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Chapter 12 - two limbs down, two to go!

[ A/N: So I have a writing schedule now!

On school days, I'll try to get one chapter out. 

On weekends, it's whatever I can finish goes out.

Thanks for listening, especially since school nights will go slower. ]

Purpled was banging their head on the wall.

They'd gone insane at this point, they were two hours into detention.

With each slam they asked, "Why. Is. Detention. So. Long."

"You're going to get brain damage, Purp." Ranboo chimed in after four minutes of the slamming.

Purpled just glared.

"Really?" He said sarcastically, before groaning and sliding down the wall on their back.

Tommy rolled his eyes. "Stop whining. Aww, is our little martian angwy?" He said in a sweet voice, teasing them.

Purpled took a deep breath.

"Remember what he said. Deep breaths. In three, out two. In three, out two." They muttered to themselves.

Tommy raised an eyebrow. "Who? Man, does our little Puwpled need breathing lessons??" He teased again, proud of himself.

"That's it, get your ass over here, ThOMAS-"

Purpled got up and charged at him.

Fuck shit!!1!11!

Tubbo scrambled in, Purpled already chasing Tommy around the room and knocking over chairs and desks.

"TOMMY RUN- YOU DON'T WANT TO LOOSE ANOTHER ARM, DO YOU?-"

Tommy flew, juking them every once in a while.

Ranboo caught a hold of Purpled.

"HOLY MOTHER OF-- CRACKERS, PURPLED HOW ARE YOU SO STRONG?-" They sighed as they had lost grasp of him.

Tommy had been chased before.

A group of boys got jealous when he won the school's annual jogging competition, and chased him after he was already sweating and tired.

Of course, he was able to hide in some random classroom.

From that day forward, he went as slow as he could at the competition.

He knew better than to mess with those boys.

He'd get destroyed.

They had other boys in the class too, that could help beat him up.

And there were many, many other occasions where he was chased.

Ranboo grabbed onto the hood of their jacket, and pulled it up.

"HOW LONG WERE WE SENTENCED TO DETENTION FOR ANYWAYS?"

They had to shout over the boys to ask Tubbo.

"WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU."

"H-O-W L-O-N-G W-I-L-L W-E B-E H-E-R-E-?"

Tubbo blinked.

"I'M DYSLEXIC, ASSHOLE."

. . .

Purpled barely touched Tommy's other arm, but he acted like it hurt worse than the first arm, even more torn up.

"Oh, you're so dramatic." Tubbo said, lightly hitting Tommy.

"nOoOoOoO that mONSTER of an alieen came forrrr meeeee..." He whined.

Purpled rubbed their temples.

"You made fun of my fucking-" He huffed, puzzled. "Nevermind."

Tommy shrugged and slumped down in his chair.

"Well, how about we all play some tic-tac-toe, yeah?" Tubbo calmly suggested.

Ranboo nodded in agreement.

"Sure, if I'm not put with the devil over here." Purpled pointed at Tommy.

"Didn't want to be with you either, leader of the boov." He meant the boov, the alien things from the movie Home.

Tubbo pulled out the chalk pieces, and gave one to everyone except himself.

"There were only three, so I'll share with whoever my partner is."

Purpled raised their hand. "I'll be your partner, Tubbo." He suggested quickly.

Tubbo shrugged, "Sure."

"I don't want to be with Big Bird over here, though." Tommy said, lightly kicking Ranboo in the shins.

"Ow, what the heck??"

"Sucks."

They play a few matches, and finally, Tommy slams the chalk against the wall.

"I want to go ho- Or. Uh. Leave. I want to leave."

"We leave in an hour, just in time for lunch." Ranboo says quietly.

Oh.

The seniors.

Well, then he gets to see whatever Tubbo was on about, and how 'cool' these seniors are and how highly they think of themselves.

Just because they're at the top of the food chain.

"Does anyone have another game? I'm bored of tic-tac-toe."

"I still have nerf guns."

Ranboo shook their head, "No, we need to clean up the room in the hour left before the principal comes back so we pass as not being chaotic."

They all came to terms with that, and began lining up desks, while Ranboo cleared the blackboard, since they were the tallest.

As they all finished, it was just about five minutes till lunch.

"Rock paper scissors until it's time, anyone?"

Tommy scoffed, "What, are you seven?"

Purpled and Tubbo nodded.

"I want to play." They said in sync.

Tommy rolled his eyes, and put his feet up on a desk.

He might as well watch this.

They began playing.

Ranboo chose rock, so did Tubbo. Purpled chose scissors.

"This game is rigged," They said, right as the bell rang for lunch time.