chapter' is totally not foreshadowing anything *cough cough* totally isn't

You, Plate, Tubbo, and Tommy were playing cards and Plate was winning and Tommy was pissed about that.

"HOW THE HELL ARE YOU WINNING?! YOU SAID YOU WERE A BEGINNER!?" Tommy yelled, at Raccoonpanda masked panda man. Plate just shrugged "Beginners luck?" He smiled nervously at the blonde, Tommy scoffed "FWUCKING BULLSHIT! YOU CHEATING I CAN SMELL IT!" Tommy yelled and pointed an accusing finger at the tall male.

Tubbo and you watched like 'This is fine'.

Plate chuckled "Damn Tommy, i didn't know you were country" he made a smug smile, Tommy made incoherent raccoon noises. And just started screeching at Plate.

"I'LL SHOW YOU COUNTRY!!"

"Y/N better control your simp, cuz I won't hesitate to do a Sangwoo and knock his ass out" Plate looked at you, while pushing an angry Tommy back. You couldn't help but snicker at that, you grabbed Tommy by the shoulders and held him back. Tommy gave up and just relaxed still death glaring Plate. Who just stuck up his middle fingers and his tongue.

Your ears perked up to the sound of rapid footsteps coming. The door opened revealing a tall, panting Wilbur(sounded odd), "Ah, sorry i'm late" he stopped for a moment catching his breath. "I was. . .doing. . .somethings" he paused a few times before straightening his posture. As he walked in more rapid footsteps could be heard along with few thumps.

Murder-Chan fell halfway through the doorway, while panting quickly scrambling to her feet. "He pushed me down the fucking stairs!" Murder-Chan yelled.

So much yelling going on.

She pointed at Wilbur who protested, "Push is such a strong word. . .I prefer to call it. . .giving you a little nudge." Wilbur grinned, and looked down at the pissed short female.

"Oh, i'll give you a little nudge when I shove my foot up yo ass!" Murder-Chan growled, stepping closer towards the tall brunette male. Wilbur's eye twitched and leaned down-well-er more of squat, "Hey! Watch your fucking language in front of your fucking president!" He scolded, Murder-Chan scoffed and rolled her eye. "Your not my damn president, I don't even live in Loser'manburg!" She retorted.

Plate choked and coughed, trying so hard to stifle a laugh but failing miserably. Tommy was protesting again and Tubbo was just shaking his head.

Wilbur frowned "tf you just say?"

Plate made a 'ooo' noise and Tommy just stayed quiet, Tubbo he was being Tubbo, You were a little scared.

"Mmm i sensed tension so i came as soon as i could" Dream said sitting next to you.

You were not going to question how he got here.

"Did I fuckin' stutter!"

And with that. . .all hell broke loose.

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