Book of One Shots

Lost Recordings//Noochless

(I actually really like noochless (mat x rob tbh. It's so under appreciated)
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"R-Rob, I'm going to go lie down. I don't feel too good," Mat sighed after finishing a recording of his favorite minigame, battledome. He had loads more that he was supposed to record later that day, but he'd just have to put it off. It could wait.

"What's wrong, babe? You ok?" Rob, the dark haired male turned off his computer and walked over to the other, placing his hands on his shoulder. "Nothing, just a little stomachache." He proceeded upstairs, Rob following closely behind. He plopped his butt down on the bed, and Rob snaked his arms around his partner's waist, having to get down on all fours to get to his sitting height. He gently placed a kiss on Mat's forehead, before walking slowly out of the room. "Mat, if you need anything, I'll be recording downstairs. Don't be afraid to yell down to me if it gets worse. We should really call the doct-" Mat shook his head in denial. Doctors always freaked him out with their pointy objects and how nosy they could be about everything. Whenever he could avoid going to the doctor, he would. All he needed to do was take some aspirin and he'd be good as new and able to finish up his recordings. No big deal.

"N-No it's fine. I don't need the doctor. A-A little rest will be fine." The curlier-haired male clenched his stomach tightly, the pain growing worse. Rob gave him a nervous look before walking out and closing the door just the slightest bit, to keep the cold draft from outside from getting into the room. He cared deeply for Mat, and the worst thing that could happen to him is losing the sick man in the bedroom. Gosh, I hope Mat will be okay, he thought, sitting down on the black chair in front of the computer, opening up the game 'Do Not Starve Multiplayer' and called up Lachlan and Vik on skype.

"Hey what's going on guys it's Woofless here with Lachlan and Vik for another episode of Do Not Starve Multiplayer!" He moved his character over to collect wood and explore more. "Sadly Mat couldn't be here with us today, he wasn't feeling too well. But he hopefully will be up and better by tomorrow morning." He gulped loudly, probably being heard on camera. He never wanted to show fear to his viewers. If they knew something was wrong, many would become worried as well, and he didn't want to cause that stress upon the fans.

Hopefully. Rob hated the word hopefully. Like, it's not even a definite answer. Did you kill that man? Oh, hopefully. Sometimes, it may be true, but in several others, fate goes the opposite way and twists and turns everywhere, like a river with no end. It was the least helpful word he could've used to describe Mat's state...

Once they finished the video, not getting much done except for the fact that Lachlan died, as usual, they all did their outros and hopped back on Skype.

"So, Rob, what's wrong with Mat? Are you sure he's okay," Vik questioned. He always seemed concerned about everyone's health. He was so caring. That's one reason why they all loved him so much.

"Yeah, he's fine. Just a little stomachache after a-" A loud scream came from upstairs. Rob's ears clenched as adrenaline and fear ran through his bloodstream, surging through his veins. He didn't even bother to shut the computer, or even Skype. Lachlan and Vik just stared in panic for a moment before exiting the call.

"ROBBBBBBBBBBBBBB." The masculine voice became a feminine, lip-curling scream. Rob sprinted up the stairs as though he was in the Olympics, tripping left and right over his own feet.

"BABE, I'M COMING. YOU'LL BE OK. WHAT'S WRONG? DO YOU NEED ME TO CALL 911?" Rob asked several questions, none were answered, before entering the room. Mat was curled up in a ball on his side, rocking back and forth. When he looked up, his face was smeared with tears, his eyes puffy. Rob kneeled next to Mat, running his hand up the pained male's arm.