3 Weeks 2 Friends 1 Bed

Gayinnit Pog

The next morning, George woke up to find Fundy's arm wrapped around him (damn I wish I could wake up like that😒), the redhead watching TikTok on his phone. The brunette was shocked, jaw dropped to the floor.

"Morning sleepyhead! How'd you rest?" Fundy said nonchalantly.

George was no longer paying attention to the arm wrapped around him, and answered, amusement present in his voice, "Great, you?"

Fundy sighed, smiling. "Good. I guess I owe you ten dollars."

George smirked. "Mmm hmm. Hand it over."

Fundy dramatically sighed, and slapped the back of his hand on his forehead. "Ughhhhhh, Fiiiiine." He grabbed ten dollars out of his wallet, reluctantly handing the money to George.

"Now you just have to call Tommy gay." The brunette laughed.

"This is awesome." Fundy said sarcastically.

Just then, they heard thudding outside. The door burst open to reveal an insane looking Wither, dark circles more than present on his face.

"GOOD MORNING!" he screamed

Fundy yelled right back "WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING?" He asked.

"BECAUSE I'M WAKING EVERYONE UP. NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET OUTTA BED. BY THE WAY, WE'RE IN WYOMING." She then stomped away, literally dragging Ranboo with her. "I don't know either. She's just being really loud, and for some reason is dragging me." The poor thing said as they were pulled away. George and Fundy looked at each other, rather confused.

~•°Time Skip sponsored by WHERE'S THE LAMB SAUCE?°•~

George and Fundy were now standing in the general area of the camper, fully dressed, and still befudd I'mled with Wither's attitude. She was standing before them, poor Ranboo still held in her grasp.

"Umm... Wither, why've you kidnapped Ranboo?" Jack asked nervously.

"Because they are purely awesome," Wither said, "and because I feel like it. So there."

Ranboo was making a face of general disdain at this statement. "He's pissed at me. The reason as to why is what I'm unsure of."

Wither rolled his eyes, letting go of Ranboo. The taller of the two got up from the floor, clearly annoyed. "I am going to use the God-killing cake on you." They said menacingly.

"The what?" George asked, shocked.

"Oh, nobody told you? I made a cake once, it was really terrible because A: I put m&ms in it, B: because I put three full cans of frosting on it, and C: I put more m&ms and gummi worms on top. Therefore, we officially named the recipe: The Cake that can Kill God, and put it on several websites for baking and cooking." Ranboo said, seeming proud of themself.

"Okay, wow. That is... I do not know whether or not to be concerned." George said.

Fundy replied, "Don't be concerned. Be afraid. When Ran threatens to use the God-killing cake on someone, they are really, really pissed at them."

Most of the group had already stepped back from the taller, including George and Fundy.

"Pfft, I'm not scared of your divine-being-destroying confectionary. I will eat it, then shit it right back out." Wither said aggressively.

Phil was now hunched over laughing, clearly amused by the argument happening.

"I know you will. That's why I will modify the recipe to something that can kill Satan." Ranboo bit back.

"Well I'll eat that too, and shit it out as well."

Ranboo gasped melodramatically, putting his hand over their mouth. "Oh, but why?"