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Ranboo pov

Tubbo was in the restaurant. And he dyed his hair. The restaurant was more important though.

Why was he here?
Never mind. Just play cool.

Whilst I was dieing internally I'd sent Skeps out to place his food.
Now was a great time for a panic attack Thanks life.

My throat closed and my breathing stopped. My chest felt so so constricted and I clutched it miserably. This was bad.
I staggered to the nearest kitchen bathroom to lock myself in a stall before I lost all rational sense. The door clicked shut behind me and I slid down it.  All that was going through my now blank mind was a smiley face and there was glitching around it. This was strange and scary. I didn't like this.

Tears ran down my cheeks, smokey steam rising upwards in delicate curls. I started hyperventilating and trying to suck air into my tight throat.
From the lack of air I promptly pass out.

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I wake up and check my watch. Its been 15 minutes. Not bad. I peer in the mirror and only see now faint scars.

[Radicated ] is calling
Answer          decline

Mmmm. This isn't good.
"Hello, what do you want?"
"You need to get here right now."
"*sigh* why? Or is it secret?"
"Secret. I'll tell you when you get there."
"I'm at work right now, give me 10."

Well this sucks. Is tubbo still out there?
"Hey Bad! Can you tell Tubs that I went on a walk and will be back later?"

"Mhm!"

"ALso is it alright if I clock out for today?"
"Yeah , it'll still be on your pay though,"
I try to protest but Bad stops me.
I shoot him a grateful smile and walk out the back.

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The door creaked as I swung it open.
Nothing was lit up inside bar the one chair that was in the centre. How fucking dramatic.

"What do you want Twat?" I snark. I'm annoyed because I was working.

"Now now, calm yourself. I have a bowl of carrots if you want any?"

"No you freak. Tell me what you want."

"For this person to die,"
A peice of paper was thrown at me and I caught it between my two fingers.

"Fuck off. No."

Tubbo pov

Ranboo had gone. Atleast that's what Skeppy told me. Why couldn't Ranboo had told me themself?

I put a tenner down and walked out. The cold December air hit my face as I exited the warm restaurant.  I wrapped my arms around my torso to warm myself up.

Snow fell softly from the sky, landing in my newly dyed hair. I blew upwards, my hair flying up with my breathe. I felt my face get wet as condensation from my warm breathe hit the cold air. Ew. Bringing my hand up I wiped my face, getting the condensation off.

The ground had a faint covering of white powder as I crunched to our apartment.  Apparently the winter was setting in late- I expected the snow to be around in November. Not late January.

The lift was broken again when I get back so I have to climb the 5 flights of stairs to get to our apartment.

When I get in my breathe could still be seen. There was no heat. Shit. Who pays the heating bills? I can't remember if I was me, Tommy or ranboo.
I'll do it.

I log into my old and crappy PC and load up the bill website (I have no idea how this works) to lay for everything. I get money of hacking- it's not a steady income but sometimes there are big pay outs.

Once everything was payed I lent back and waited for everything to come back on.
I heard the boiler rumbling , and heard the radiators turn on.
Some lights flicker on and off but land on on. (To many 'ons')

I walked into the kitchen and started to boil a pan of water for some instant noodles. Maybe I should make a nice dinner tonight? Maybe go out to eat?

Did I have enough money was the question.

Only 3.30 and it was already getting dark outside. This is why winter sucks. Toms should be back soon- he gets off at 4.
So that's about 4.15 he should be back if he runs or takes the train/bus.

"Well it's just me and me at the moment, maybe I should bake some cookies."
I say to myself, like a sane human being.

I think we have ingredeints in a cupboard. Somewhere. Frosting? Or icing sugar. This wont be an issue if I can't actually bake the sodding things.

I burrowed further into the small cupboard- pulling out flour, sugar and some eggs from the carton. I hopefully can remember how to bake these.

Mixing the ingredients into the bowl I heard a sharp rap on the door. That wasn't Tommy or Ranboo. I turned of the mixer and exited the small kitchen, walking towards the door with like 10 locks.

Unlatching and unchaining them all, bar one, o let the door open only a little bit- whoever is outside I don't know who they are and they could be a big threat.

"Hello, am I alright to come in?"
Shit. He's dead.

Tommy pov

I got off from work and didn't have enough money to get the bus back, so I had to walk all the way back. RIP me. I'm going to be home in about 4 minutes and I'm looking forward to it. Its what? The 10th of December and way too cold for this. It was also dark.

I rounded the corner and eased into a slow jog- which changed into a sprint- to get home quicker. It was just at the end of the street so not far.

Twisting into the alley I climbed the fire escape and jumped in the window.
Hmm.

This was odd.

Usually Tubbo would shout at me for that.

"Tubbo?"

A thud sounded from the living room and I realised Tubbo had fainted.

I walked in and nearly fainted myself.

"You should not be here- you should be burning in hell."

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