ROADTRIP. mcyt

five

five.
united kingdom.
sneaking out.

- × -

"so you guys want me to drive you to the airport?" george asked for like the fifth time already.

"yes," the three teens infront of him had answered in unison.

how did this happen? one moment, they were eating and resting on the couch then suddenly they just asked if he could drive them to the airport. y/n and purpled just arrived from a really long drive and now they are going to travel again? without even resting? are these kids not human or something?!

the other reason why he was unsure about this was because drista didn't ask for dream's permission to travel. dream was currently asleep now but when he wakes up in the morning, he will be extremely furious. what will he say? how does he explain this?

"oh hey dream, your sister flew to UK last night."

and george is stupid. very stupid. he is such a dumb ass. because even though he knew the consequences, here he is! in a car. with drista and y/n in the back searching up pigeons on google and purpled in the front seat, taking a nap while listening to music.

how did they manage to convince him, if you may ask. the answer is simple, they didn't. they threatened to post one of his tiktok drafts if he didn't do as what they say. and the worst part of that was they were talking about the twerking one.

george just sighed in defeat. he should have deleted that. he shouldn't have let them borrow his phone. well, he can't really do anything about it now.

"hey gogs, did you know that a human head remains conscious for around 20 seconds after being decapitated?" y/n randomly said while drista giggled.

the male's train of thoughts were cut off. as soon as he processed the info that they had given him, he shifted in his seat uncomfortably.

"you're not planning on murdering me aren't you?" he said and glanced in the rear-view mirror but when his eyes met with y/n's, he gulped.  "this is a serious question."

they just waved their hand mindlessly in the air and returned to scrolling thru their phone. "nah. too much work."

he sighed and soon enough they were already in the airport. purpled woke up suddenly like he knew they were at their destination already. him and y/n went ahead, leaving drista alone with george.

"aren't you gonna go?" he asked.

"don't tell dream, alright? y/n's got a very brilliant plan and we don't want it to be ruined." her face was serious. it reminded him of that times where she threatens them using a fork.

george just shrugged. "i'm not sure if it's 'brilliant' but sure i guess..."

they exchanged nods before drista went to join the others. george drove away from the airport while preparing himself mentally for what was going to happen next.

dream is really gonna kill me.

- × -

"chat, say yes if you agree that ranboo needs to be exterminated."

the said boy was sighing, seemingly disappointed at what was happening right now. tubbo had taken away his nerf gun and he was now pointing it at him. the both of them were just having a friendly argument about chips and fries when suddenly the shorter male got pissed and decided to threaten him using a nerf gun. and mind you, it was his nerf gun.

how dare he threaten him with his own nerf gun!?

ranboo's chat wasn't even helping. all of them were spamming yes and he felt utterly betrayed. his chat was on tubbo's side. his own chat!

was it because he was american!?

suddenly, a loud knock on the door interrupted them. ranboo was slightly thankful since tubbo lowered down the nerf gun. he knew that even if it was only a nerf gun, being hit by the bullet of it was still painful.

both their attention shifted to the door and there stood lani, tubbo's sister, who was carrying tons of bags in her hand. she looked around til her eyes landed on them, the monitor, then back at them.

"hi," tubbo greeted with an awkward laugh. "where are you going?"

lani deadpanned at the question. she said nothing and just threw four bags at their direction before leaving and loudly closing the door. tubbo, who was infront of ranboo, fell on the floor with a loud thud after getting hit by the bags. the taller male snorted as quiet as possible but was still heard by the other which earned a hard glare.

"what even is her problem?" tubbo groaned when he finally composed himself. he looked at ranboo with a blank look who was doing the same. they just silently stared at each other for how many minutes before tubbo perked up and shook ranboo multiple times. "that was today!" he exclaimed.

ranboo had a hand on his mouth (or mask) before slightly ruffling his hair. "i can't believe i forgot," he mumbled.

"i mean, you're ranboo. it's not really that surprising." ranboo just groaned at what the other said before turning to look at the camera.

"sorry chat but we have something to do. maybe next time?" he said in an unsure voice before quickly ending the stream, not before saying a small bye though. when he was sure that the monitor and everything else had been turned off, he turned around to look at tubbo and sighed. "are they here?"

the shorter nodded while checking if they forgot something. "they're at the kitchen," he paused to think. "i think they were eating chips."

"do they even know how to make fries?" ranboo asked, slightly worried about the others.

"apparently y/n does. and it's chips." tubbo said while raising an eyebrow.

"are we really having this argument again?"

"depends if you're up for a round two."

they both stared at each other, a glare visible in their faces before ranboo sighed and broke their eye contact. tubbo let out a satisfied smile while mentally celebrating his small victory.

oh boy, this was definitely going to be one hell of an experience.