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[tubbo + tommy] hate me [p]

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prompt?  || enemies on stream, friends off stream

PLATONIC FRIENDSHIP

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"I would so kill you right now if you were on the SMP," Tommy snarls, and you roll your eyes with such vigor that your stream chat clearly knows a fight is brewing.

"Ha. Like you could kill me. Tubbo's got more of a chance than you do." You look to the third person in the call, who's staring intensely at his computer screen.

Tubbo's been working on a build that he says will "change the SMP as we know it." If that doesn't read off PvP avoider, you don't know what does.

"Oh, but Tubbo sucks at Minecraft." Tommy whines, running a hand through his hair.

"Excuse me?" Tubbo replies, looking over to the camera. Tommy starts laughing nervously, and you want to wheeze at the two going at it again.

The three of you were major rivals; you, pledging your faith to anarchy and joining Techno in his schemes, Tubbo, a major government official, falling out with Tommy after he accidentally took away one of his husbands' lives, and Tommy being.. the annoying brat that he's always been.

It was a perfect triangle of hate.

"Tubbo, I'm sure he didn't mean it." You mock, resting your head on your hand. Tubbo scowls at Tommy one last time before going back to his build.

"What are you even doing, Turbo?" Tommy coughs out, drinking a sip of coke.

"Turbo? Like that snail?" You shoot in.

"I'm building something, as I've told you multiple times, Tommy."

"No need to be sassy. God, that Ranboo man really has f!cked you up. You'll never be the same."

You raise your eyebrows and watch chat loose it. Tubbo's silent for an awkward minute, and Tommy looks as if he regrets it. Even though it is roleplay.

"At least someone cares for me." Tubbo mutters, continuing to click on his mouse. Tommy's the one to freeze this time. "And what if I have changed? I'm tired of being known only as Tommy's friend. I want to be known as something that has value."

"So being my friend isn't a value?"

"Not here. There's way too many things I can think of that's more valuable."

"Wh- What?" Tommy sounds a little hurt- serves him right- and you silently hold back a smile. Although they are the epitome of best friends off stream, it's still funny to watch them go at each other like elementary schoolers.

"You heard me." The silence that follows is excruciatingly painful, and you silently log in to the SMP.

"So Tommy, what've you been up to?" You ask, directing away from the situation.

"I'm collecting wood, b!tch."

"Okay. Can I help?"

"Why would you want to help me?" His tone is defensive and full of distrust; you simply shrug off his unwelcoming mood.

"I don't know, maybe cause I'm trying to make small talk because it's awkward in here?" You blink coolly, waiting for a response.

"I don't need your help. And blame Tubbo for that problem, not me."

"I-" Tubbo makes an angry noise and leaves the call, as well as the server. You sigh dramatically, though it's not something you're entirely upset about.

"Now you've done it, Tommy. Per usual."

"Oh don't start with me I will burn down your house and-" his voice cuts out as you leave the call, and you immediately put on a smile for chat.

"Sorry guys, but I think I'll end here. Two hours seems solid enough. Goodbye babes, have a nice night." You hit the end stream button and take off your headphones, sighing. Now off to edit for the YouTube channel so the VOD gets posted there.

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Three hours later, you get a message from Tommy to hop back in the VC. It's a normal routine everyone has gotten into; after streams you mess around and act more like yourselves other than the face you have to put on for entertainment.

"Heyy," you say, entering the call. Tommy and Tubbo are laughing like a bunch of drunks, and Tubbo's about ready to fall out of his chair.

"Hi-" Tommy wheezes out, doubling over and catching his breath. Tubbo inhales much more deeply than he should've, which sets off a cascade of more laughter.

"Good to see you two made up," you tease, kicking up your feet onto the desk. Tubbo stops laughing and playfully raises his eyebrows.

"Tommy, you never did apologize for what you said. It hurt man." He puts on a pouting face.

"Oh my god. I'm soooo sorry Tubbo, it will never happen again." Tommy slaps his hand over his mouth, as if in surprise.

"That's what I thought. Now, who's up to play Bedwars?" Tubbo suggests, sitting up in his chair.

"I thought we were playing Skywars tonight!" Tommy yells.

"And I thought we were playing Build Battle." You cross your arms.

"And there's another fight started because of Tubbo." Ranboo, who has just joined the call, says mockingly.

"Oh shut up, prick. Who even invited you?" Tommy sighs. "Oh wait, I did. Shit."

"Yeah you did. Now, we're playing Skywars, losers."

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*undeads self*

yeah I'm back
hope your day is going well friends