Trigger warning: none! just a nice chapter with new friends and tickle-attacks :D
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Sam's computer was too bright. The setting had it with as soft lighting as it could, and yet the looking at it still made him squint. He had to finish this damn project. Then he could go to bed.
Or, it could turn out to be four in the morning. Lovely.
He shut it off, both mentally and physically exhausted, and hauled himself off his chair and to his closet, only to find his pyjamas were strewn across the floor. Maybe he forgot to pick them up? Sam decided they weren't worth his time. He threw— literally threw— himself onto his bed, not even bothering to get under the covers, falling asleep before he even closed his eyes. As you do.
When he got up the next morning, blessed by being coaxed into awakening by the sun casting soft rays through his curtains and not blaring alarm clocks, he realized it was Saturday. Not a school day. He could relax; only slightly, still had to finish that stupid project by twelve tomorrow.
He glanced over at the clock on his dresser, ornately carved hands set on the eleven and the nine. It was already noon. He'd been asleep for seven hours. What a good way to start the morning. Missing the entirety of it. He was speed running today already. As you do.
His phone screen was lit up with dm's from someone he didn't recognize. They were named 'beeboi_' on Twitter, and had a profile picture of a cartoon bumblebee with a sparkly filter on. It was an undeniably wholesome profile, a short bio with vague facts and some spelling errors, all done in fancy fonts.
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Nothing about the profile screamed 'this person will hack and kill me' but hey, you never know, it could be an elaborate trick. The messages were 'hello!' then 'are you sam? sorry if this the wrong number!' He seemed polite, another good sign. Sam's initial panic switch flipped back to calm, already typing out a response.
Yeah this is Sam! What do you need?
It only took Tubbo a couple of minutes to reply, long enough for Sam to change into a random outfit that presented itself. Just a casual T-shirt with a college logo on the front and jeans. His hair was knotty, the curls separating as he pulled his fingers through them.
hi! im tubbo, nice to meet yuo! are you the guy from my old computer class?
Sam quirked an eyebrow. From the looks of it, this guy probably wasn't older than twenty, and the last computer class he took was two years ago.
Maybe? The one at XXX-LOCATION?
He realized after hitting send that it probably wasn't a good idea to send a location. Luckily, Tubbo was actually someone he knew, as confirmed by his next text.
