"... Tango, you okay?- " Etho asked.

Tango had been zoned out for a while, as the other members of BEST were chatting about corn dogs for some reason- don't ask why.

Tango flinched back into reality, nodding- a bit shaky for whatever reason.

Let's see that reason...

Hm.

Interesting.

Somehow, the ringmaster with the eyed shadow got in contact with him... let's show that conversation.

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"tango... don't..." the dots are record scratching.

Tango stiffened.. where was he- no, the voice? Why was it familiar but also not? Where did he recognize it from?..

Wait-

It was him. The one that was sobbing

"don't............ get too angry— don't believe... Jas-" And then silence.

What the... fuck?

Don't get too angry. Don't believe Jas... Jasper?

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Reviewing this audio- oh, by the way I'm Jasper.

Reviewing this audio, it seems that I was exposed... damn, that's sad. How rude of the ringmaster, am I right Flare?

I thought I was gonna give the angst mostly to Ren, in the roleplay, but.. he'll get some too.

Okay! Back to the actual chapter!

Tango had found himself caught in the talk of corndogs, and he had a rather.. strong opinion on the food. 

"They're literally fucking garbage- I don't know why they were made. I literally know who made them- Sylvia Schur, the worst person to ever exist." He stated, adamantly.

Bdubs was laughing, Etho was watching amusedly- and Skizzle... was against Tango. "Dude- wait why do you know who invented corndogs?"

"I was kinda hoping he was alive, so I could stab his eyes out."

Bdubs began wheezing- and, his laughter was so intense that it caught the attention of some Dream SMP members.

"Hey, what's going on here?" Wilbur asked- leaning back in his chair, so he was closer to the scene.

Skizzle pointed at Tango accusedly. "This man- this guy right here- doesn't like corndogs! Can you believe this?? He doesn't like the best food to ever exist!"

"Best food? Corndogs-- ew, no. Pineapple pizza's way better." Wilbur said- smug grin.

It was wiped off his face when he noticed everyone in the room (except Tango) was staring at him with shocked expressions.

Detention was chaotic that day.

Tango decided to check on the groupchat.

Impulse: WDYM ITS EASY TO TELL THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN RAIN AND SNOW

Grian: IT IS?? ARE YOU BLIND IMPULSE SHOULD WE GET NEW GLASSES FOR YOU? YOU CAN BORROW MINE THEY MIGHT HELP

Pearl: I mean it's really unlikely your glasses are the power Impulse needs, he needs a LOT of power if he can't tell the difference between rain and snow

Impulse: YOU GUYS JUST HAVE WAY TOO GOOD EYESIGHT 

Scott: By being able to identify weather?

Impulse: YES

Impulse: Wait

Ren: LMAO

Tango snickered to himself- then looking back up at reality.

"ITS JUST LIKE VEGETABLES ON PIZZA- JUST A PINEAPPLE-" Wilbur shouted, to protect his case.

"WHICH ISN'T A VEGETABLE??" Bdubs retaliated.

Tango decided to leave them to their own vices.

Then- someone entered the detention room.

Not the principal, nor anyone in student counselling..

No, it was Scar.. with an oddly serious expression on his face.

Something had clearly happened.