Bus Money // Troublemaker!Bench Trio // DSMP

11. Intrusive Thoughts

:D [[ I'm writing on my friend's computer cause my mom is making me delete Wattpad on my phone. So updates will be much MUCH slower. Sorry :/ But, thank you all for so much support! You guys are keeping me alive /srs. Also ig you guys can have a wholesome chapter... welllllllll]]

5:56 PM, five days after last chapter,

[[Toby's POV]]

     "I may have burnt the popcorn." Tom and I looked over at Ry, "How the hell do you burn popcorn?" "Wellllll-" Rylan started, "Did you forget?" He nodded. I groaned, "I told you that I should have made it." "It was his turn to cook! And you can't read the directions!," Tommy argued back. "Hey hey hey leave my reading skills out of this!" Tommy snickered, "It's the truth, man!" "Shut up!" I felt someone grab me from behind and pick me up, Rylan. "I'm going to turn you both into the burnt popcorn if you don't stop shouting." 

     "I'LL SHOUT LOUDER IF YOU WANT!," Tommy shouted. Rylan slowly moved his gaze onto Tommy, Ry dropped me and rolled from the back of the couch onto Tom, "GET OFF ME SLENDERMAN!" "Y'all hear something?," Rylan chuckled. Tommy started to try to kick Rylan off him, "I know you can hear me, mask man!" Rylan looked at Tommy, "OHHH HEY, I didn't see you there!" "Not funny," Tommy grumbled, finally being able to push Ry off.

     "Anyways, how the hell did you burn popcorn?," I re-asked. Ry sat up, "Like I said, I forgot." "I think you got brain damage, man.," Tommy said, peaking over the side of the couch. The mask man shrugged, "How would I know?" 

7:31 PM,

     "Hey Ken! I was thinking about going back to school and start a career!," I said in a high pitched voice, trying to contain my laughter. "Nonsense, Barbie! You're staying home and having my kids!," Tommy stammered. Ry then walked into the room, "What the hell are you two doing-?" Tommy and I looked at him, "Playing systematic oppression." Ry stared at us, obviously confused. He sat on the floor next to us, he then picked up one of the extra dolls, "Can I be the trans daughter?" "Sure!," I smiled.

9:59 PM,

[[Tommy's POV]]

     "Never have I eveeeerrrr.. wore a pair of perscripted glasses that were for youself," I asked. I saw Ry slowly put a finger down [[blindboo]]. "YOU NEED GLASSES!?," I yelled. "No defiantly not," Ry said sarcastically. "HAHA BLINDBOO!," Toby and I shouted, "Where did you get the Boo part from-?" "The first time Toby read your name, they thought it said 'Ranboo'." "I don't even remember that happening," Rylan said. Toby scooted over to Rylan and he whispered loudly, "Memory boy." "Good lord- I am not Memor-" Toby cut him off, "We could make an entire TV documentary series about how many times you forgot something simple." Ry sat silent, "I could make a documentary about how many times the two of you bullied me." 

     I snickered, "I could make a reality TV show on how American you are." Rylan slowly looked at me, "I am American." "That's a shame, man." "Once again, more bullying!" Toby and I laughed, "Anywaysssss......... when are we going to see your glasses?," Toby asked obnoxiously. Ry groaned, "I haven't wore them since I was in middle school. And it's not like I would still have them anyways." "Well what happened to them?," Toby asked, trying to be annoying. Ry's expression seemed to change, "They broke." [[ *I can't handle change animatic starts playing*]]. "Clumsyboo," Toby smiled.