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Unlike previous meet-ups, it seemed as though GeorgeNotFound would be the last to arrive at the airport. In all fairness, it wasn't entirely his fault. He'd been left in charge of his cousins while visiting family for a while, and no matter how many times he seemed to remind the other adults they seemed to forget he had pre-made plans.
His phone had blown up from a combination of Tommy, Tubbo and Wilbur spamming every messaging service he used- Discord, WhatsApp, Snapchat, Twitter and Instagram were filled to the brim with pings.
He thanked the taxi driver as he finally made it to Heathrow airport, grabbing his suitcase from the boot and heading to the entrance. Just to be sure, he wore a fabric mask and a disposable one.
In this day and age, it didn't take long for him to get past the front desk without recognition, then he had to wait for security. He occupied himself by informing his companions that he'd arrived, much to their excitement.
"Thank fuck." Wilbur quietly said, pulling George into a hug once he'd finally met up with the group. Their flight was about to start boarding, the last thing they wanted was to be last on.
"Left it a bit close there mate." Phil added, and he and Kristin picked up their bags, ready to head to where they needed to be. In all seriousness, they were quite close to missing the flight if George didn't turn up.
"Can't believe we could have left gogy behind- would make a good video title though." Jack commented, stopping himself from laughing. Tommy couldn't hold it in, and he burst out laughing and began making up clickbait titles with Jack and Tubbo, Niki occasionally chiming in.
"Get held up by family?" Wilbur asked, as he and George lead the way. The shorter of the duo nodded, fixing his collar.
"Had to watch my cousins, and then just nobody seemed to let me leave." George was just glad he managed to make it, the last thing he wanted was to screw up the group's plans on their trip to Canada.
That's right, Canada. This wasn't even the whole group- the rest would be met in Ottawa, and then they'd be driving for a few hours until they made it to the hired out winter cabin.
Excluding the group currently in Heathrow, those attending were Dream, Sapnap, Punz, Karl, Quackity and Ranboo.
They'd decided to splash out, renting a comfortably sized cabin for a week before Christmas to just spend time with each other and indulge in the festive spirit.
Everything else was smooth sailing, from boarding to take off. Only Kristin managed to stay awake the entire flight, mostly because of how much she disliked flying. She had Phil with her to serve as comfort though.
The landing was just as smooth, as was going through customs and all the other necessary steps. By the time they'd made it out into the freezing winter air, two mini buses had pulled up, the occupants immediately rushing over.
Hugs were had, friends were reunited. It was all around a good time.
George found himself sat by the window close to the front of the minibus, occupying himself with quiet conversations with both Dream and Sapnap. Karl and Quackity were soon to join, as was Punz.
The bus in front contained everyone else, and since Phil had been in charge of deciding where the group accommodation was he had the location punched into his satnav.
Something else that had already been taken care of was the food situation. The company who had supplied the accommodation had been kind enough to leave some food products that were perfectly sealed, things such as tins of soup or beans, and frozen vegetables. It was a precaution, especially with the weather conditions around here.
There was already a decent amount of snow outside, and there was rumours of a pretty nasty snowstorm incoming over the next few days. However, what was supplied (food wise) wouldn't be enough, so the group that hadn't had so long of a flight had indulged in trips to multiple different stores, just grabbing whatever they thought would be eaten.
George sighed, resting his head against the cool glass and just admiring the view outside. He didn't think he'd ever seen this much snow before, it was fascinating.
"Tired already? Didn't you sleep on the flight?" Sapnap questioned, elbowing him in the side. George only gave a slight laugh in response, sitting up again.
"Jet lag will be starting to catch up, I can see Tommy and Tubbo passed out already." Dream added, pointing to the vehicle ahead. In fact, it seemed as though most of the passengers had drifted off.
"I bet the atmosphere doesn't help either." Punz mentioned, spreading out across the two seats he'd claimed. Karl did the same thing, as did Quackity. Sapnap would have done the same thing but he wanted to sit next to George.
A comfortable quiet fell upon the bus, excuse the Christmas songs quietly playing on the radio. Sapnap had been singing along, but he'd stopped once he felt a weight on his shoulder, glancing to see George completely passed out.
"I told you he was bullshitting when he said he doesn't like affection." Quackity mumbled, as he'd not long spent some time in England, and had learnt to know George's true self off camera.
"Trust me, we all knew it was bullshit."
"Just wake him up, he's not gonna stab you." Karl encouraged, as he had remained on the bus once everyone else had gotten off, working together to get all the bags inside before the snow began to fall.
"But he always says he hates being woken up." Sapnap quickly said, sitting in the exact same position as he had been an hour previous.
He and Karl continued their back and forth quiet bickering until Wilbur clambered up the steps with the grace of a newborn lamb. "Why aren't you insi- oh."
The tallest of the small group made his way over, placing his hand on George shoulder. Unliked the others- par Dream and Tommy, he wasn't afraid of waking George up. During late summer and Autumn they'd spent a decent amount of time together.
He shook him slightly, and to nobody's surprise, George began to wake up with a groan, shifting so his face was hidden by Sapnap's jacket.
"C'mon George, everyone's inside already." Wilbur stopped to shiver. "And it's fuckin freezing when the heatings not on in here." Karl and Sapnap had to agree.
With the brain fog continuing to cloud his thoughts, George allowed himself to be sat up, his seatbelt being unclipped. He was vaguely aware of his coat being pulled on, and the sleeves being pulled down his arms.
Next thing he knew, he was inside a cabin. He finally started to become aware of his surroundings, as he was sat down on a sofa. To be honest, he didn't understand why he was being pushed around so much, but he didn't have the energy to question it.
It didn't take him long for him to flop back over, not even bothering to take his coat off as he easily fell back into a restless doze. Nobody seemed concerned, as they all knew about George's weird sleeping habits.
In fact it wasn't until a few hours later that someone began to grow concerned, and that someone was Punz. He'd settled into a plush chair nearby to where George had flopped, and as time passed he begun to notice George's hair becoming damper and damper from sweat, or the way he seemed to continuously shift uncomfortably.
"Phil, I'm not sure if there's something up with George." Punz admitted, only saying something once Phil was close enough to be the only person to hear what he was saying.
The oldest of the group immediately frowned, glancing over at George to be met with him sweating, and his breaths getting deeper and deeper.
He sneakily rested the back of his hand against the 25 year old's forehead, immediately shocked at just how high his temperature appeared to be.
Unfortunately, he wasn't sneaky enough, and George slowly started to sit up moments after Phil had carefully stepped away.
"George? Feeling okay mate?" Phil questioned, hiding the annoyance in his voice as George took off his coat, a pained expression on his face. He then took off his hoodie, and his sweatshirt, leaving him in his T-shirt and sweatpants.
He lay back down with a quiet groan, as feverish aches settled deep into his bones. "Not really, no." George admitted, staring at the ceiling above.
Punz sat up a little, fixing his jacket. "You should probably head up to your room if you're not feeling great, I'll show you where it is." He offered, already standing up and stretching.
"Yeah uhm, sure." George reluctantly agreed, sitting up with another groan before standing, not too well balanced on his feet at the moment.
The two made their way upstairs, and Punz gave a quick version of a tour, making sure George knew where all the bathrooms were and who was staying in which room, but in all honesty he didn't think George was paying much attention.
"And then here's your room." Punz pushed the door open, unsurprised by the fact Karl and Sapnap were already in there. It seemed as though they'd been tasked with making all the beds for this room.
George nodded, rocking on his heels and being met with a steadying hand on his lower back. He assumed it was Punz, as he hadn't heard anyone else join them yet.
They were acknowledged by the two, who made their way over after finishing up on what seemed to be the last bed.
"Still tired?" Karl asked, being met with a nod as George leant up against the door frame. He was lightly pushed forwards by Punz, making him go sit down on his newly claimed bed.
"He's like, really warm." Punz whispered to the others, since George was distracted by the fact his suitcase was already under the bed.
"You think he's coming down with something? He didn't seem all that with it when we tried to wake him up earlier." Sapnap asked and added, leaning on the previously occupied doorframe.
"Maybe, so just try to keep an eye on him, for now we'll let him sleep." Their conversation was interrupted by shouting down the hall from what was known as Bench Trio's room.
"Yeah...Tommy wanted to do a scuffed laptop stream." Karl said, understanding why Punz looked a little frustrated. They had just got there after all.
I mean, at least their room wasn't directly next to this one. The three stepped fully inside, closing the door. The younger trio was almost silent with the door shut, so it would have to do.
"I'm just gonna chill on my bunk, you try and get some sleep alright George?" Sapnap instructed, as George got comfortable underneath his blanket. He had one of the two single beds, whereas Sapnap and Karl then Quackity and Punz had bunk beds- Dream had the other single bed.
Punz and Karl left after that, turning the light off and once again closing the door to try and make it as quiet as possible.
No matter what position George seemed to lie in, it didn't prevent the churning pain in his stomach. He'd managed to keep his discomfort quiet, muffling his groans into his pillow.
However, one thing he couldn't silence was the painfully loud rebellion inside his digestive system, which seemed to have it out for him at the moment.
Sapnap wasn't deaf, and he wasn't stupid either. He'd been messaging a group chat he'd made around ten minutes prior. He informed Dream, Karl, Punz and Quackity of what was happening, and then proceeded to message Dream with any finer details he didn't think George would appreciate being shared.
What he didn't expect was a few minutes later, when there was a few gentle taps on the door. "Come in." He quietly called out, and the door was pushed open.
Sapnap recognised the silhouette in the doorway to be Dream, purely because of the fact he wasn't far off banging his head on the doorframe.
Once fully in the room, the door was shut once again. "Is George asleep?" Dream questioned, to which Sapnap shrugged, not sure if he'd drifted off.
"Nope." George mumbled, lying on his stomach. No matter what position he lay in he was uncomfortable, but this one seemed to help for the time being.
"I've been given the task of getting your temperature, so can you sit up for me?" Dream was armed with one of those temperature guns- they were less invasive then the ones that go in your ear, and there was no fear of spreading stuff unlike the ones that went in your mouth or- yeah we won't even go there.
George sat up with a groan, shyly wrapping his arm across his middle, trying to alleviate the nausea that sitting up had brought. "Was anyone sick when you were visiting family?" Dream questioned, gently pushing George's fringe back and scanning his forehead.
"One of my cousins was throwing up a lot, like a lot. My uncle said it was Norovirus or something." He explained, closing his eyes and relaxing beneath the comforting pressure on his face.
Sapnap and Dream exchanged concerned glances, mostly because neither of them had any clue as to what this 'Norovirus' thing was- all they knew is it had virus in the name so it couldn't have been good.
"Right...well I'm gonna to grab you some medicine." Dream lied, motioning for Sapnap to come with him. "And Sap is gonna grab you a drink."
George just nodded, lying back down once the comfort had been taken away. He kept his eyes shut and his hands on his stomach, trying not to move or make the nausea worse.
The door quietly clicked shut, and the two clueless yet worried friends rushed down the hall, making Tommy's chat go wild as the laptop was currently situated on the bottom bunk, and the trio was seated on the floor.
"Was that just fuckin, Dream and Sapnap?" Tommy asked with a laugh, subsequently making Ranboo and Tubbo laugh.
It was only about a minute later until they got downstairs, being greeted by most of the others watching a Christmas film. Neither of them knew which one it was though.
Phil turned to look at the duo, furrowing his brow at how concerned they appeared. "Everything alright?" He asked, shifting so his body was facing them. His question also caught the attention of the others nearby.
"What the fuck is Norovirus?" Sapnap rushed, not thinking twice before the words left his mouth.
A tense atmosphere suddenly settled, and all the people who'd come from England exchanged concerned glances. Everyone looked to Wilbur, as he'd put his hands to his face, his glasses falling to the floor as his chest began to heave with rushed breaths.
"Please don't tell me George has got Norovirus." Phil practically begged, quickly rising to his feet. Karl had already started rubbing Wilbur's back once he'd gotten permission, trying to calm him down.
Dream rubbed the back of his neck, and Sapnap looked away awkwardly, shoving his hands deep in his pockets and just wishing that the ground would swallow him whole.
"He uhm, said his cousin had it." Sapnap mumbled, whatever confidence he'd had before had been shattered, now all he wanted was to get away from this situation.
Punz stood from his seat at the table, he'd been scrolling through TikTok for a while but had looked up at the commotion once Dream and Sapnap had come downstairs. He immediately noticed the way Sapnap was scratching his hand, a little too hard for his liking.
His hand made its way to Sapnap's lower back, snapping him from his anxious daydreams. "I mean it's not really anything we can get annoyed about, shit happens, it's fine."
The others exchanged glances, quickly realising that Punz had not been there to experience a very similar situation only a few months prior.
"We all got sick last time we had a group holiday." Jack explained, his mood not really bothered by the news. Like Punz had just said, it was nothing to get annoyed over.
Wilbur was practically escorted upstairs by Karl and Kristin, his rapid breaths descending into a full blown panic attack. "Oh yeah, and Wilbur is extremely emetophobic." Phil added, sitting on the arm of the sofa with a sigh.
"We could just try and keep George in our room." Dream suggested, lightly pushing Sapnap towards the table with Punz so he could sit down and chill for a moment.
"Will sat next to George on the plane, they hugged at the airport, and I'm pretty sure he came and got on the minibus when Sapnap and Karl couldn't wake George up."
Simply put, it seemed like they were completely screwed, and an uncomfortable silence fell upon the room.
The uncomfortable silence was broken by an extremely forceful retch, followed by a splatter.
Dream practically ran back upstairs, going up to his bedroom, expecting to find George there. Unsurprisingly, he did, and he was on his hands and knees beside his bed, a foul puddle of vomit in front of him.
"Ease up, come on." He used the gentlest voice he could, very similar to the one he used when talking to Patches. George was slowly moved until he was sitting up, his back against the bed.
Dream just left him to pant for a few moments, draping his arm across George's trembling shoulders. "Deep breaths, it's okay." He continued to soothe.
George wrapped both his arms around his middle, which seemed to be rolling with nauseating cramps. His throat burnt, as did his mouth and nose. He dragged his arm across his face for a moment, wiping off the gross substance that was clinging to him.
"Feeling well enough to move yet?" Dream questioned, not wanting to rush George and consequently making him feel even worse than he already did.
So when George shook his head, he didn't try and force him up. He merely pulled him closer, being met with a head on his shoulder as the older male sniffled quietly.
"That's alright, just relax." George listened, his breathing returning to a semi-regular pace. He shuddered at the sour taste on his tongue, and tried to avoid looking at the floor.
After a few more minutes of just letting his stomach settle, Dream very carefully helped George into the bathroom, making him sit on the edge of the bath while he used a damp cloth to wipe off his face.
"Right so, we should probably work on getting this fever down before it gets higher." Dream was more so thinking out loud, and therefore didn't expect George to answer.
There was a knock on the bedroom door, barely audible through the soundproofed walls. However, Dream was too busy helping George peel his disgusting shirt off.
A few moments later the bedroom became inhabited by Sapnap and Punz, who had just been trying to get away from the noise downstairs. Calm conversations had turned into frustrated disputes, even making Ranboo head downstairs to see what was happening.
"Fucking hell, that is gross." Sapnap swore, pulling his shirt up to cover his nose. Punz lightly elbowed him, reminding him to use his bedside manner.
"Just shut up and help me." Dream requested, turning away from George. He then got to work on soaking a washcloth in cold water, squeezing out the excess then dabbing it on George's forehead and shoulders.
Sapnap moved out the way, while Punz went into the bathroom to grab the cleaning supplies stored under the sink, and made work of cleaning up the floor. Luckily it was laminate flooring, so there was no worries about a ruined carpet.
It only took a few minutes, but within that time George had needed to change positions, now dry heaving into the toilet with saliva running down his chin as he burped sickly.
"Some fuckin virus, eh?" Dream said lightly, rubbing and patting the sick Brit's back gently. At this point, he knew he'd most likely catch it, and he also didn't feel like just leaving George to fend for himself.
"You're doing good, just take deep breaths." Kristin reassured, gently but firmly holding Wilbur's hands to keep him grounded, his pupils darting as he scoured the room for something to focus on.
"Hey, I found some puzzles." Karl happily announced, bringing a few boxes over. They resembled landscapes and quiet towns, which could definitely help calm the atmosphere.
The box was shook to make sure all the pieces were apart, and then Karl took off the lid and poured all the contents on the little coffee table, dropping to his knees so he had a better reach.
Wilbur joined him after a few moments, working on the edges first and adding any other pieces he found to fit. It wasn't a complete fix, but it helped him to think about anything but what was happening to George- and what could end up happening to everyone.
He shook his head at that thought, trying to keep concentrating. He startled at a random sound across the room, but quickly tried to play it off and continued work on the puzzle.
And that's when the three heard it.
The sound of palms slapping against the flooring, and extremely harsh and forceful coughing. Of course, they knew what it was, and Wilbur couldn't help but feel his chest begin to heave again.
"This is a really nice looking mountain, isn't it?" Kristin asked, pointing to the picture on front of the box. Wilbur was snapped out of his thoughts, quickly agreeing to whatever was said.
"And this puzzle has 200 pieces, that shouldn't take too long if the both of you are doing it." She continued, making the 25 year old nod again.
"Can I have my headphones?" Wilbur asked, itching his ear as a way to drown out the extra noise. He wasn't even sure if what was happening was still happening, but he wasn't about to take a chance.
"Of course, are they in your room?" Kristin's question was met with a nod, and she gently pat Wilbur's shoulder before leaving to fulfil his request.
Karl and Wilbur worked quietly, even after his headphones had been retrieved. It took them almost an hour to finish it, and by then you could definitely tell that Wilbur had calmed down.
"I think I'm gonna head downstairs, just shout if I'm needed alright?" Karl stood up, his knees cracking from the position he'd been in for way too long.
There was no objections against his leave, so he went to the kitchen to make himself some sort of snack.
"Is Wilbur okay?" Phil asked, now sat at the dinner table with Quackity and Punz. It seemed as though he'd been explaining the previous situation to them, and just how bad it had gotten.
Karl nodded, joining them at the table. "We did a puzzle and he listened to some music...how's George?" He hesitated at his question, opening the bag of chips he'd nabbed from the cupboard.
"From what I've been told, it definitely sounds like Norovirus." Phil could tell from Karl's expression he had no clue what Norovirus was- he assumed it wasn't as big as a thing in the States as it was in Britain.
"On this website it's described as the 'Winter vomiting bug'. It's basically your regular, run of the mill stomach virus...intensified by a metric fuck tonne." Punz explained, scrolling through the NHS website.
"It's like what we caught on the camping trip but worse." Phil admitted, lowering his voice a little as to not concern the three teens that had not long come downstairs.
Punz and Quackity didn't know how bad it was last time, but judging by Karl's expression it definitely hadn't been good.
"So...we're fucked right? With how you guys are acting it certainly seems that way." Quackity asked, pushing his fringe away from where it was currently covering his eyes.
Both Phil and Karl gave a slight nod, all four of them sighing.
"At least we've got medicine."
"There's no way in hell he's gonna keep that down long enough for it to take effect." Dream stated, against the idea of George having medicine in the first place. If this bug was like what it had been described as, he knew it would only cause more discomfort further down the line.
Niki gave a frustrated sigh, putting her hand on her hip. She'd been trying to convince Dream for the last few minutes to let George have some medicine to try and settle the nausea so he could actually move from the bathroom.
"Why don't you just ask George if he wants it or not?" Sapnap called from his spot on the top bunk of his and Karl's bed. He wasn't distancing himself, he just didn't think he'd be much help at this second.
Dream and Niki looked to him, and on cue George violently gagged into the bowl, coughing and almost sounding as if he was choking. If it weren't for Karl already being by George's side, then Dream would have rushed to his aid.
"I'm on Clay's side, he can barely keep water down at the moment." Karl added, rubbing and firmly patting George's back to help him cough up what was bothering him. It had been nearly 2 hours since George had started throwing up, and he was still no better.
"Well, we could try to get him to have some once he starts keeping stuff down. It's gotta be worth a try." Niki continued to try and convince them, reading through the label once again.
"My mom never gave me medicine until after the symptoms had started to clear up, apparently it can just intensify the other symptoms while it helps the others." Sapnap added, lying on his back.
"Why don't they put this stuff on the bottle?" Niki frustratedly asked, sitting down at the end of George's bed.
Dream just shrugged, leaning against the dresser. "How's uh, everything downstairs?" He hadn't left the bedroom since George first started throwing up, still feeling a bit weird about earlier.
"Wilburs alright now, I think Ranboo and Tubbo are gonna try to make soup, we can just bring it up if you want any." She explained.
"Thanks, I'll probably take you up on that offer." Dream quietly admitted, glancing into the bathroom again.
After a few moments silence, Niki stood again. "I'll leave you guys to it." She left the bottle of medicine beside George's bed in case anyone had a change of heart, and then just left them to it.
Dream headed back into the bathroom, crouching down beside Karl. The Brit looked infinitely paler, and was just drenched in sweat.
"I'm gonna go see if we've got anything with electrolytes, we just need him hydrated." Karl said, shifting out the way so Dream could take his place, which he did very quickly.
George practically collapsed onto Dream once he'd finished his coughing fit, the harsh coughs turning into broken sobs.
"Hey, you're okay, I've got you." Dream tried to soothe, pulling George into a gentle yet firm hold. One hand cradled his head, the other just rubbing his back.
Sapnap peeked his head up, hearing what was happening due to the door being wide open. He climbed down from his bunk, quietly walking over.
He lingered by the door, unsure of how to help but not wanting to just sit and watch while his friend was in such a state.
"How's about you have a quick shower once you've calmed down, get you into some fresh clothes and get set up in bed rather than on the floor?"
Dream's question wasn't met with an answer, only more pained sobs and whimpers. It killed him to see George, one of his best friends, who would usually just sleep something like this off, so vulnerable.
"Come on pal, straighten up." Sapnap encouraged, sitting on the edge of the bath. He gently rubbed George's shoulder, carefully adjusting him so he was more sat up.
"Just deep breaths, deep breaths." Dream reminded, taking exaggerated breaths to get his point across. It seemed to do the trick, as George began to copy the rhythm.
The three continued to breath deeply to return the atmosphere to a calmer state, and after a few more minutes George's hysterics had been minimised to sniffling and the occasional broken sob.
"We're gonna stand up now, alright? Nick is gonna get the shower sorted out, and I'm gonna get you back into the bedroom so we can get you some pyjamas." Dream slowly explained, motioning to Sapnap to shift out the way, which he did.
George only nodded, standing up slowly with added assistance. Dream allowed for him to sway and regain his balance, keeping his hands close in case he fell.
The two very carefully made their way to George's bed, where the shorter of the duo sat down and stared idly. Dream pulled his suitcase out from under the bed, rummaging through for some light clothes.
"We all did the same thing, didn't we? Going to a snowy place so we packed thick clothes." He said with a defeated sigh, continuing to rummage.
"I've got some lighter stuff in mine." Sapnap called out, shouting so his voice wasn't drowned out by the shower. He'd managed to get it set up pretty easily, and kept checking the temperature to make sure it was alright.
"Where's your suitcase?" Dream asked, zipping up George's suitcase after he'd gotten all the appropriate necessities.
Instead of answering, Sapnap pulled himself back up onto the top bunk, then stood so he could reach the shelving area built into the walls. He just passed his luggage down, then carefully climbed back down.
"Fancy." The Floridian commented, stealing a loose shirt and tossing it to the pile he'd made. Of course, he folded it again when he picked everything up, making it into a neat stack to be placed in the bathroom.
"Could've done it myself." George attempted to speak, but his throat was so raw from being continuously burnt it came out as barely a whisper.
"You've been half dead for the last few hours, go get cleaned up." Dream reminded, holding his hand out as an assist, and it was used.
"Just holler if you need anything." Sapnap added, currently attempting to shift the tv stand.
"And you're sure we're doing this right?" Ranboo questioned for what was probably the tenth time. He was currently chopping an array of vegetables that had been pushed his way.
"Of course! Mums made this so many times I'm pretty sure it's been burned into my brain." Tubbo reassured, making sure nothing was boiling over.
"And now I just add all this to the pot?" Ranboo's question was met with a nod, and be scraped all the sliced veggies into the comically large pot.
“Just making sure, the last thing we want is giving everyone food poisoning…again.” Ranboo cringed, his mind flashing back to the mishap on the last trip…they finally got on the mend and Tommy had to cook a dodgy lasagna.
“Don’t worry, we’re more than capable of making chicken noodle soup. And if you even think about touching it!” Tubbo shouted to the living room, where Tommy currently resided on the sofa with Wilbur. “I’ll fuckin…I don’t know, make you swim in the lake naked.”
“The lake is frozen over- you’ll kill him Toby!” Jack chuckled, gesturing outside the large window to show the snow falling heavily, and the frozen solid lake around 40 meters away from the house.
Tubbo just shrugged. “I mean it would just be karma from the last trip.” He added. “But that means we have to kill Sapnap as well…”
“We’re not killing anyone, you just finish cooking and behave.” Phil chimed in, not wanting this joke to go too far and someone get upset.
So after that, Tubbo just quietly went back to cooking. He even gave everything a few minutes extra to be completely sure it was cooked.
So with everything prepared and ready, those who wanted some grabbed a bowl. They decided to leave it until taking some upstairs, just in case nothing had gotten better.
It seemed as though things were calm.
For now…