yeet that wheat.
*stuffs a pizza bite into BENs mouth*
BEN: *muffled* "CrAp, stop, this is the fifteenth pizza bite STAP, I CANT BRAthE, mY SmOl elf mouth cant fit anymore pizza bite-"
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Y/N
   I sat on the couch with a stiff spine, my hands in my lap.
   BEN. basically the only person I think I was cool with, sat on the other end of the couch, eating his fourth packet of pocky sticks, playing Zelda, Breath of the Wild on his Nintendo Switch.
   "Pocky?"
   "Nah."
   "Okay."
   It had been fifteen minutes, but it felt like it had been hours.
   I'm scared.
   "You sure?"
   "...."
   Ben tossed a pocky stick at me. It bounced off my face and into my lap.
   "W-what are you g-guys d-doing?"
   I looked over the couch, and Toby had his chin resting on the back of the couch, looking at me.
   He pulled down his goggles, and made grabby fists at Ben.
   Ben gave him a pocky stick, and you'll never guess what Toby did with it.
   H E  T H R E W  I T  A T  M E.
   It bounced off my collarbone and landed in my lap.
   I  s a i d  n o t h i n g .
   I ignored it. It was actually kind of fun not to laugh. This assault went on for about five minutes before Ben yawned, took the pocky, and floated up the stairs.
   Toby jumped the couch, and landed in Bens spot. He looked at me expectantly.
   I ignored him... because as fun as this was, I was still scared shitless.
   The expectant staring continued, until Toby crawled across the couch, sat on his heels, took a pocky from my lap, and shoved it into my face up to the chocolate part. I sighed, and ate the rest.
   Toby sat back down on the other side of the couch, "I just-t want to s-say thank y-you."
   I tilted my head at him, and I felt my shoulders I'm and back relax into a slouch, "For what?" I ask.
   "Nuggets and waffles." He replied as if I had just said, "Hm, the floor here is made of floor."
   I smiled, "Oh. Well, it was only, like, two hundred and fifty dollars worth of my savings, NO BIGGIE." I said, smiling wider.
Toby seemed pleased that I was talking.
"It-t's funny t-that food s-saved your life m-multiple t-times."
"Tell me about it," I laughed, "first with Smile, then Jeff, then basically every last one of you, I hate my life." I grumbled. Toby picked up another pocky from the couch, "You kn-know, I used to g-go to the same middle school a-as y-you." He said, nibbling the pocky.
   I raised my eyebrows, "Really? Brookland? Seriously?" I asked. (brookland isn't an actual school, just roll with it.)
   Toby chuckled, "Yeah, I used to be the kid on the swing set all the time."
   "Wow. I... never would've recognized you. Things sure have changed." I said, trying to keep my eyes off the gash in his cheek.
   He laughed, "T-tell me about i-it."
   I smiled, and began picking up the pocky sticks.
   Wow, somehow the elf got twenty six on the couch and me. How many does he even have?
   I slouched, and began shoving them into my face.
   "Such a sudden appetite." Toby said.
   "I have a sweet tooth (ROLL WITH IT)" I mumbled.
   Toby's eyes lit up, "M-Me toooo! Hey hey, c-come on, lemme show y-you something!" He said  grabbing my wrist and hauling me up. He basically dragged me to what seemed to be the kitchen.
AND HOLY S H I T.  WAS IT A KITCHEN.
   Three stoves, two sinks, a huge ass Adventure Time style freezer, a huge refrigerator, AND an island style counter WITH BARSTOOLS.
"H-holy frick... are you serious? I'm I hallucinating? THIS KITCHEN." I exclaimed.
   Toby waddled to the huge freezer and opened it.
   My jaw dropped.
   A little from disgust, but still.
   Next to a severed hand, was AT LEAST FIFTY SOMETHING TUBS OF ICE CREAM.
   I stared at it, and rested a hand on Toby's shoulder.
   I turned my head and gave him a steady stare.
   "P l e a s e ."