ɪɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ (ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʟʟ) || ᴛᴜʙʙᴏ

25

The night ended simply. Ted drove Schlatt and the others home, considering he was the most sober one there, and the teens had Ranboo drive them.

Bill and Angel were drunk, Aimsey was just tired and Tubbo was passed out, hell Tommy was sleeping in the trunk of the car.

Blue Foster played from the car radio softly, the car itself was quiet. It smelled of cigarettes, beer and skunk. Rental cars do seem to be real shitty.

"Hey, Ran. Can we stop for some McDonald's?"

He turned to the backseat and sighed.

"It is two in the morning Bill. Why the fuck would McDonald's be open?"

"They don't close until 4am. I used to work at one" Angel mumbled, staring out the window.

The hotel was about thirty minutes away, meaning if they stopped by a McDonald's, they'd get home at about 3am.

"Nope. I'm practically drunk with the amount of tiredness that feels injected into me." He said, all of a sudden stepping on the breaks and sending everyone lurching forward.

"Ayy what the fuck?!"

"Hmm?"

"AHH!"

"Dude I hit my fucking head"

"Guys, where's Freddie?"

~~~

So, now they were getting home at about 3, because they had left Freddie passed out on the beach.

"Come on! We've literally passed by two open McDonald's."

"We aren't going to McDonald's Bill, not unless you're willing to pay."

"Ran, Ranboo I think he-"

"OUGHHHH-"

~~~

"Hey, we kinda need a ride back to the hotel?"

"Are you fucking- Ranboo it's four in the morning."

"...So no?"

"WHAT THE FUCK D'YA THINK I MEA-"

~~~

"Thanks Ted." Ranboo said, watching the man give him a glare.

"Never again, beanpole motherfucker."

Everyone piled out of the car, at now 4 in the morning.

Bill was mostly sober, after throwing up all the alcohol in his system, in the rental car. Angel was still mostly stoned, and the rest were already asleep by the time they reached the elevator.

Ranboo was truly tired, because he practically passed out as soon as his body hit the mattress of his bed.

Tubbo and Tommy and stumbled into Bill's room, grabbing blankets and sleeping on his floor.

Aimsey, well he had his shit handled.

Angel laid in her bed, not fully asleep but enough to where she wouldn't wanna get up.

She reached into her pocket, feeling the candy wrapping.

She had taken some edibles, to calm her down. Though it seemed to have the opposite effect. She now had her thoughts plastered everywhere.

Wow.

I really fucking hate myself.

The next morning, she threw the candy from her balcony.