyes. "You act like they're dead, Grayson. They're away on a business trip and left me in charge. Now come help me and stop ignoring me."

Grayson turns to Tommy. "I'm sorry, Tommy."

Tommy gives him a pitiful look. "Hey, it's okay. Go help him, don't worry. I'll be in your room, alright?"

"Alright."

Grayson walks into the kitchen while Tommy goes upstairs.

Trauma™

bitch: guys i think gray is in trouble

tub: do we need to come and help

boo: yeah , we can leave rn were not busy

bitch: no , get some sleep

bitch: its like 1am get some sleep

tub: no its fine

boo: yeah we can come and help

bitch: guys its fine get some sleep

tub: fine

boo: fine

bitch: thank you

Grayson walks into the room, clearly pissed off. 

"Hey, what's wrong?" Tommy asks, standing up from Grayson's bed.

"Nothing, Luke's just being an ass."

"I'm gonna need more detail than that."

"It's nothing, really." His voice starts to shake, tears forming. "He just made me do something for him and then lectured me about how I'm the worst because it wasn't how he wanted it."

"Oh, Gray, I'm sorry."

The second Tommy hugs him, Grayson starts crying.

"C'mon, talk to me about it, Gray."

"No, I'm sorry. You should go."

Grayson pulls away, wiping away the tears, which was useless since he continued to cry.

"No no no no no no, I'm not leaving. C'mere, talk about it."

Tommy sits on Grayson's bed. Grayson sits beside him, telling him everything he can remember while sobbing.

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Trauma™

tub: fuck you stupid bitch

boo: what

tub: sorry wrong group

bitch: LMAOO WHAT

gray: PLSSS😭✋

tub: SHUT UP I WAS INSULTING DREAM

gray: WHY

tub: HE SAID RANBOO WAS AN ASSHOLE , OKAY ?

boo: AWW I LOVE YOU TUBBO <3

tub: <3

bitch: </3

gray: </3

tub: FUCK YOU STUPID BITCH

boo: FUCK YOU STUPID BITCH

bitch: heartbroken

gray: </3

tub: aww

boo: go cry about it

tub: go cry about it

bitch: [sob] [sob]

gray: how could you guys do this </3 /j

tub: bc tommy is an easy target /hj

boo: take away the /hj and replace it with /srs

tub: I JUST LAUGHED SO LOUD

bitch: currently sobbing

boo: gOiNg DaRk DhMu

bitch: going dark dhmu /j

tub: PFFTHHAHFSKAJDHSF

gray: PLS HOW DID YOU KNOW😭✋

boo: its literally tommy why would i not know

gray: THE FACT THAT HES LITERALLY OFFLINE-

tub: IK ITS FUCKING SENDING ME

Platonic Boyfriends

better boyf: hey stupid

better riend: hey bitch

better boyf: what did you do to tommy

better riend: what

better boyf: you broke him

better riend: good /j

better boyf: PLS💀✋

Accuantinces

good accuantince: ive broken you

good accuantince: hah

good accuantince: loser

good accuantince: lol

Flower Whores

allium: are you okay ?

allium: tommy ?

Fucking Gremlins

gremlin bee: tommy cmon

gremlin bee: get back online

gremlin bee: we miss you

Pollination Stupid

flower: what did your boyfriend do omfg

bee: I DONT KNOW😭✋

flower: HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW /gen

bee: IM NOT RANBOO STUPID /hj

Stupid Colors

purple: WHAT DID YOU DO DUMBASS

b&w&r&g: I DONT KNOW

b&w&r&g: I WAS JUST JOKING

purple: OH LORD

Flower Whores

allium: tommy cmon

allium: whats wrong

pentas is typing...

allium: oh come on tommy

allium: whats bothering you

allium: do i need to come over ?

pentas: NO

allium: jesus christ

allium: that means somethings up

allium: cmon tommy talk to me

pentas: phil

allium: oh shit

Trauma™

gray: everybody shut up /gen

tub: whats going on ?

boo: ^

gray: phil

tub: oh

boo: oh

Accuantinces

good accuantince: im sorry

Fucking Gremlins

gremlin bee: sorry <3

Flower Whores

allium: dont worry <3 were all still here <3

pentas: <3

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Trauma™

tub: so its been about 8 hours

tub: what the fuck happened

boo: idk dude

gray: he wont talk to anyone

boo: not even you ?

boo: shocking /gen

gray: ikr ? /gen

tub: he always answers you tho

gray: exactly

gray: wait one sec

Flower Whores

pentas: grayson

pentas: grayson please

pentas: answer please

allium: sorry

allium: whats up ?

pentas: its phil , he's

pentas is typing...

allium: ??

pentas is calling!
Yes No

(Grayson | Tommy)

Tommy! What's going on?

Phil is hurt. I don't know what's going on but he- he's gone to the hospital with Techno and Wilbur and I'm home alone and I'm scared and nobody will tell me what's happening.

You can come over if you'd like. Or I could come over. We all could come over.

You all can come over if you'd like.

I'll tell them right now. See you in a bit, Toms.

See ya, Gray.

Trauma™

gray: everyone better start packing bc were going to tommys right now

tub: alright ill pack right now

boo: ill start getting stuff rn

gray: wanna ft so its not boring ?

boo: ofc

tub: YEAH

gray is calling!
Yes No

(Grayson | Ranboo | Tubbo)

Alright, what're you guys packing?

Clothes.

PFFT! [wheezing].

I know you did not just say "brackets-wheezing-brackets", Tubbo.

Oh, I did.

That's my platonic boyfriend. Wow.

We can get platonically married soon. It'll be great.

Yeah, I bet.

Change bet to know.

HAHAHAHA!

You guys need to hurry up and pack or I will end this call.

Fine, GrAySoN.

Grayson is a good name, asshole.

It actually is, though.

So you're saying Tubbo isn't?

Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying.

PLEASE- I'M GONNA CHOKE AND DIE FROM LAUGHING RANBOO STOP-

HAHAHAHA BITCH!

Again, that's my platonic boyfriend. Great.

You love me.

No, I really don't.

I JUST CHOKED ON AIR RANBOO WHAT THE HELL!

Actual betrayal.

Top ten worst anime betrayals.

PLEASE I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE I'M ABOUT TO DIE- MY FUCKING STOMACH HURTS!

Well, I'm all packed now.

Same.

Thank god, I was about to die.

If only.

Fuck you.

KiNkY.

I don't even know anymore.

Call over, stupid.

gray has ended the call.

Trauma™

gray: hurry up and get to tommys

gray: cause im already here

tub: alright im going offline

boo: spend some aLoNe TiMe together

gray: wow

gray: i never knew how much i hated you until now

boo: <3

gray: </3

boo: <3

gray: </3

gray: im going off

boo: agreed

gray: see you there in a few mins

boo: see ya

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Flower Whores

allium: hey tommy

pentas: ?

allium: im here

pentas: k

"He-" Tommy can't get out the rest of the word before he's cut off by Grayson hugging him.

"Tommy, you look terrible. C'mon, go upstairs and I'll wait for Tubs and Ran."

"Grayson, I'm fine-"

"Upstairs. Now." Tommy sighs and walks upstairs. Man, Grayson was scary sometimes.

"Tubbo! Ranboo! C'mon! Tommy looks terrible and we have to help him!" Tubbo and Ranboo can barely get their shoes off as they're dragged up the stairs.

"Tommy! Tomsters!" Grayson pushes the two into the room and closes the door once he's inside as well.

Tommy's eyes were red and there were dried tears on his face. His hair was messy as if he was running his hands through it and pulling at it because of the stress. None of them are sure if he's even left his room or changed his clothes at all.

"Oh, Tommy." Ranboo wipes away the dry tears as Tubbo finds some new clothes (just in case) for Tommy.

"Thank God you told us, Gray." Tubbo sets the clothes on the end of Tommy's bed.

"Why didn't you tell us, Tommy?" Ranboo asks, and it goes silent.

Tommy mumbles something and then pulls out his phone.

"What?"

"I don't know."

"We're gonna leave so we can let Tommy change and while he's doing that we'll get him something to eat because we all know he's hasn't done either." Tubbo and Ranboo stand up and leave, leaving Grayson and Tommy in his room.

"Hey, Tommy." Grayson kneels in front of him. "How come you didn't tell them?"

"Didn't want them to worry."

"Something's wrong with Phil and you didn't know and you're upset so of course we'd worry! But Tommy, you have to tell them. They're your friends. If you don't tell them then nobody will be there to comfort you or treat you like a child because you're upset."

Tommy laughs. "That was the worst way to explain comfort ever."

"Shut up," Grayson says, laughing. "That's not the point. Point is, we would be worried if you told us something's wrong with your Dad. We're your best friends, it's like our job to be worried when something's wrong. If anything happened to me or Tubbo or Ranboo, everyone else would be worried because they care. You have to tell us next time. Alright?"

"...Mkay."

"Good. Now get changed, idiot." Tommy smiles and grabs the pile of clothes. Grayson leaves the room.

"So we weren't sure what you wanted so we just got you some McDonald's. Hopefully, it's good enough because if it's not we'll have to make something else and if we have to make something else we'll hurt ourselves and maybe burn the house down." Tubbo sets the bag down on the table.

"Depends on what we're making," Ranboo adds.

"That's a good point. Anyways, after we'll make popcorn and watch a movie. Sound good?"

"Yeah."

"I'm down."

"Perfect. We ordered chicken nuggets." Tubbo sets the box down on the table.

"40 pieces?" Tommy asks in shock.

"What, can you not eat that many?"

"No, we'll eat all of it!"

"Well, I got burgers as well." Tubbo puts four burgers on the table as well.

"Oh, okay, that makes sense."

"And, like, five large fries." He and Ranboo put them on the table.

"And after we're watching a movie?" Grayson asks.

"With popcorn."

"What movie will we watch?"

The table goes silent.

"Uh..."

"I have a list of old movies."

"Everybody loves old movies. Read them."

"Uh, okay. There's The Goonies, The Sandlot, Beetlejuice, Heathers, Amazing Grace and Chuck, Grease, Edward Scissorhands, The Little Rascals, My Girl, Willy Wonka, The Lost Boys, The Shining, Stephen King's IT, The Breakfast Club, The Outsiders, Gremlins, Home Alone, Mrs. Doubtfire, Sixteen Candles, uh... That's all I can remember."

"I vote My Girl."

"Of course it's Tubbo that votes My Girl." Tommy teases.

"What the hell! It's a good movie!" Tubbo defends.

"I vote Amazing Grace and Chuck."

"Ranboo, have you ever seen it?"

"Shut up."

"I vote Mrs. Doubtfire."

"Grayson what the hell even is that. Personally, I think the only good movie is Gremlins."

"You're only watching it because Pheobe Cates is in it!" Grayson argues.

"Am not!"

"How the hell are we gonna choose when we can't even agree?!" Ranboo sighs.

"Can we all agree on The Outsiders?" Tubbo asks.

They all stare at him. "Tubbo. What about that scene? When he's at that place?"

Tubbo sighs. "The Goonies?"

"Eh, no."

"The Sandlot?"

"Yeah! Let's watch that!"

"Agreed!"

"Thank God."

"Alright, we've got our movie. Now eat the food you losers it's probably already cold."

"Shut up, Ranboo."

"Fuck off, Tommy."

Tubbo had the job of making the popcorn. Who gave him that job after he said he might burn the house down? None of them know.

Ranboo had the job of preparing everything. They may have gotten too many blankets but it's fine.

Grayson had the job of getting the movie ready. Why didn't Tommy do it? Who knows.

Tommy didn't have a job. He sat on the couch between Grayson and at least ten blankets.

"Why the hell do we need ten fucking blankets?"

"Shut up, Tommy. Maybe somebody's cold."

"It's fucking summer why the hell would we be cold?"

"I don't know!"

"I'm putting them on the floor." Tommy picks them up.

"I swear to God if you unfold any of them and don't need it I will throw them at you because it took me so long to fold those."

Tommy's eyes widen and he puts them down carefully.

"Thank you."

"Popcorn's ready, come get it, losers."

"Gladly."

Thankfully, Tubbo found bowls that are big enough to fit enough popcorn so they don't have to refill until halfway through a movie. That is if the movie is around an hour.

"Tubbo wait! Don't-" Tubbo freezes, almost hitting the pile of blankets.

"What?"

"Don't knock them over. Ranboo will personally suffocate you with them if you do."

"Vouch," Ranboo says, voice muffled with the popcorn.

"Alright, I found the movie."

"Turn on captions. If it doesn't have captions it sounds like gibberish."

"Aww, how terribly sad that is." Tubbo mocks.

"Shut up or I'll throw my popcorn at you." Tommy grabs a handful of popcorn.

"More popcorn for me, go ahead!" Tubbo holds up his bowl, ready to catch it.

Tommy sighs in frustration. He crosses his arms and leans back on the couch.

They were about halfway through the movie when the door flies open.

"Tom-" Someone yells, but they cut themself off at the sound of the TV.

"Huh?" Tommy pushes Grayson's arms off of his shoulders and walks to the door.

"Oh, there you are, Tommy." Wilbur sighs in relief.

"Wilbur?"

"We need you. Quick. Don't keep Techno waiting." Wilbur starts to walk out the door when Tommy stops him.

"Wilbur wait. Can they all come, too?"

Wilbur looks at them and sighs.

"We'll clean up everything, I swear."

Wilbur sighs again. "Quickly." This time, Wilbur leaves and doesn't get stopped by Tommy.

"Everyone, clean up! We've gotta go!"

"Where are we going?" Ranboo asks.

"I don't know but Tech and Wil are here."

"Ranboo and Tubbo get middle."

"Gray how the hell did you know I liked the backseat?"

"Cause you always want the backseat?"

"Oh. Okay, cool. Now hurry up. Let's go!"

They clean up and quickly file into the car. Techno is in the front, driving, and Wilbur is in the passenger seat. Tubbo and Ranboo share the middle seats and Tommy and Grayson are in the back.

"Tech where are we going?"

"The hospital."

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The minute the car stopped, Tommy opened the trunk -- how did he do from the inside? None of them have a clue -- and ran out, dragging Grayson with him. Grayson grabs Ranboo's sweatshirt and pulled him along as well. Ranboo decided it would be better to pick up Tubbo instead of dragging him, so he picked him up. Wilbur sighs and Techno laughs.

When they got into the hospital, Ranboo set Tubbo down.

"Hello, what's your name?"

"Uh, Tommy."

"Full name, idiot," Tubbo whispers to him.

"Sorry, Tommy Watson."

"Okay, and are you here to see someone?" The receptionist asks.

"Yeah, Phil Watson, my Dad."

"Are you here with your brothers Wilbur and Technoblade?"

"Uh, yeah," Tommy answers before turning to Grayson. "How the hell did they know I have brothers?" He whispers.

"It's a hospital, they need to know everything about you," Grayson whispers back.

"Tommy, answer her question." Ranboo nudges him, getting his attention back.

"What was the question?"

"I asked when you'd like to see him." The receptionist is still sounding happy and not annoyed by Tommy. Tommy wonders, how this receptionist doesn't hate him by now, but he's not sure, but he knows he's being annoying.

"Oh, sorry, probably a few minutes."

"We can let you see him in ten minutes, how is that?"

"That's fine." Techno answers, and the receptionist nods.

"Please wait in the waiting room until we call you up."

"Thank you." Wilbur thanks the receptionist a few more times before they walk to the waiting room.

Tommy lays across all three of his friends, his legs on Tubbo's lap, his back on Ranboo's lap, and his head on Grayson's lap. Grayson plays with Tommy's hair. Wilbur and Techno sit on the opposite side of them all.

"Why." Grayson's not even trying to ask why anymore, he's just saying it and hopes he gets an answer.

"Why not?"

Grayson sighs. "I hate you."

"I wanna watch a musical when we get home."

"Which one?" Ranboo asks.

"I'm feeling A Bronx Tale right now," Tubbo replies.

"Agreed."

"I'd rather not cry, thanks though."

Tommy laughs. "You cried watching A Bronx Tale?" Tommy teases.

"Yeah, and you cried watching Be More Chill." Tommy glares at Grayson while the others laugh.

"Tommy Watson?" A nurse asks, walking in.

"Yeah?"

"Phil is ready to see guests." The nurse tells them the room number.

"Go with your friends, Tommy. We can see him later." Wilbur nods in agreement.

Tommy smiles as a way of thanking them and gets off his friends. They basically run to Phil's room, getting yelled at by at least five nurses in the process.

"Tommy, I thought you'd never be here. Oh, Grayson, Tubbo, and Ranboo, didn't expect to see you guys."

"What happened?"

"Oh, nothing much. I was walking and some kid tripped me with his skateboard and then beat the shit outta me with the skateboard. I mean, the kid was younger than you guys. Probably thirteen or fourteen. They said a few broken bones at most, and I should be outta here in a few days." Phil explains, and Tommy full-on laughs.

"That's the saddest thing I've ever heard." They all laugh.

"I want you to go home and get rest, you still look like shit even after they helped you."

"How the hell did you know?"

"Why else would they be here?"

Tommy huffs and crosses his arms like a child. "Shut up."

"Alright, tell Wil and Techno to bring you home and I'll be home soon."

"Bye, Phil." Tommy hesitates, and when Phil nods, Tommy hugs him.

"C'mon, Tom, you need sleep."

"I don't wanna leave." Tommy can feel Grayson's arms wrap around his waist, and he doesn't try to fight when Grayson picks him up and carries him out, Phil laughing in the background. Grayson moves him into his arms so he's carrying Tommy bridal style -- which is much more comfortable for both of them.

"You ready to leave?" Wilbur asks, not even fazed at the sight of Tommy being carried by Grayson.

"Yeah," Tommy replies.

Techno spins his keys on his finger. "Alright, losers, get in."

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Trauma™

bitch: GUESS WHOS HOME FUCKERS

gray: breaking news :

gray: mourning child finally finds dad

bitch: 

boo: SPEECHLESS

tub: HAHAHA

bitch: i hate you guys

gray: aww thats so sweet <3

boo: <3

tub: <3

bitch: <3

gray: possessed tommy arc ?

boo: LMAOO

bitch: why

tub: you didnt break the heart

bitch: im in a good mood

bitch: i dont feel like it

boo: caring tommy arc ?

bitch has left the group

gray has added TommyInnit to the group

TommyInnit: fuck you

gray has changed TommyInnit's name to dumbass

dumbass: really

dumbass had changed their name to bitch

boo: boo

gray: boo

tub: boo

bitch: ahh

boo: i was booing you

tub: what we were booing you

tub: hey guys wanna go to the park

boo: gladly

bitch: dad just got home , cant

gray: im grounded so i cant either

bitch: ??

gray: luke is a snitch

gray: and told our parents i was out

tub: snitches get stitches

boo: and no bitches

gray: hard vouch

bitch: hard vouch

bitch: but why did your parents care about you being at the hospital with us ?

gray: idfk

gray: but apparently its a big deal and now im grounded

tub: okay im going to the park

boo: same

bitch: have fun

gray: have fun (bullying) /j

tub: ouch wtf grayson

gray: :)

boo: *fallen down starts playing*

gray has deleted two chats

boo: why

gray: no

tub: ranboo are you at the park

boo: do you not see me on the slide

tub: oh i see you now lol

bitch: have fun <3

gray: have fun <3

tub: ofc <3

boo: duh <3 /lh

"RANBOO!" Tubbo hugs them, and they hug back.

"Hi, Tubso."

"Let's go for a walk!" Tubbo grabs his hand and pulls him around the park.

"Hey, Tubbo, don't think about this." Ranboo points at a part of the park. "What do you called that?"

"Call what?" Tubbo moves closer, basically leaning on him to try to figure out what he pointing at.

"That right there."

Tubbo's answer is almost immediate. "Roundabout."

Ranboo dramatically turns their head to look at him. "What?"

"It's called a roundabout, Ranboo."

"It's called a merry-go-round."

"What? No, it's not."

"Yes, it is," Ranboo assures.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Fuck you."

"Okay."

"WHAT?"

"That wAS A JOKE! IT WAS A JOKE!" Tubbo yells, waving his hands frantically.

Ranboo starts laughing, and soon Tubbo is laughing as well.

"Wanna go get some food?"

"Yes, of course."

"Where are we going?" Ranboo asks him, and Tubbo goes silent, trying to think of somewhere.

"Hmm... Maybe we should go to Wendy's or something?"

Ranboo shrugs. "Yeah, sure."

Tubbo smiles. "Cool."

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Trauma™

bitch: CURRENTLY SCREAMING WHAT THE FUCL

gray: oh god what now

bitch: IM GONNA KMS WHY

tub: get on with it

bitch: WILBUR IS GONE

boo: oh my fucking god-

bitch: WHAT THE FUCKKK

gray: he runs away every week

gray: calm down

bitch: BUT HE COMES BACK BY NIGHT

boo: tommy.

boo: wilbur is fine.

bitch: ITS 5AM WHERE IS HE

gray: everyone to tommys house yayy /j /lh

tub: coolio

"Hi, T-" Tommy cuts Grayson off by screaming, "WHAT THE FUCK!" incredibly loudly.

"Hey, we're here, too." Tubbo and Ranboo climb through his window as well.

"Jesus Christ, get some sleep, idiot." Tommy doesn't answer, he stands up and falls onto Grayson, hugging him. Grayson stumbles but catches him and goes to put him on his bed, but Tommy decides he doesn't want to let go. Grayson smiles and shakes his head. He lays beside the blond, letting him grab his sweatshirt.

Tubbo and Ranboo sit at the end of the bed, and Tommy holds out one of his hands to the other, and they join the cuddle.

"You guys are the best. I love you all." Tommy mumbles into Grayson's sweatshirt.

"We love you too, Tommy," Grayson answers, running his fingers through Tommy's hair.

Tommy smiles, and even though the others can't see it, they know he's smiling. He falls asleep a few minutes later. Ranboo falls asleep next, and then Tubbo, and lastly, Grayson falls asleep after making sure everyone was comfortable and asleep.

Phil and Techno "accidentally" saw them, but that's for them to know, not the others.

When Tommy woke up, he didn't bother trying to push them away and say he's a "big man who doesn't need anyone" because he's so comfortable. He simply smiled and went back to sleep.

When Wilbur got back from his friend's house, he was going to try and scare Tommy when he got back, but he saw the other three and how calm it was, and he left the room.

But then Wilbur got bored and scared all of them.

Ranboo and Tubbo screamed, Grayson almost punched him, and Tommy had no reaction. He's gotten used to Wilbur scaring him. Wilbur laughed at them, and Phil immediately came up to Tommy's room and scolded Wilbur while Wilbur laughed.

"Tommy didn't even react!"

"I've gotten used to it by now."

"I'm assuming this happens every day."

"Yeah."

"Damn, double homicide."

Tubbo starts laughing. "What?" Tubbo asks, still laughing.

"Wanna watch a movie?" Ranboo asks.

"Yes."

"I already have an idea." Ranboo stops, and they all stare at him.

"Well... What is it?" Tommy asks.

"Have you heard of the movie Luca?"

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Trauma™

gray: BIG NEWS GUYS

boo: oh no

tub: im scared

bitch: OH MY GOD

bitch: WHAT IS IT

gray: i want to punch luke in the face

boo: called it

tub: fucking hell

bitch: be there in a sec

boo: FUCKING

tub: HELL

bitch: you idiots are coming along

boo: tommy its 3am

bitch: fuck you

tub: thats my platonic boyfriend

tub: fuck off

gray: and thats my best friend

boo: jesus fucking christ

bitch: oh my fucking god

tub: i will punch you in the face

gray: not if i punch you first

tub: im gonna kill you istg

gray: do it

gray: you wont

tub: bet

tub: bitch

bitch: hey hey hey

boo: whoa whoa whoa

boo: tubbo whoa-

bitch: lets not do that

gray: yeah but i want to die

bitch: im here

bitch: im climbing through your window

gray: YOU GOT MUD ON THE CARPET

boo: HAHAHAHDSJKFDS

tub: DESERVED LMAO

boo: TUBBO

tub: SHUT UP

boo: were here

tub: yeah loser

"Hey, how are we?" Ranboo asks, stepping through the window. He climbs up onto the top bunk.

"I want to kill Luke and myself."

Tommy shoves him onto his bed. "No, bitch."

"I will gladly kill you." Tubbo shrugs.

"Stop-" Ranboo starts before being cut off.

"Fuck you." Tommy crosses his arms.

"Kinky." Tubbo replies calmly.

"TUBBO!" Ranboo scolds.

"Sorry, I guess." Tubbo shrugs, sitting in the chair in the corner.

"Guys, this isn't helping Grayson at all." Tommy reminds, sitting down and hugging him.

"Yeah, well, you forced me to be here, so I-"

"Tubbo, if you say another mean thing, I will shove pencils into your mouth and then duct tape your mouth closed."

Tubbo crosses his arms, challenging Ranboo.

"No." Ranboo jumps down, towering over him.

"Tubbo." Tubbo sighs.

"Fine. Sorry."

"Thank you." Ranboo sits down again.

"Why is Tubbo in such a pissy mood?" Grayson asks.

"Dad's drunk again." Ranboo says.

"No-" Tubb starts.

"When is your dad not drunk?" Tommy asks and Tubbo rolls his eyes.

"Okay, but, not just that. Also because I don't want to be here, I want to be at home, in my bed, watching South Park again."

"TV over there, top bunk's open. Go ahead." Tubbo smiles and climbs up to the top bunk with Ranboo.

"So, Gray, what happened with Luke?" Tommy asks as the two lay next to each other.

"Basic, everyday stuff. Yelled at me, punched me, you know?"

"Punched you?!" Tommy asks, concerned, sitting up.

"Just my arm, doesn't matter." Grayson shrugs. The South Park theme song starts to play from the TV.

"No, that matters. That's not okay."

"And what are we gonna do about it? My parents don't care, Luke doesn't care, what the fuck are we gonna do?"

"You can come live with me." Grayson sits up.

"Really?"

"Of course. You're my best friend." Grayson hugs him, knocking them over.

"You're the best."

"You guys should get some sleep." Ranboo states from the top bunk.

"You too, idiots." Tommy says.

"We will. We're watching South Park, though." Tubbo says calmer than before. The show obviously calmed down.

"Jesus Christ." Grayson mumbles.

Tommy and Grayson do fall asleep, and eventually Tubbo does as well. Ranboo, being the mom friend, tucked everyone in and turned off the TV.

The next morning, the three wake up to someone banging on the door. Grayson was already awake and quickly locked the door. He holds up some suitcases and nods to the backpack.

"Grayson, let me in!" The doorknob twists just slightly, yet the door doesn't open. Nobody answers Luke.

"Let's go. I can't stay here any longer, it's torture." The four teens exit the room through the window. Once the window closes, the banging stops.

"What's with all the stuff, Gray?"

"Moving in with me." Tommy throws his arm around Grayson's shoulder.

"What?" The other two ask, confused.

"Yeah. That place is the definition of torture. And Toms offered."

"Oh, uh... Hope it's fun?" Ranboo says, a questioning tone at the end since he doesn't know what to say.

"Hopefully it is, I've never really been over for a really long time."

"His house is super cool. He's got a trampoline, you know." Tubbo says, knowing exactly what's in Tommy's backyard from how long they've been friends.

"Really?"

"Oh yeah, trampoline, pool, all the stuff that made you cool in first grade." Ranboo and Tommy snicker, but Grayson's eyes go wide in awe.

"Holy shit, that's amazing."

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"Apparently, Tubbo wasn't lying when he said Tommy has a cool ass backyard."

"Duh."

The teens stare at Tommy's huge backyard. Grayson drops his bags to the grass in shock.

"It's gotta fit three immature children, y'know?"

"No, no, I actually don't know." They all start laughing.

Tommy starts coughing trying to stop laughing. "Gray, oh my god, you idiot!"

"Ah, yes, 'tis me, idiot." They all giggle and laugh.

"Oh my god."

"Okay, Grayson, follow me, you're putting everything in my bedroom."

"Yeah, okay." Grayson picks up his bags, but Ranboo and Tubbo take two of the three from him.

Tommy leads them to his room upstairs.

"Now what is this?"

"Spare room. My room is down the hall."

"Awesome."

"You can put whatever you want in here. Hang any posters, put stickers on the walls, pin some papers, I don't care. You could even paint the room if you wanted to. As long as you don't destroy something."

"I won't, bitch."

Tommy rolls his eyes. "Literally so uncalled for but okay." He attempts to frown to stop himself from laughing.

Grayson starts to snicker. "Yeah, okay, Tommy."

Ranboo and Tubbo stand there, looking between the two, giggling.

The next day, Grayson's room was filled with posters, pictures, and LED lights. The lights were set to purple, his favorite color. Grayson is laying upside down at the end of his bed, Tommy was leaning against Grayson's pillows and (at least) fifteen stuffed animals, Ranboo and Tubbo are chilling in the bean bags in the corner beside his bed.

"Okay, guys, I have a confession to make."

"This isn't confession time, Grayson." Tubbo rolls his eyes at Tommy. "Sorry, sorry. What is it, Gray?"

"This might make everything really awkward, but I just realized that using he/him pronouns are just so weird."

The other three look at each other with the same confused expression. "...What?"

"Like, to me, it's just weird."

"Okay, so, what does this mean exactly?" Tubbo asks.

Grayson shrugs. "I don't know."

"Okay, so, what do you want us to call you?"

"Uh... I don't know."

"Gray, c'mon, we need some sort of answer."

"Uh... they."

"They?" Ranboo asks.

"Yeah, they," Grayson confirms with a nod.

"Okay. Are you gonna tell anyone else?"

Grayson pauses. "Probably Tommy's family, cause, y'know, I'm living here now. I think that's it."

"Oh. Okay. Well, Gray, do you still want us to call you something else or..?" Tubbo trails off, letting them answer.

"No, calling me Gray and Grayson are fine."

"So what does this mean?"

"I'm... Nonbinary?"

"Alright. Now that that's done with, who wants to play Monopoly?"

They all start talking over each other. Ranboo can make out, "Who the fuck plays Monopoly?", "Why the fuck would we play Monopoly?", and "Nobody plays fucking Monopoly, Ranboo!" but he can't tell who said it.

Once they're done yelling, Ranboo asks, "Would you rather I steal your gender or your fake money?"

The other three look over at each other. "Money." They agree, nodding.

"Then let's go play some Monopoly."

"Let's play Sorry after. I love hitting the people off the board, it's so funny."

"Tubbo, why the fuck are you so violent?"

"Cause Schlatt's my dad. Duh."

"You really shouldn't have asked, Toms."

"Shove off, Grayson."

"That's the most British thing I've ever heard you say."

"I- Wha- Okay."

"I swear to god if Ranboo wins this round I'm gonna kill myself."

"Tubbo, don't do that. You'll never have a chance of winning if you're dead."

"Good point, blonde boy."

"If you call me that again, I'll kill you."

"Hot."

Ranboo sighs at him. "What the fuck, Tubbo."

Tubbo smirks. "I'm not apologizing." He shakes his head, pressing his lips into a line.

Grayson rolls their eyes. "Of course you're not."

Tommy shakes his head. "I just wanna play Sorry at this point."

"After this round, we'll play Sorry," Tubbo promises.

"FUCK YEAH!" Tommy cheers.

"Shut up, Tommy."

"Shut up, Grayson."

"You're the reason I want to die."

"No, don't, I'll miss you."

"Yeah, okay, loser."