BO-E | WALL-E DSMP AU |

- - - ENTRY TWO - - -

"OW!"

Ranboo wailed whilst holding his synthetic tail in his palms soothingly.

The culprit just smugly grin and focused on their current tournament. Tubbo acted obvious as he hit the ball into Ranboo's side, winning. Shooting up from his bean bag on the floor he cheered happily.

"Yes! I'm so good at this game, Boo." Ranboo's heterochromatic eyes shifted slowly in pure bewilderment, "uh no, you're not?! YOU PULLED ON MY TAIL YOU CHEATER!"

Tubbo let out a goofy lip-trill in return. "All goes in the game of PONG, " he plopped back into his bean bag just as the onyx coloured robot stood and made their way to the other side of the bunker, "wha-...? Where are you going now?"

"I don't hang out with cheaters" Ranboo stated dramatically and plastered his hand over his chest in an act of difference.

The taller robot unraveled his assigned hammock that they had set up when Tubbo had found Ranboo many years ago. Tubbo had almost turn him into a square of bolts and steel until he realized that this machine was alive- or- err... as alive as it could be. With a heavily mangled voice box, the sad, lanky, bot could not voice his discomfort of almost becoming a trash cube until later. His new-found friend had fixed his voice box shortly after.

Tubbo gasped, " my beloved. No, please don't desert me!" Tubbo slid off the barely stuffed bean bag onto the cold sheets of metal underneath them.

"So cruel, you leave your best friend to celebrate on their own, such a sore loser."

Ears perking slightly at the words 'best friend' he turned around, tail still in hand.

"Congrats..."

The brunet sat up quickly, showing a big fat grin.

"...on cheating, good night."

"I BEG YOUR-FUCKING-PARDON, BITCH?"

A sliver of light shined down from the heavens and onto the older boy's cheeks. He wiggled around, trying to escape the ray of blinding light, before groaning loudly. Deciding to give up on said sleep, Tubbo sat up in his hammock now next to Ranboo's whom was still out cold. The storage container was a bit of a mess from last night, with expired potato chips strewn around their unofficially-but-officially assigned beanbags and greasy controllers.

Turning to Ranboo's drooling figure, he lightly tapped the taller's shoulder with a hiss.

"Boo, time to patrol. Get up!"

Ranboo just groaned and snuggled deeper into his dusty rainbow cat pillow-pet.

Alright, that's cool, thought Tubbo. Rolling out of his hammock ever-so-gracefully, he started towards his trusty muddy roller-skates. Ranboo had helped him add cute little trinkets they find onto his laces. Simarily, Tubbo has made it his job to wrap his best friend's tail with keychains found in the heaps of junk surrounding the duo.

He pours himself and his roommate a cup of hot oil and waits for his friend to boot awake.

Eventually the drooling giant does and with that, greases him joints for the ready day.

Patrol was as usual. Tubbo making thousands of trash cubes per hour and Ranboo surveying the area for loose junk to add to their humble abode.