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ʀᴇsᴛ ɪɴ ᴘᴏɢ, ᴊᴜɪᴄᴇ

"𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵, 𝗶𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗸!"

▂ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ █ RIP juice █ ▇ ▆ ▅ ▄ ▂

an alarm beeped.

it continued.

a crash.

followed by a loud curse.

"SHIT!"

it was tommy.

"y/n!"

but she still stayed asleep.

pounding feet running towards her room like thunderous skies.

a bang, the door hit the wall. denting the wall even more than the other times.

"y/n! wake up! time for school and i kinda spilt juice..."

a groan.

"tommy. just because i told you where the key is, doesn't mean you need to have the feeling to come into my house to wake me up. everyday. since middle school."

"it is clearly an invitation. now get up, or ranboo and tubbo will come and cause even more ruckus."

"eh, screw 'em."

"i'll drag you out and to hell if you don't get up."

"i don't have pants."

"has that stopped me before? plus tubbo will come and start jumping on your bed."

she jumped up straight away, rushing around to get ready.

last time tubbo jumped on her bed, she had to buy a new one and ranboo was in the hospital with a concussion.

and it's not that tommy was a weirdo, no. he literally felt like y/n's biological sibling, and that seeing her pant less was a normal thing. he was her best friend, he obviously didn't care what she wore as long as she was comfortable.

she went to her bathroom while tommy was still trying to talk to her.

"what about the orange juice?!"

"get the mop!"

so when y/n finished brushing her teeth, she saw tommy sobbing on the floor, clutching a mop to his chest while he laid next to spilt juice.

it was laughable.

"tommy...why?"

"the poor juice man! seeing my reflection in the remains of what was supposed to be the only hydration i got today was heartbreaking!"

"i- whatever. go grab your bag and i'll mop this up."

he sluggishly walked to the living room while the juice was disposed of. as soon as that finished, ranboo and tubbo walked through the door.

"good morning sluts!"

"tubbo!"

"what?" he asked, genuinely confused at ranboo's reaction.

"never mind. y/n, give me a bagel."

"get it yourself, i'm leaving."

she grabbed her bag, making her way to the door while ranboo raided her pantry.

"why are you in a rush?"

"i've got homework to do in homeroom, and it's due in my first period."

"first period? that's... mr. a's class right?"