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Canker Sore Conversations

  "Ow." I groaned to myself I started the stream.

  The chat shot into action, happy, excited, all wanting to be first. I gave a smile before immediately wincing in pain.

  "Hi Chat! Fuck... sorry, I have a canker sore right now. It's a mouth ulcer, it hurts like hell but it'll be gone in a week. I promised I'd stream today, so here I am." I felt the flames of pain licking up my cheek, already regretting my decision.

 Suddenly, I got a call from Cooper.

  "Hey Cooper, what's up?" My words sounded janky and strange as I favored the other side of my mouth.

  "Hey Y/N, the fucks up with your mouth?" He commented on my strange speaking style.

  "Canker sore."

  "Oh that sucks."

  "Hey Coop, entertain my chat while I get some Chamomile tea to help this."

  "But Y/N I'm your enemy-"

  "Thanks. See you in a minute."

  I understood perfectly well that Cooper didn't just call me. He came to bring news, war invitations, and other important information. But my mouth hurt like a bitch and he would have to suck it up.

   I came back into my room brewing tea in a giant green mug. As I slipped on my headphones I heard more than one voice.

   "You didn't tell them?" A brisk voice complained.

   "They just... left! What was I supposed to do?" Cooper complained back.

   A high pitched voice laughed, "Really?"

   "You could have told them not to leave!" Another person spoke.

   "Stop being so hard on him, Y/N apparently just got up and went. He didn't have a choice." A man said.

   "Without looking at profile pictures," I butted in, "Schlatt, Travis, Connor, Wilbur."

   "Pfft. That was easy. You talk to us often." Schlatt tapped on his desk.

   "It counts. The fuck you want? Ouch!" I reacted to the pain in my cheek.

   "Wha-" Wilbur started.

   "Canker sore." Cooper and I said in unison.

   "Whatever! We're bored, we want to advance the story." Travis stated.

   "We're not scripting something." Connor added.

   "This is a warning. Someone is soon to betray you." Schlatt tried to be ominous.

   "Got your facts mixed up Schlatty-boy. That happened like a FUCK! week ago." I was so sick of speaking, and we were fifteen minutes in.

   "It'll happen again."

   "Pogchamp." I just wanted to speak as little as possible.

   "Why are you being so calm about this?" Cooper asked.

   "You know why? Because my mouth fucking hurts, ouch, and I put numbing solution on it, and I fucking, ouch, missed! And now half my mouth is numb! I'm just, fuck!, in a lot of pain, and I don't give two shits." I burst out, the pain seeping from my cheek.

   "Sorry." I added.

   "It's fine. Try icing it." Connor sighed.

   "Thanks man. Go have fun plotting my demis- fucks sake- e." I rubbed my cheek, only to find that it made the pain excruciatingly worse.

   "Hey there's a lot of people in this call, what's up?" Sneeg entered the call.

   "My mouth hurts." I said absentmindedly.

   "Wh-" Sneeg started.

   "Canker sore." Everyone said in unison. 

   "Anyways, these bastards said that someone in the Diamonds are going to betray us soon." I explained.

   "But didn't that happen-"

   "We know." Everyone said once again in unison.

   "It's happening again!" Travis smiled.

   "Pogchamp." Sneeg nodded.

   "That's what I said! Ouch." I gave a singular clap.

   "Whatever. We're going." Schlatt bit.

   "We are? I though we-" Wilbur interrupted.

   "Doesn't matter." Connor groaned and left the call, along with everyone excluding Cooper.

   "Hey Coop!" Sneeg said warmly.

   "Keep an eye on Poke."

   "Wha-"

   And then he was gone.

   "My mouth hurts."

   "Y/N Cooper just told us that Poke was the traitor."

   "I'm not in the mood for this."

   "We have to watch Poke! He could be the traitor!"

   "Ouch. I'm ending my stream."

   "Y/N!"

   "Fine. Let's go hang out with Poke."

   I called Poke, and did a spin in my chair waiting for him to pick up, trying to duck around the cord on my headphones.

   "What's up?" His voice greeted me.

   "Nothing much, are you the traitor?"

   "What?"

   "Oh wait, Sneeg's not in the call yet."

   Sneeg then entered, his profile picture popping up next to mine.

   "Hey guys!" I could hear his smile.

   "Hey Sneeg! Poke, ouch, are you the traitor?"

   "Why'd you say ouch?" Pokay questioned.

   "Canker sore." Sneeg groaned, "A little finesse please Y/N?"

   "My mouth hurts. I know nothing but pain."

   "Have they always been like this?" Pokay asked Sneeg.

   "Nah, they're just in pain and I guess losing all conversation skills."

   "It hurts to speak, why waste time beating, FUCK, around the bush?"

   "Can't argue with that. But, I'm not the traitor."

   "Cool, can I leave?"

   "Y/N no! That doesn't clear up anything."

   "He said he wasn't."

   "He could have been lying!"

   "I'm right here." Poke sighed.

   "Sneeg man, this is stupid. If we accuse our best friends, we aren't going to get, ow, anywhere. We should believe Poke on his word, as we don't have any real proof that he's lying."

   "But Cooper-" Sneeg pouted.

   "What our enemy said? If we believe the word of an enemy over the word of a friend, we're doomed to lose."

   "Thank you!" Poke shouted.

   "You know, you're right Y/N. You said that really well."

   "I just want to lay down and drink Chamomile tea."

    (A/N: This isn't a self insert, my mouth is just killing me and I thought it would be funny to implant it into the story.)