☆⋆𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲𝐁𝐨𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜. + Tubbo • 𝕆𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤⋆☆

𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠

ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ ɪꜱ ʙᴀꜱɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴏᴍᴍʏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ʜᴏʀʀɪʙʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʀɪɴɢᴇʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʜᴏʟɪᴅᴀʏꜱ, ꜱᴛᴀʏ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ

𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

I slowly opened my eyes and judging by the brightness of the room, It was pretty early in the morning. The sun was peeking through the curtains, illuminating the previously dark room. I would have considered it to be pretty if not for the fact that the brightness annoys me greatly. It is far too early in the morning to be waking up.

Usually I wake up at close to 10 AM but I guess my internal alarm clock went off early because checking the time, it's exactly 7 o'clock. I lay in bed for a good 10 minutes contemplating my life decisions and thinking about witty remarks or other things I could've said during past conversations that are probably long gone from the other person's memory, before checking Twitter and getting dressed.

I head downstairs and see Phil and Techno standing in the kitchen drinking coffee, while Wilbur is sitting on the couch, looking at his phone. Does everyone wake up this early everyday? "Hey guys" I say. "Hey, Techno, since when did you drink coffee?"

"Uhh everyday? You practically sleep till noon, Tommy, why would I be drinking coffee at 12 in the afternoon when I could be doing something productive?" There he goes again being all smart n' shit with his more than one word replies.

"Oi Technoblade, it's too early for you to start being a dickhead" this man thinks he's so great and all with his long hair, pvp skills and his stupid east, south, west, north bullshit. He thinks he's so smart just because he's an English major, whatever that means.

"Looks like somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed today," Phil muttered with a chuckle. I grumbled and walked over to Wilbur.

"Hey Wilbur," I sit down next to him and look over his shoulder. "What's going on? How are you doing Wilbur?" He turns off his phone and pinches the bridge of his nose. He looks irritated.

"Well I was trying to enjoy some peace and quiet, but I must've angered the gods or something since you're here now," He said harshly.

"Oh no, I've disturbed the music man," I joke. "So anyway Wilbur, what's the worst word you know?"

[𝐮𝐡𝐡𝐡 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩 𝐢 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬]

𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

"Tommy, can you even reach the high shelf?" I ask. Tommy grumbles and climbs onto the counter. "I'm a big man, of course I can reach the high shelf!" This child is going to get himself killed one day.

"Okay, but at least get off of the counter for Christ's sake," The gremlin child ignores me and starts throwing things on the floor, looking through multiple cabinets.

"Don't tell me what to do bitch!" He shouts. "Now leave!" He grabs a spatula and waves it in my direction in a 'threatening' manner.

𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞. 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐩.