1.5 STOP THE MEMORIES

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Dec 15 1977 (United Kingdom)

I walked down the stairs waking up before Ranboo. I made my way to the living room where I saw both my brothers comically sipping coffee while looking at me. "Dear god what now?" I asked slightly annoyed. "You know we have no problem with your relationships, but you really need to quiet down" said Phil coming out of the kitchen also holding a mug of coffee.I immediately realized what they were talking about. I turned around and rushed into my room. I sat on our bed waking up Ranboo on accident.

"Oh, goodmorning" said Ranboo slowly getting up. "They heard us..." I said looking at him then the bed. "Mmmm" "I don't see the problem." "Are you actually crazy Ranboo?" I said looking up at him again. "Look hun, I'm sure Wilbur and Sally were the same when they were younger so who's to say that we can't do the same?" he said in a reasonable tone. I looked at him hesitantly. Ranboo then sat up to sit next to me. He pulled me into his lap and kissed me on my forehead.

I looked at him with an annoyed facial expression. "What? Would you rather me ignore you?" "no" I said, giving him a kiss. "See you can hardly resist me" he said, smirking at me. When did you get so cocky?" I said looking at him. "Since you said you loved me." "ahhhhh... no wonder, can I have the old Ranboo back?" "maybe" he said, nuzzling me. He got up and put on a black Jumper and brown sweats. I decided to put on an old shirt to bring back memories.

I went back downstairs and called to Tommy. "Oi Tom ya remember this bad boy?!" I shouted as I entered the living room. Fundy was playing with a small train set on the floor. "Uncle Tubbo looks just like Uncle Tommy!" he shouted while pointing back and forth at me and Tommy. "Holy shit! I haven't seen that shirt since you left!" exclaimed Tommy. "Tommy what'd we say about swearing in front of Fundy?" said Wilbur. "Not to do it" "exactly so stop," "but I haven't seen that shirt in forever!"

Ranboo walked down the stairs and waved at everyone. Honestly I was surprised that he wasn't wearing his mask or sunglasses but he still looked great. Obviously he was in his human form which was just ever so slightly taller than Wilbur. Tommy, obviously was already threatened and Wilbur really didn't care. Tommy called himself 6'3 but no one believed it and it was obvious to prove wrong when Ranboo stood next to him. Tommy would still ramble that he was 6'3 no matter what. I didn't have much to fight for since I'm 5 '5.

"Uncle Tubbo!" yelped Fundy pulling at my shirt. "Yeah champ?" I said picking him up. "Let's make a cake!" he cried with joy. "Alright bud." We gathered our materials and eventually my height came into play. "Ranboooooo! Help me get this bowl" I yelled over the room. He came over and laughed a bit and got the bowl for me. He decided that he would help some and just make jokes about my confusion with baking.

Eventually we had to mix everything together and Fundy found the whisk. "What's this one?" he asked me. "That's a stir stick" said Ranboo like the true comedian he is. "Stir stick....." whispered Fundy as he looked at the whisk. I looked at Ranboo and looked back at Fundy. Sally came in dressed like a queen, (at least in my opinion, she looked really nice).

Fundy began to mix the cake batter with the so-called 'stir stick'. After some work and decorating we had a complete cake. We didn't really want to give him the cake just yet. We wanted to save some of it for Christmas. So we gave him a small slice of the cake and told him that was it. Fundy felt to accomplished to really care. The little boy stuffed the cake into his mouth and smiled.

Tommy decided to join us and play around with Fundy. Tommy began to run around the big island and shouted random things. Some actually hurt me a bit. Not like he did something to me but it was more like memory wise. In high school me and Tommy were often harassed. We were both the youngest in the school. Me and Tommy went to the SMP Hall and it was a rather crazy high school.

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