Attached | Bee & Boo

Games

TW: Mention of past abuse, swearing

A/N: Hi, sorry for the lack of updates, feel free to reread previous chapters if you need a refresher (*wink wink* *nudge nudge*) /j

 Sighing for what seemed like the millionth time, Tubbo tossed the pebble again, determined to get a better result than last time, to no avail. Laughing, Ranboo chucked his own rock, easily winning the game of Tic-Tac-Toe, once again.

"You're cheating. You must be. There is no way you just won this fucking game 32 times in a row."

"A magician never reveals his secrets," Ranboo joked, trying to hide the tinge of darkness that crept into his tone. You learn to do a lot of things when you're locked in a basement for three weeks. He shook the thought off. "I'm just that amazing."

"Oh, fuck off."

"Oh, you're cocky!" Wilbur commented as he entered the Panic Room, carrying groceries. The man wiggled his eyebrows as he offered his hand mockingly towards Ranboo. "May I have this pleasure?" The boy laughed, gesturing for the brunet to take Tubbo's pebbles, which the teen gladly gave.

"You better fuckin' beat his ass."

"Oh, I plan on it," Will assured, and Ranboo just pointed to the board, telling him to go first. Tossing the pebble carefully, they all watched as the rock rolled to a stop inside the upper right corner, and Michael excitedly marked it on his sheet of paper. Ranboo quickly took his turn, the stone landing neatly in the middle.

"As you can see, these two elite players seem to take these first moves randomly, but I can assure these are thoroughly planned out," Tubbo narrated, much to the delight of Michael. Wibur gave him a small nod, tossing another rock towards the makeshift board. It lands in the right middle. Ranboo blocked. Taking a deep breath, Will gently let another pebble roll, grimacing as it missed its mark, landing middle left. Ranboo swiftly tossed one into the top left corner, winning the game.

"WOO! Look at us go!" the teen yelled, pulling Michael up into his victory dance, twirling the toddler around excitedly.

"Oh, fuck off," Tubbo repeated for what was probably the millionth time. "I'm telling Phil you're cheating."

"Why?" Ranboo asked incredulously. "I'm not cheating!"

"Mhm, keep telling yourself that."

"What does that even mean?!" Tubbo just flipped him off, a smile ever present on his face. Ranboo did it right back, much to the horror of the onlookers.

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Phil smiled as he watched the teens mess around outside. They had somehow managed to find a piece of charcoal, and had found a way to make a scuffed version of Tic-Tac-Toe, which Ranboo was apparently cracked at, judging from the frustrated screams coming out of Tubbo's mouth.

"Guys! Dinner!" he yelled, finally bringing himself to interrupt the fun they were having.

"But, Daddddd!" Wilbur whined jokingly, dragging his feet as he sat down "sadly" on the floor.

"Yeah, DAd. We wanna play!" Tommy added, crossing his arms for added effect. Tubbo gave him the pouty lip.

"Oh, fuck off, you chaotic shits!"

"Oh my goodness, please don't swear father!" Tommy pleaded, his eyes alight with that mischievous glint that always seemed to appear whenever Phil needed to do anything productive.

"I can fuckin' swear if I want!," the man protested, and Ranboo gasped, holding Michael in his arms protectively, cradling the toddler as he raised a finger at Philza (do I have to specify which one?).

"Phil! There are children present!" 

Short, sweet, probably trashy, and cheesy, perfect combo right? Also I'm going to bed now, have a wonderful day/night!