Perfect Family

Chapter Eight: Dinner

[Edited]

TW: mention of shouting, food, eating food (not into much discription), shoving

-Tubbo's POV-

"Boys! Dinner!" Phil shouted upstairs and for the first time. But this time I didn't flinch. Hmm. I think I might just be finally warming up to these people. Maybe I'm starting to feel safe in this house. I mean it wouldn't hurt to stretch out the time that I would be staying here. They seem like the kind of people that wouldn't care and it's not like I have anywhere else to go. Phil doesn't seem like he would mind. Especially with all of the stuff he got me recently. He wouldn't want it to all go to waste. Right?

Wilbur and Techno came hurdling down the stairs, taking at least three at a time, ready for food and trying to get the first bits of it before it was all gone, seeing that Tommy and I were already downstairs in the kitchen.

"Unfortunatly I didn't have enough time to bring home dinner, or go shopping for anything to make dinner, or have time to make it. So tonight we will be having pizza for dinner." Phil explained the situation to us as we sat down around the table waiting to get the que for when we could all jump up and grab outselves a slice from the large selection of: cheese, pepperoni, pinapple (apparently Techno wouldn't let them have Hawiien. Probably the ham), granny and eggplant. 

This whole free for all food thing is weird for me. You see, I'm just not used to eating like this. Usually I am the one that serves others during dinner and had never really had a free for all dinner before. 

Well, I might have . . . before everything happened. But I don't remember very much from before.

"Go ahead." Phil told us, reconising out waiting expressions. Tommy, Techno and Wilbur all jumped up immidiatly. 

But I waited.

I had a plan.

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Let the Battle of the Pizza comense.

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All there was, was a blur of shoving eachother out of the way, while Phil and I stepped back and let them do their thing. Normally, I would have just waited and let them get their food and then go in and grab myself some pizza. But today, I finally realised that I am going to have to step up. I can't let people push me into being submissive. 

Today, I was going to fight back.

As they were climbing on top of eachother in search of food, I crept around to the other side of the counter where the food was layed out. I grabbed a plate and started grabbing pizza. I was only going to grab a slice of pinapple and pepperoni and get out of there as fast as I could, but sadly that's not what happened.

As I started trying to pull pepperoni slice away from the rest of the so far untouched pie, when all of the cheese slid off, not wanting to come with. 

They all snapped their heads up and stared at me.

Fuck.

Now I'm a part of this.

I thought that they were all going to come at me, but instead, Tommy took the pause as a chance to try and get his own pizza. Luckily for me, they turned away from me and took Tommy as more of a threat.

Grabbing the cheese and pepperoni that was supposed to come with my slice, and grabbed my slice of pinapple before they noticed that I was taking more pizza and hurried around the mess and back to the kitchen table to eat my food while they fought. But as I pulled the chair out from under the table, it made a loud screching noise that I immidiately cringed at. Again, they paused. This timed Tommy was succesful with using the pause to his advantice, and took the rest of the pepperoni pizza that had only been touched by me and ran probably back to his room.

"What. The. Fuck." Wilbur deadpanned. Now Techno taking the chance, grabbed his own three slices of just pineapple and also ran he also probably went to his room to play minecraft.

Grumbling something under his breath Wilbur took one slice of everything, and still grumbling as he stomped his way upstairs, left me and Phil.

Phil walked over to the counter and grabbed a slice of plain and a slice of pineapple, leaving the rest out and open for if anyone wanted seconds. Or a midnight snack.

By the time Phil came back to the table, I was already halfway through eating my slice of pepperoni. Man this was going to suck later.

Phil pulled the wooden chair out from under the table, lifting it up off of the floor as he did so as to not make a loud screeching noise and attacked his pizza almost franticly.

Phil and I gobbled down our pizza in silence. Not akward silence. A comfotable silence.

It was nice.

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 As always,

SMASH THAT VOTE BUTTON LIKE I SMASHED YOUR MOTHER LAST NIGHT! 

It's free and if you change your mind, you can undo it at any time.

Have a great night or day, and go drink some water and eat something if you haven't yet. Please.

Sorry for the filler chapter but I couldn't just skip dinner. In the future, if I skip over dinner, dinner would just basically be this.

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Chapter Seven: Dinner!

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