A Little Spark...

Chapter 29

"4 am us, what will we do?"

"Wait, I have an idea. Here, take like pictures of me as I run towards you?"

"Ok? I'm afraid my 1 existing brain cell doesn't understand."

"Just do it. Go back up into the kitchen. Here, take my phone."

You grabbed Ranboo's phone and walked towards your kitchen. "I can't find the door!" you said, stumbling on thin air. "WHERE'S THE DOOR HANDLE? Oh right. It's America. Nevermind!"

Ranboo let out a sigh. "Cripes."

*Time skip*

"I swear, if you make me experience this one more time, I'll cut off your knees. Then at least you'll be short. And you could get your ankle as a substitute for your knees."

"What did I do?"

"Your tweet."

Dream laughed, amused. "Oh yeah? What about it?"

"What is with you and your tweets Dream?"

"Nothing. I am simply too amazing."

"People these days and their inflated egos."

"Are you not a human now?"

"I was given the title bug killer Dream when I was in 7th. And I shall live by it. So no. I am now a snail, who yeets snails and other bugs into space for aliens."

"You ok?"

"No. why else would I call you at this time."

"How's your one brain cell able to call me then?"

"It can't. Because I never called you," you said hanging up on the call.

You heard Dream sigh before you left the call.

*Time skip*

Ranboo joined you on the couch. "I'm bored..." you whined.

"What am I supposed to do? Poop out some entertainment for you?"

"You did that to Tommy. With a rose."

"Well yeah, but that wasn't me pooping something out."

"Counts."

"You sound drunk."

"No. I'm just sleep-deprived. I can be energetic in like 10 seconds watch."

Ranboo turned around, watching you closely, and within 10 seconds, you jumped up, ran into the kitchen, and arrived back with a can of coke in your hands.

"Wow. Genius. I will not be surprised if you collapse of sleep deprivation," Ranboo commented.

"Says the one who slept the least."

"That's your fault."

"No," you yawned, denying the fact. "It's your snoring and night terrors. Second-time pulling an all-nighter baby!" you pumped your fist in the air.

"What do you want me to get? Those like snoring masks or something?" Ranboo sarcastically asked.

"GOOD IDEAAAAAA," you said.

"Where'd you find that coke anyways?"

"No clue. Magic as Drista always says."

You took another sip from the can. Ranboo was busy on the floor playing with the Beyblades he stole from Tubbo during his trip to the UK.

"Fun fact, there are scientific studies that show, people who cuss more have a higher level of intelligence due to their larger vocabulary."

"What are you tranna say?" Ranboo asked, looking up at you.

"I dunno. You decide. Start cussing while you're at it yeah?"

Ranboo flipped you off.

"Again? Oh, wait. What date is it? Wow. A new month. Look at that. It's tradition now."

"It was the wrong finger."

"What is your middle finger shy or something?"

"That's a weird way to put it."

"Why do you sound drunk?"

"I do not."

"Says your sleep-deprived ass."

"Fu-"

You looked up quickly. "Yes...keep going..."

"Dge. Fudge. I like fudge. Fudge tastes good. I no like cussing," Ranboo smiled innocently. "Hashtag family-friendly."

"FUCK. NO! WHY! You've cursed before!"

"I don't know what you're talking about. That was obviously Tommy."

it has always been in my attention that what i wrote 6 months ago sucked. yes no need to remind me. #lazy #toolazytopriortizelife #superbtimemanagementskills

editing cursir here
yeah, i haven't changed my time management skills since then