𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒, 𝐭.𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬

23. whole lotta slime

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WARNINGS: none, based off of tommys ylyl with slime
vlog :).

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"will you ever start actually telling me what we're doing for your channels before forcing me to agree?" valerie questioned her blonde best friend, rolling the bottom of her sleeves over.

"erm, if i'm being honest, no, probably not." tommy laughed in response, the pair walking into the studio tommy had rented for the day.

already inside waiting was bill, james, tubbo, eryn and jack. tommy had gotten into the habit of involving valerie in his youtube videos without giving her any context at all, knowing full well she'd never agree beforehand if she knew what was happening.

"tommy why the fuck is there so much slime?" valerie asked, pointing to the multiple buckets full of green slime planted around the room.

"tom, i think you need to start telling val what we're doing before we film." bill suggested, laughing at the blonde girl's confused comment.

"no! but, we're doing a you laugh you lose, if you laugh, you get slimed."

"thomas!" valerie groaned, standing up straight. "you know that i hate you laugh you lose, i'm too fucking childish."

"the best part is that jack's here—" james started.

"aww, james you're so kind." jack quickly cut the boy off,

"let me finish. it's good that jack's here because he makes val laugh without fail, so i think we all know who's gonna be covered in the most slime."

"i don't know why— jack isn't even fucking funny." valerie whined.

"what the fuck, val?" jack yelled, scoffing. "i thought we were friends, man."

"no, no, we are friends, you just make stupid jokes."

"you laugh at them all."

"that doesn't mean they're funny, jack," eryn interrupted, "valerie laughs at literally anything."

"i do not!"

"watch this," eryn whispered to jack, turning to face valerie. "cum."

failing miserably to stifle it, valerie couldn't help but let out a laugh at the childish word. that was a major thing that made valerie fit in so well with the group, her humour. despite them all being adults, high school humour was certainly the best way to describe them.

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the first person to laugh happened to be bill, jack cracking him by singing and staring down at his feet.

"PLEASE, i am begging to slime him." valerie pleaded, everybody agreeing.

taking the somewhat small bowl in her hands, she threw the slime over bill, some getting into his mouth and the seat beside him which tubbo quickly stood up from.

"you got it in my fucking mouth!"

the whole room burst into hysterics whilst bill attempted to get up, slipping and falling in the process.

afterwards, tommy and bill made a shared attempt at making tubbo laugh, failing. it was odd, tubbo was typically one to laugh at almost anything, yet he was doing the best job at not laughing. after a good amount of time of everybody attempting and failing to make him laugh, it was valerie and tommy's turn.

taking a seat, the two shared a look, anticipating what was to come. james took his place behind the pair, talking about the 'tragic accident his son died in', whilst tubbo stood beside tommy, pulling and prodding at the blonde's ear.

tommy, instantly stifling a laugh, turned his head to see james. the second he mentioned an open casket funeral, valerie started to struggle.

turning to the side, she noticed jack, who stood with what looked like an awful attempt at a sex doll, she almost let a laugh slip, but managed to hold it back.

without any sign of warning, tubbo started to wrap the two up with tape, not letting them move.

"you're just taping them up?" jack asked.

"what the fuck, tubbo?" valerie questioned, feeling her arm stuck against tommy's.

tubbo almost fell over the slime whilst continuing to tape them together, causing the both of them to almost laugh.

james strolled into frame, a ridiculous green costume on whilst holding a small backpack. "swiper, no swiping! what's in my bag?"

"what's in his bag?" tommy asked valerie, looking down at her.

"i don't know, james, what's in your bag?"

"it's the testicles." james paused, pulling a nut stress toy out of the bag, "of my dead son. died last week."

valerie couldn't help but snicker, tommy managing to hold his laugh in.

"open casket." bill nonchalantly spoke, throwing the doll in.

tommy snorted, valerie only laughing more. though valerie had laughed, they still wanted to make tommy laugh. there was a few moments of silence, before james walked in on his legs, wearing a baby costume.

"oh my god." tommy gasped, james repeating the word 'mama'.

after james begged for a moment, jack standing with his t-shirt raised, tommy finally cracked. regret flew into their bodies once jack walked over, a bowl of slime in his hands. tommy pleaded for him not to pour the slime over him, but he still did. valerie laughed, but quickly stopped as bill walked in with a bowl.

"it was funny when it was me, no?" bill teased, throwing the slime over valerie who held her mouth shut tightly.

"bill, you bald cunt, i fucking hate you." valerie squealed, feeling the slime run down her back.

tommy and valerie, still taped together, got up and tried to leave, instantly falling and slipping on the green substance. they got up, jack helping them get the tape off, to which the two just again fell over.

after much tumbling and breaking bones from falling and slipping over slime, they finally finished filming.

"i'm never filming with you again, tommy." valerie declared, her hair wet from the random tap she had found and soaked her slimy hair in water.

"we'll see about that one, val."