"Tommy!" Tubbo knocked on his best friend's door anxiously, "Tommy open up the door!" Ranboo joined his husband, banging on the door and peering through the peephole, "Tommy, man? You alright??" Very slowly, the door creaked open, followed by the sound of grunting and falling on the floor. Tubbo frowned as he checked the other side of the door. Nothing was there except Tommy's signature red-and-white shirt lying in a heap on the floor, "Damn, Tommy. I don't need to tell you to clean your room like I'm your mother." He sighed and picked up the article of clothing- or at least tried to. Ranboo gasped and pointed at the small figure. He had a mop of messy, short blond hair and he was puffing his cheeks out, as if trying to say something, "Tubbo, there's a child here." Ranboo bent down and picked up the toddler, "Aww. What's your name, little guy-" the kid hit Ranboo's cheek angrily and then unleashed something so powerful, neither man knew how to stop it. The baby started crying. Crack fic pogggg (idk, man, my brain at 2 am goes brrrrrr)