sᴘɪᴅᴇʏ!//ʏ!ᴅsᴍᴘ

11. ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴄᴀʟ ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴏʟɪᴄ

You wake up and yawn. Groaning as you rub your eyes. You realize your in tubbos room. You stand up and stretch your arms, once you hear the satisfying pop you look around. Tubbo and ranboo left you a note.

Last night you all had a discussion, a very long one. You all agreed that you should lay low, and go between ranboo and tubbos houses, and they would continue to school like normal.

You change out of the pajamas tubbo lent you. They were going to let you burrow clothes until they could figure out a way to get your stuff, or find a more permanent solution. The only issue with this plan was tubbos dad, schlatt, or jschlatt. Even tubbo doesn't know what the j is for.

The other issue is tubbo's older brother, but 'dream' is rarely home. Apparently he went to jail but escaped, or at least that's the rumor.

It doesn't matter, tubbo said as long as you stay in his room all will be fine. You lay back down and look at the ceiling, what were you supposed to do? The sbi had your phone, and all your belongings from that day.

It was Thursday now. You went missing Tuesday afternoon. Aunt may was probably worried sick and purpled- holy shit how would he take this? You need to tell him as soon as possible. You just didn't know where he lived. He is a rather secretive person.

You look through tubbos stuff, boredom getting the best of you. You freeze as you hear a noise. It sounds like stumbling hooves. Almost as if an animal got drunk. There's a loud shuffling heard going up the stairs and towards the room.

The door gets slammed open and schlatt, somehow being a goat man, stumbles in.

"H- you aren't tubbo. Where's tubbo." He snarls as he tries to hold onto the bed frame.

"Uhm- he's at scho-"You try to say, but of course

"Who are you? You are that uh- that twerp who knocked on my door late last night- the fuck? Why- why'd you stay over." His speech slurs as you stumbles forward.

"Are you drunk..?" You question, cautiously walking towards him.

"I'm not drunk!" (Mircowaveeeeee do you know what am sayin' ?) He slurs out.

"You're drunk. Lets- let's get you down stairs.." you lead him downstairs. He leans on you for walking support.

"W-" hic. "Why?" He shakes. The bottle still in his hand. You reach over and slowly take it from his hands. You lead him over to the kitchen island and he sits on one of the stools.

You set the bottle down and pour a cup of water. You walk over to him and put it near him. The moment he picks it up his hand shakes and he starts to spill it so you rush over and help him. You hold the glass up to his lips and help him drink.

You get a cold wash cloth and put it up to his head.

"Do you have a headache?" You ask, in a quiet voice.

"Y-" hic "yeah-" he slurs. He leans against the counter.

"Mhm.." you nod and go over to the medicine cabinet. You pull out a pill bottle of [pain meds] and get two before putting it back. You refill his water and hand him the pills. You help him with the water yet again.

He gives you a grateful smile.

"We should move you to the couch so you can rest. Sound good?" You question. He gives a small nod and you help him over to the couch. He flips down on the couch and groans.

"Thanks kids- you aren't- ...so bad.."

You wait for a minute and hear him start to snore. You sigh and go to the kitchen and make yourself something small for breakfast. God you really don't like alcohol. You've seen what it can do to people.

You make yourself some food and wait on tubbo and ranboo.