⌜ ➳ 𝖢𝖠𝖫𝖫 𝖬𝖤 𝖡𝖠𝖢𝖪. ⌟ ʀᴀɴʙᴏᴏ

➩ 𝐈'𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄..

"ᴏʜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ.."

Ranboo groaned, his friends laughing at his very own demise; jokingly of course, "LET'S GOOOOO" Tubbo chanted eagerly; flailing his arms excitedly in the air.

"THAT GAME WAS SO RIGGED" Ranboo complained, crossing his arms, still in denial about his defeat, Tommy scoffed.

"Come on man.." Tubbo pouted, "YOUR BET WASN'T EVEN AS GOOD AS MINE-" Ranboo pointed out, "Yeah but we won" Tommy scrunched his face.

Ranboo sighed in disbelief, "It was rigged from the start" he rephrased, still wanting to avoid his own defeat, "Fine- lets do a poll" Tubbo says.

"What do you think chat? Does he deserve another chance?" Tubbo glimpsed at his Twitch chat which was practically exploding.

"Well we'll find out won't we?" Tommy hummed as the votes had came in, Ranboo hoped- he did not want to get in contact with him again.

"Okayyyy- and the poll is closed" Tubbo announced, finally taking a look at the poll, This was Ranboo's own hell...

Ranboo groaned, "You guys are picking favorites again" He sighed, putting his head down, "A bet is a bet Ranboo" Tubbo grinned eagerly.

"Come on you pussy" Tommy says, Ranboo sulked, "But I don't want to.." He groaned whilst Tommy and Tubbo proceeded to drag him up to his feet.

He sighed in a defeated manner, flushing slightly under his mask, grabbing his phone from the nearby desk, "Do you even remember their number?" Tommy paused.

Ranboo nodded gloomily, "Well that's suprising" Tommy rose his brows up in interest, "They really are a memory not to forget huh" Tommy teaaed, "Oh shut up" Ranboo spluttered.

Ranboo pressed the numbers slowly and carefully... A ringing tone played, making the bench trio almost practically jump out of their seats.

The ringing played for quite a while, the atmosphere becoming more intense and intense, Ranboo was practically sweatdropping.

"Hello?" A familiar voice called out, startling the trio, Tommy shushed Tubbo as he was about to scream, Ranboo hesitantly spoke up; "Uh Hey" he nervously says.

Tommy looks at Ranboo with disappointment clearly written all over his face, "...Do i know you?" The voice sounded uninterested and confused as well as cringed.

"I- uh yeah- you know- t-.. that one kid you befriended in freshman?" Ranboo's voice slightly cracked as he says those words.

Silence filled the call, making Ranboo more nervous and dense, "I'm sorry... but i think you have the wrong number.." the voice mumbled.

"I-.. Tha-" "I've got to go..." The voice cut off Ranboo, "But I-" "I'm sorry I really got to go.." The voice briskly interrupted Ranboo.

"I-.. um I'll just call you back later.. sorry for wasting your ti-" Once again Ranboo was cut off by a tone, he had been hung up on.

"AW COME ON" Tubbo deadpanned, "I.. yeah-" Ranboo muttered, "God you are such a goddamn idiot; 'tHat oNe kId yOu bEfRieNdEd iN frEsHmAn'" Tommy mocked the brunette.

Ranboo rolled his eyes, "Gotta be honest big man.. That kinda sucked.." Tubbo bluntly stated, "Not helping.." Ranboo muttered.

"We'll call him later after the stream big man" Tubbo reassured Ranboo with a sympathetic smile, Ranboo nodded in defeat.