Gizmo's Story of Stories (mcyt)

Maybe Tomorrow (Ranboo)

He watched the seconds tick by on the computer, his hand resting hesitantly on the mouse. His eyes darted across the screen, checking and rechecking the webpage. The cursor rested atop the red button, waiting for the final action. He sighed, pushing the microphone to the side.

"Maybe tomorrow," he promised, moving the cursor to delete the file. "Maybe tomorrow."

***

The screen glared to life in front of him. The gentle hum of the menu music filled his room as his mouse hovered over the multiplayer button. A gentle click and he entered a battlefield, laughing. He glanced over at the mic he had pushed away all those days before, nodding to himself. He allowed his mouse to hover over the black circle for just a moment before shaking his head.

"Maybe tomorrow," he agreed, going back into the game he had come to love. "Maybe tomorrow."

***

The blocks of the game surrounded him as he worked his way through the game. The grayish bricks surrounded him as the glow of the lava lit up the cavernous room around him. The star-like purple particles of the final portal whirled around him as he glanced down at the item in his figure's hand. The pickaxe was almost broken and yet he wondered. The music hummed and the mouse clicked, but as he glanced at the black circle, and the microphone pushed away, he shook his head.

"Maybe tomorrow," he muttered as he killed the dragon that guarded home. "Maybe tomorrow."

***

His hair was just a bit too long as a scarred hand reached back to scratch the spot on his neck. He stared at the lit computer screen, watching the seconds tick by. He never wanted to stay up this late, but he watched as the date switched as midnight came and went. He stared at his scarred hand, frowning as he pushed the mouse away. The clicking had become too much. An old microphone lay forgotten to the side, a familiar black circle long deleted, and his mind had fallen silent of the gentle musical hum.

"Maybe tomorrow," he tried to tell himself as he stared at the hands he'd come to hate. "Maybe tomorrow."

***

The long hoodie fell over his body as he stood in the doorway of his room, staring at the computer that had been long shut off. His desk had begun to gather dust, a thin layer making its way into the keyboard and making the keys stiff. The mouse laid to the side, cords all tangled with his battered headphones. The microphone was covered in so much dust, he wasn't sure it would even work anymore. He tried to take a step towards the long forgotten game, but shook his head and turned towards his bed.

"Maybe tomorrow," he whispered half heartedly, but he knew the tomorrow he was waiting on would never come.

***

Toby stared at his discord messages, tilting his head slightly as he glanced through his messages. He felt as if he was missing something, as if someone had disappeared. It was a common occurrence that he'd check, but nothing ever changed. The Minecraft music played as he scrolled through his server menu. Most of the servers felt empty, nowadays. Origins felt as if he had lost a partner in crime, and Tommy was never on enough to fill that role. Hypixal felt as if someone had abandoned him, leaving him a team of one.

He stared at the DreamSMP server, clicking it quickly but shook his head. Tommy was off doing who knows what, having left Tubbo behind after Dream was imprisoned. Tubbo had returned to Snowchester, staring at the small house he had built on the snowy island. It felt empty, as if it was missing something. Today, he shook it off, traveling towards the land of fire, freezing as he entered the nether. Off to the side of the main portal, a small zombie piglin stared up at him from the back of a chicken.

Toby smiled, moving his mouse over the boat in his inventory. He brought the creature back to his home in Snowchester, making him a room in the attic. He smiled, claiming the child as his own with a simple name, Michael.

The world still felt empty and a tad bit forgien, but the small piglin filled a small hole in his heart. He casually logged off the world, switching over to the videos he enjoyed. Toby's eyes caught on a name in the comments, and he froze for just a moment.

The comment was from several months ago, but Toby smiled as he typed out a reply, not feeling as empty as before.

Ranboo 7 months ago

Challenge accepted. Anyone want to be on my epic bedwars team?

Tubbo_ Just now

I'm in. We will win this. Maybe tomorrow? 6pm bst?

***

The boy stared at the ceiling of his room, watching the fan spin in slow circles. His phone buzzed on his stomach, his hand jumping slightly. He frowned, turning on the led display. An older notification popped up (along with a recent one from some random game), one from an app he hadn't clicked on in months

His finger hovered over the red play button for a moment before it hit the screen. His eyes flickered to his dusted computer as he finished reading the reply. Eyes darted to the time on his phone, and he smiled. His fingers flew across his screen and he pulled himself from the bed. His feet hit the floor as they patered over to the screen, reaching down to click the on button. The machine wirled to life, and the screen lit up the room.

He sat in his chair, pulling the microphone close and he untangled the mouse. The steady hum of the game filled his mind and he smiled. His hair may be a bit too long, the scars may be a bit too pale, but as he clicked onto the old server, it all left his mind. He was met with a message, a friend request, and he forgot why he stopped playing in the first place.

Ranboo 10 minutes ago

Will be on in 10 ing: Ranboo

Tubbo_ 5 minutes ago

You got it, bossman.

"Ranboo, right?"

"Tu... Tubbo?"

"You got it, bossman! Now, let's go beat some ass, shall we?"

And on both sides of the screen, both boys grinned. And when their time drew to an end, they were still smiling.

"Oh, I would love to make a video over this, for proof, you know? Would you join me again?" Tubbo casually threw out as they stood in the lobby of the server.

"Uh... okay? Maybe tomorrow," Ranboo said, before glancing around him. He grinned, repeating it more confidently. "Definitely tomorrow