Us Against the World

Chapter 45- I'll be Home for Christmas

I AM POPPING OFF! THIS IS WHAT, THE FOURTH UPDATE IN THE PAST TWO DAYS? MADDNESS

also what? fluff? maddness!

if this dosent make sense, it will in a bit, promise.

TW/CWs: Swearing, Yelling, Abandonment, Light Violence

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Wilbur stumbles downstairs in the morning to see Techno curled up on the couch knitting whatever ugly purple creation he's been working on. With an evil grin, the siren pulls out his phone, goes to his Christmas playlist and bursts into the room. An overdramatic expression and Shakespearian hand gestures accompany his festive 'singing', "WHERE NOTHING EVER GROWSS, NO RAIN OR RIVERS FLOW, DO THEY KNOW IT'S CHRISTMAS TIME AT ALLLLL?"

After pointedly pushing his glasses up, Techno gives his twin a disapproving glare, "Wil that is the worst Christmas song. It has a good message, but it is annoying and so politically incorrect," His point made, the pinkette attempts to return to his knitting.

Without missing a beat Wilbur switches to yelling a different Christmas carol, pausing the music on his phone so the song is only his acapella screeching, "SO THIS CHRISTMAS, AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, ANOTHER YEAR OVER AND A NEW ONE JUST BEGUN! AND SO, THIS CHRISTMAS, I HOPE YOU HAD FUN, THE NEAR AND THE DEAR ONES, THE OLD AND YOUNG, HAVE A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR! LET'S HOPE IT'S A GOOD ONE, WITHOUT ANY FEAR!"

"Help," Techno mouths, seeing Tommy peak his head in to see what all the noise is.

"No suffer, bitch," Tommy smirks before joining in, just as loud as the brunette, "AND SO THIS IS CHRISTMAS!"

Evil grin widening, Wilbur continues, singing the children's chorus, "WAR IS OVER!"

"FOR WEAK AND FOR STRONG!"

The siren's dramatic and heartfelt face is so overdone he's beginning to appear as though he has bowel problems, "IF YOU WANT IT!"

"FOR RICH AND FOR POOR ONES!"

"WAR IS OVER!"

With a sullen and very un-Christmas-like glare, Techno stomps out of the living room while the pair of chaotic little shits continue screeching holiday carols at the top of their lungs. A few minutes into their concert, Philza enters, holding his hands over his ears.

"BOYS!" Instantly both are quiet, the irritated-father-vibes emanating from the old man intimidating them into silence, "We're going Christmas tree shopping. Go get ready. Please."

Ten minutes and a lot of herding from Philza later, all six are packed into the car. Carols are put on for the drive, with the explicit rule that singing must be in inside voices or the music will be turned off.

After pulling into the gravel parking lot of the tree farm, the old blonde man pairs the kids off: Ranboo and Tubbo, Tommy and Wilbur and Techno with him. The three pairs separate with instructions to looks for a good tree and meet back at the parking lot in fifteen minutes.

The pair of platonic fiancés walk though the rows of pointy evergreens. They are looking, as Tubbo put it, 'for one that speaks to us'. Or Ranboo is. The shorter teen is more focused on comparing Ranboo's height to that of the lovingly trimmed trees around them.

A particular white pine currently has Tubbo's attention, the bee hybrid looking fascinatedly between his companion and the plant, "Ranboo you are literally the height of this tree!"

Ranboo simply shrugs, examining a grand fir before seeing a large gap in the branches and moving on to the douglas fir next to it.

"T R E E B O I!" Tubbo hops behind him, hyper and determined to get under the ender hybrid's skin.

"Shut up," The taller mutters, nodding at the douglas before again moving, trying to distance himself from Tubbo.

"T R E E B O I," The bee hybrid says in his gremlin voice, peering around the tree with a crazed expression.

Ten minutes later, at the predetermined time, Ranboo walks up to Phil and Techno waiting by the van. He is noticeably missing a small bee hybrid. Tapping the blonde elytrian on the shoulder he anxiously mutters, "Uh Phil? I lost Tubbo."

"Really? Where did you last-"

"AAGHH!" The ender hybrid jerks as though he had been hit before teleporting behind a tree on top of the hill opposite them. His disappearance reveals the previously missing brunette, holding a large, half-dead tree branch.

Brandishing the stick at the cowering Ranboo in a rather threatening fashion, Tubbo screams, "THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR TRYING TO DITCH ME, OREO BOY!"

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