𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏 𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐂 ║ 𝐌𝐂𝐘𝐓 𝐅𝐓. 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐃

going pink

# 🍩-𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕-𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎

        "(y/n), do you have twitter?" tommy suddenly asked. him, fundy, niki, and (y/n) all were on the floor, inside of a shabby-looking tent. last night, they all had a sleepover in the living room without the others knowing, and none of them bothered to take down the fort.

        (y/n) rolled over so they were on their back. they held their cards above them, fanning them out. "i don't believe i do. why?"

        "i can see your cards." tommy set down a draw four, and then (y/n) placed another draw four on top of it. fundy almost quit the game. "blue. (y/n), how do you feel about making an account?"

        "eh...  i've heard a lot about twitter, and none of it's been good things. lots of drama, huh?"

        "yeah, but, like... it's good sometimes! like when i tweet. that's always good."

        fundy scoffed, placing down four skips. "99% of your tweets are you trying to get ariana grande to notice you, and the other 1% is just you screaming at tubbo."

        "tubbo has a twitter? downloading right now."

        "favoritism," tommy muttered, shaking his head. he set down a blue one. "uno."

        "draw two." 

        "i have three draw twos," niki stated. "can i place all of them down?"

        "yes, absolutely."

        "uno. i win!"

        tommy smacked his last card down in anger, standing up. "AWWW GOD FUCKIN' DAMMIT! I NEVER WIN UNO! THIS GAME IS FUCKING RIGGED, I TELL YOU."

        from the other room, wilbur shouted, "shut up, i'm streaming!"

        "WILBUR, I'M GRIEVING!"

        (y/n) slipped away from the chaos, walking to the bathroom, just to check on their appearance. without a second thought, they opened the door.

        techno stood in front of the mirror, holding something. he slowly turned to face (y/n). their eyes flickered from his face to the box he was holding. a grin slowly broke out on their face.

        "need some help, techno?"

        all he did was nod, albeit a little sheepishly.

        fundy looked at the timer on his phone. he'd set a timer, sometime along the lines, just to see how long (y/n) had been in the bathroom. they'd almost hit the hour mark. he was lowkey starting to get concerned. was (y/n) dead? unlikely, but the kid was very unpredictable. god knows what they could be doing.

        despite the protests, he got up, leaving the game of monopoly he, tubbo, tommy, and wilbur were playing. he walked towards the bathroom. 

        when he reached the door, he, like the gentlemen he was, knocked. nothing. silence. he went to grab the door handle, but it moved.

        the door opened, and he was met face-to-face with techno, now with pink hair instead of his usual dirty blond. (y/n), behind techno, gave two thumbs up, smiling brightly.

        "i-" fundy had no words. he honestly looked great. 

        tubbo turned the corner, his eyes hitting fundy and then drifting to techno. "fundy! why did you just lea- oh my."