I'm so sorry I had to forgive me-

Tubbo walked into the house, heading straight for the kitchen looking around he opened one of the cabinets looking for a cup. Once he found one he grabbed it and closed that cabinet turning around to be met with a smiley face.

"BA!"

"AHHHHHHH!!" Tubbo screeched and instinctively kicked this person where the sun doesn't shine. They let out an agonizing groan and collapsed on the floor.

He looked down at the person who he recognized as no other than Dream. He was in an alternate form of himself(basically his blob form). The door was opened to reveal everyone who was outside, "TUBBO YOU OKAY I HEARD A NOI—oh" Tommy started but stopped after seeing Dream was down on the holding his private area.

"Big D what are you doin here?" Tommy asked, walking towards the blob man. "Pretty sure after what happen his D ain't so big anymore" Plate laughed at his own joke, while everyone just looked at him with a '👁👄👁' face. Plate stopped laughing and then coughed nervously, "ech hem—anyway what are you doing here Dwé?" Tubbo asked saying Dream in a weird accent.

Dream collected himself and shaking-ly stood up "I lost my cat" he said casually, everyone groaned. "My guy you had one major fucking job!" Plate said shaking his head in disappointment, grabbing the bridge of his nose. Dream protested "and I was doing that job successfully. . .until she decided to go missing" he argued, Plate shook his head.

You didn't know what was happening and decided to grow some balls and ask.

"What cat?" You manage to say, Dream sighed "My cat, Patches, oh and Hi I didn't see you there" he said then greeted waving at you. You hesitantly waved back, "Hey! Don't manipulate her with your kindness!" Tubbo said, running towards you and engulfing you in a protective hug.

Dream gave him a confused glance before looking at Plate "Did I miss something?" He asked, Plate shrugged "Lmfao ig, erm anyway you gone haft to get out cuz Murder-Chan could be here any minute and I don wanna get in trouble with 'er" Plate said in a weird accent. He shooed Dream out the door and shut it behind him, and turned to us putting his hands together.

"aight who wants a poptart!?"

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Oof sorry its short, and we Stan protective Tubbo