𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 , 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐲

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Thirty-seven
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Tw: funerals

"funerals are one of the worst things ever—why can people just die and that's it?" Ollie exclaimed, "why did my parents want a funeral!"

Wednesday had passed easily, now there was only a couple hours before the so called 'ceremony'.

"exactly" I agree, "they're so unnecessary, we just sit for hours and talk about people that are dead!"

"its going to be one of the most awkward things ever—half of the people there will be coworkers that I barely knew"

"we'll be there" Tommy nudged her,

"these rando's are going to try and console me" she rolled her eyes, "grimy ass people that think they're my friends"

"L" Ranboo snickered,

"im still mad you're not wearing the pink suit" Ollie scoffed, starting to put on eyeliner.

"If it makes you feel better, im literally cosplaying myself at your parents funeral" Ranboo stated, he had already been in his suit.

Ollie laughs, "yes that makes me feel so much better—does anyone know if there'll there be alcohol at this?"

"you are not going to get wasted at your parents funeral" Wilbur warns,

"now that I think about it—that's a pretty bad idea" She concluded.

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a/n: if you didn't already know, cad's worst enemy is describing clothes, the day cad thinks she did a good job describing clothes is the day she dies.

But don't fret, we're bringing back the women in suits !!! (pictures will be at the end of chapter)

"look at me and my blazer, it has pockets!" Ollie smiled happily.

"11/10, we look hot, per usual" I nod, "I love pockets so f*cking much"

"pockets are superior to everything else ever created" Tubbo agreed.

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"here we go gang, Tommy your job is to stop me every time I start laughing" Ollie chuckled as we walked out of her house, "I will laugh a lot"

"I don't think that's healthy" Tubbo exclaimed,

"I never said I was healthy in the first place" she said as the group got in the car.

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"game plan, don't act like we roleplay on a Minecraft server every day and get money from it" Ollie whispered as the group walked to the funeral hall,

"but we do roleplay on a Minecraft sever every day and get money from it—" Ranboo whispered back,

"how do we act?" Tubbo asked in panic,

"I don't know! Maybe like lawyers? My mom was a paralegal assistant—Big Q how do lawyers act?"

"I don't f*cking know!" Alex whisper yelled,

"im asking you this because you're technically a lawyer—" Ollie held out her hands in defense.

"British accents sound smart right?" I added, "Wilbur sound very British and we're good"