☁︎︎❥𝗖𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗲, 𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗺𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝘁|⌫ - 𝘗𝘦𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘉𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘈𝘜

Podcast 1

General POV:

Allister and Wilbur stood at the reception desk impatiently. Finally, the woman sitting there set down the phone and redirected her attention to the two.

"My, you are tall!" She commented. "Alright, what can I do for you two lovelies?"

"Could you get us a refill of these?" Allister pushed her empty vial of anxiety medication towards her.

"Sure, honey! And can he just sign right here, this is a new clinic for you I see and we need to verify he is your guardian."

Allister nodded at Wilbur and waited for the woman to stand up and go to the back of the pharmacy before picking up the pen and forging her father's signature.

The lady walked back and set the orange bottle on the counter, looked at the small form before searching something up on her computer.

She nodded, satisfied. "Alright lovelies, that checks! Enjoy your day."

"You too, miss!" Allister called, feeling a little bad for deceiving her.

Wilbur and Allister made their way out of the pharmacy. "That was so fucking easy." Allister wheezed.

"I KNOW!" Wilbur laughed loudly. "In all seriousness, how are you? After.. 2 days ago."

Allister stared in front of herself blankly. "I'm doing better, now that we know I can get refills."

"Are you sure? I know what it's like—" Wilbur cut himself off. "Never mind, I'm prying."

"It's alright." She replied warmly.

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Toby, Ranboo and Tommy sat around a table, microphones sat in front of them all.

Toby had started the stream and explained how it would be just chatting, q&a, etc.

From off camera, Allister yelled "Why are hands so weird? Toby what the fuck is in your fridge!?"

Tommy began laughing.

"She's not having it right now, chat." Ranboo sighed.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?" She shouted. "CHAT! TUBBO HAS CHALLAH BREAD IN HIS FREEZER!"

"I do?" Toby called.

Allister walked into the room and threw a frozen solid loaf of challah bread in the middle of the table. "And where was this when I made you all French toast? What the fuck."

Tommy had to take deep breaths to refrain from dying. "TUBBO?"

"I don't know!" He exclaimed.

Allister threw her arms up in mock disgust. "This is slander, towards me and my cooking. French toast that isn't challah shouldn't even be French toast."

Toby examined the bag. "Ch- cholla. Why is it pronounced h-all-ah?"

"I don't know it just is." Allister picked up the bread and put it back in the freezer.

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"Allister, what sport do you do?" Ranboo called, reading a question in chat.

"Gymnastics!" She yelled back.

"Cool, cool. I was a trampolinist." Toby commented.

"I know, I actually watched your streams, Tubbo. Ranboo and Tommy on the other hand..." Allister trailed off.

"This is favoritism this is bloody fucking favoritism." Tommy muttered.

"It is, that's correct." Allister's arm appeared on screen, pointing at Tommy.