Dropped in •MYTC story• [includes ships]

Chapter 6: Snacc time

Dream stands in front of everyone, whom are sitting on the couch. "We have eight rooms, five up here, three in the basement. There are.." he pauses for a moment as he counts everyone there. "Eight of us exactly. Why would we need to group up prior?

Because at the rate we're finding people, it's best we do this now. Haven't even made it through a full twenty-four hours and we have eight of us. Now, we already know me and George will share a room and Tommy and tubbo will share a room, but we don't know who else plans to share with who." He says, waiting for someone to volunteer with someone.

"I'll stick with furry, he's fun to talk with." Wilbur says, smiling at Fundy. "I-I'm not a furry, but besides that I guess I wouldn't mind sharing a room with you." Fundy says quietly, his tail gently beating against the couch.

"I guess that's alright for now. Schlatt and techno can share a room with sapnap, just so there's four rooms left for new members." Dream finishes declaring the rooms, clapping his hands together once. "WHAT?!" Sapnap says. "Why me? Why can't techno and schlatt share a room and leave me alone?" He waves his clawed hands at techno and schlatt.

Dream face palms at sapnap's reaction and continues."Stop being dramatic. By the way, wilbur and tubbo will be in charge of the food, I believe that tubbo would learn quickly and I trust Wilbur has some cooking skills." Dream shrugs and walks to his room, which he is now sharing with George.

|time skip because these chapters have so|
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Wilbur's POV:

I sigh and wash the blood off my hands from chopping up that weird moose thing. At least that's what everyone is calling it. Tubbo has been waiting in the kitchen for me to come back with it so we can start cooking.

I separate the different parts of the creature into bags and walk inside the house, I put most of it in the fridge and freezer, but keep one decently big slab of meat out. "That's what we're cooking?" Tubbo says, tilting his head. "Mhmm" I hum, looking at our lack of kitchen utensils and knives.

No, Third POV since I accidentally changed it:

"What are we gonna use to cook this?" "I mean, we could just cook it over a fire like those shows..!" Tubbo suggest. "But that's actually not effective and seasoning it would be difficult." Wilbur says, denying tubbo's suggestion.

"Are you hungry or not..? We can get better ways to cook later, let's just cook it outside." Tubbo says, annoyed that he was denied even though he feels his idea is good. Wilbur chuckles. "Alright, movie style it is. Wanna ask sapnap if he'll help us with the fire part?" He suggests, tubbo nodding in agreement.

They walk over to the room sapnap is sharing with techno and schlatt and knock on the open door to get sap's attention. "Hey sapnap, would you mind helping us light a fire so we can cook dinner?" Tubbo ask politely. "Oh, yeah sure." Sapnap stands up and walks over to them.

They all walk outside to the front of the house.  Tubbo starts setting up some stones for the fire pit. The other two wait around, walking around the area so they don't get bored. "Done!" Tubbo chimes once he's done putting the rocks down. He places some dry pieces of wood down and steps away from the fire pit.

Sapnap takes his cue and lights the wood on fire, shooting it from his palms. Tubbo starts setting up sticks above the fire so they can cook the food, once he's done with his creation he let's out a content hum. They stab a skewer through the meat and put it atop of the fire, hovering above it.

"We did it, now all we have to do is spin it around a bit until it's cooked all the way through." Tubbo exclaims, sitting down by an end of the skewer to spin the meat when needed.

•Time skip•
Fundy stares at  Wilbur's guitar. "How did he do that?" He thinks to himself. He walks over and picks it up off the bed in the room, "I can't play a guitar,let alone do some weird magic stuff with one.." he mutters as he holds it right. He then strums it a few times with nothing happening.

Wilbur walks into the room. "Watcha doin, fundy?" He asks calmly. Fundy tears his hand away from the guitar. "u-um.. n-nothing! Just looking around!" He says as he steps away from the guitar. Wilbur smiles and chuckles. "Chill, I'm not mad, just a guitar after all." Wilbur walks to his guitar and picks it up.

Fundy let's out a nervous chuckle, followed by a sigh of relief. "Thank god.." he says. Wilbur sits down on the bed in the room and starts playing the guitar. it softly glows golden color. Fundy watches in amazement, sitting down next to wilbur and watching as he plays. "So.. only you can do the cool magic stuff?" He asks curiously.

Wilbur answers "Cool magic stuff? Yeah, I suppose only I can do it. At least I'm the only person that can do it so far." He puts the guitar down, it's soft glow fading. "Weren't you supposed to be.. like.. cooking dinner?" Fundy says, tilting his head. His ear flops to one side as he does so. "Ohhh right, I was supposed to come and tell you dinner was done." Wilbur says, then standing up. He helps his friend up.

"Oh hell yeah! What are we having for dinner?" Fundy says with excitement, his wagging tail emphasizing that. "Monster moose. Unseasoned monster moose with berry sauce." Wilbur says bluntly. Fundy's tail slows. He ignores the fact that it doesn't sound all that appealing.

He and fundy walk out of the room, then outside where everyone else is. "Took you a long time, eh wilbur?" Schlatt says, already eating his cut of the steak. Wilbur rolls his eyes. "Yeah it took as long as I last. If I were quick it's take as long as you do."  He says, not noticing how that can be taken.

"Oh, it took as long as you last? Interesting, what were you and fundy doin?" Sapnap says, pouring some berry sauce on a his next bite. "Not what I meant, Samsung refrigerator. Let's just eat." Wilbur cuts himself a piece of steak and takes a bite. "What's all this about lasting?" Tubbo ask, then continuing his sentence. "Like.. last in what? Holding your breath, running, planking? Last in what?! Cmon, I cooked your food, I want answers!

Dream laughs, spitting out his food. Most of the group join in and laugh as well, tubbo still very confused. "But he's right! Last in what?" Tommy ask, standing next to his best friend. "Oh tommy, you'll know when you're older"