i know you care for me ☼ tubbo

,~' 7

i woke up on the couch with a thin quilt blanket covering me. i looked around and saw that the kitchen light was the only light that was on.

did i... why did I fall asleep on the couch? i questioned. i remembered that me and george had watched karate kid last night, and i fell asleep halfway through. i must've slept through almost the whole night.

that movie was sick, though. truly, a cinematic masterpiece.

i tried to reach around for my phone, but realized that it was in the kitchen. i dragged myself off of the couch and walked over to the kitchen.

i turned the phone on, a wave of blinding light hitting my face. "jesus christ." i murmured. it was 3 am. i sighed. i wouldn't be able to fall back asleep again, and it's too late to do anything.

i walked up to my room and pulled up twitch on my pc. tubbo was streaming? at 3 in the morning? that's weird.

i opened his stream up and saw that he was playing with someone called ranboo. alice talked about him constantly, but i didn't really listen to her rambles.

ranboo and tubbo were funny together and so i continued on watching the stream for a few minutes. i decided to make a donation.

cloudy donated £9

yo tubster, go to sleep.
- gogys sister

tubbo saw the donation and laughed. "absolutely not, i will not go to bed, y/n. in fact, i will go to bed at 4:30 just to spite you." he said with a mischievous grin, still giggling.

"what are you laughing at, tubbo?" ranboo asked.

"hh, just this girl who donated to me." tubbo responded casually. my eyes widened as i realized where this conversation would go.

"a girl? hm. is she pretty? do you like her?" ranboo asked. i knew that he was grinning while saying that.

tubbo's cheeks flushed. "ranboob, stop."

"WHY DOES EVERYONE CALL ME RANBOOB! AHHHHHHHH!" ranboo yelled. i laughed and made another donation.

cloudy donated £7

tell ranboob that my best friend is obsessed with him and talks about him constantly
- gogy's sister
P.S. am i pretty... you never answered the question lmao

his face went pale when he finished reading the donation. then a cloud of bright pink blush covered his face.

"okay, moving on. ranboo, y/n said that her best friend is obsessed with you and talks about you constantly." his eyes strayed from the computer screen, excited for ranboo's answer. he knew that ranboo tended to get flustered over compliments like that.

"uh... thanks? i- um, you- okay. i-i'm gonna stop talking now." tubbo burst into laughter. i did too.

"but you never did answer the pretty question, tubbo." ranboo responded after finally pulling himself together. "yes yes yes yes yes." i talked to myself.

"MR BOO! she's gogy's sister! i'm not going to answer the question! he would kill me with either answer." tubbo responded to ranboo's statement. i nodded my head in agreement. george would probably kill tubbo for calling me pretty or for not calling me pretty. george was overprotective like that.

"alright, alright. i just wanted to make sure that your husband wouldn't get cheated on." ranboo's voice went higher than usual. it was obvious that he was trying to not burst into the biggest fit of laughter ever.

"oh my god. no, gogy's sister isn't going to threaten our marriage mr. boo."

"first of all, why do you keep calling me mr. boo? second, who knows? you could get a divorce with me and then marry her." ranboo responded smugly.