Twenty-three

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Chapter 23

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Tw: weed 😎

“I’m fine.”

“you sure?” he seemed suspicious, and I knew I had to keep the act up for his safety.

“yeah—just worried about my parents.” I was still a little shaken from the call, so my poor acting skills were showing, but no one seemed to notice.

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Quackity, Ranboo, Iris, Schlatt, Niki, George and Nick had all gone to bed in hopes of sleep. Leaving Me, Tommy, Tubbo, Dream, and Wilbur downstairs, staying in the same spot for hours. Dream and Wilbur being the adults heavily involved already, didn’t want to miss a call. Tubbo didn’t want to go to sleep, nor did Tommy. And Me. I was left with my thoughts. Which at this point wasn’t necessarily good for my mental health, but it’s not like I could tell anybody about my personal stalker holding my parents captive and threatening to kill them along with my friends. I just wanted more information.

Ideas sprouted into my head, what if they were bluffing? I could tell Tommy and Tubbo right here right now? What if this person was someone I knew? What if I were on a call with them again? What would I say? Who even is this person? Why would they do something like this? Why me?

Tubbo interrupted my thoughts “this might be a bad time but—anyone wanna play Minecraft?

Everyone slowly turned their heads to him with a mix of confusion and disgust on their faces, but I replied,

“sure, might take my mind off of things y’know?” I sat up, grabbing my laptop off the coffee table, Tubbo looked relieved at my response. Everyone else shrugged and pulled out their devices to play too.

“let’s start a new world” I suggested. They all agreed, and I clicked the “create new world” option.

“what do we wanna call it?” I looked around the room to see no answer.

“why don’t we just call it Minecraft?” dream asked.

“that is the stupidest name I’ve ever heard—” tommy spewed, and we all started laughing.

“why don’t we name it Ph1lza Minecraft?” they gave me confused looks before I started explaining,

“since he’s the creator of Minecraft?” they all cut me of with hums of agreement. So I put the name “Ph1lza Minecraft” in. We all logged on and spawned in a flower forest, in the distance a spruce forest was seen.

“perfect” I ran towards a poppy and picked it up.

“drugs” I giggled and handed it to tommy.

“Molly this is a flower.” He deadpanned.

“for someone who says they do drugs like all the time, you sure know nothing about them” i rolled my eyes.

“I don’t get it” tommy sincerely looked concerned, that’s when tubbo burst out laughing, Dream and Wilbur soon followed.

“no someone tell me please” He went on as we gathered wood.

a/n: guys please.

“tommy poppies are—” I couldn’t finish the sentence because Dream had started tea-kettling.

“tommy—poppies—are wha—what heroin is made of” Wilbur could barely get out before wheezing along with Clay.

“WHAT?” Tommy yelled.

“NO WAY THAT IS NOT REAL FAKE NEWS FAKE NEWS” he started shaking his head harshly.

“just look it up and you’ll believe us” I pursed my lips to stop myself from laughing.

We continued to play the game in a relaxed way until we had made a house, and obtained full iron armor with a couple diamond tools. We were all tired, and it was only half past midnight, so we continued to chat while finishing up on our farm. A sleep deprived Wilbur started rambling,

“y’know I have a pack of joints in my suitcase” he most likely forgot he was talking to a bunch of 16-year old’s, Tubbo and Tommy shared a concerned look at me, and Dream’s head shot up from his computer.

“you what?” Clay was utterly confused,

“I said, I have a pack of joints In my suitcase” Wilbur repeated as if we were deaf.

“yeah, we heard you the first time, what about it?” Tommy asked slowly.

“well—what If we used them?”  Wilbur said lazily, holding his hands in the air waiting for an answer. Clay looked in between us three with wide eyes, we were all were trying to decide whether Wilbur was joking or not.

“Wilbur mate, are you serious?” Tubbo ran his hand thorough his hair.

“hell yeah I am” he got up and started running up the stairs with no response from any of us.

“what is going on?” Clay asked.

“no idea, but I’m up for some weed I don’t even care at this point.” I shrugged. Tommy started laughing and Tubbo followed suit.

“why are you guys laughing?” I asked.

“because w-wilbur is going to get us some weed and were just going along with it” Tubbo was chuckling, just then Wilbur had come down the stairs with a metal tin that looked like it could hold some mints.

“who wants one” he asked with a wide smile.

“I’ll take one!” I jumped up eagerly.

“k but let’s go outside so we don’t wake anyone with the smell” he answered. Amused with my decision, I skipped over across the room and we linked arms, skipping out to the door of the balcony, the boys trailed behind with worried looks.

“are you guys already high or something?” clay asked closing the door. The cold was bitter, but refreshing, and the snow had mostly stopped, leaving a thick blanket of it across the lawn.

“I think this is them coping or something” tubbo whispered to Tommy and Dream as wilbur looked almost as if he were about to start jumping up and down happily.

“light it light it light it” Wilbur chanted clapping with every syllable. Handing me the small light blue colored lighter and a rolled-up piece of paper. he brushed off a good foot of snow from a beach chair and laid back in it, not caring about the cold.

“why are you so excited?” I asked as I lit the end of the stick, making a small crackling ember glow emit from it.

“I have no idea just give me a hit” he opened his fingers asking for the cigarette. I handed it to him, and he took a quick puff. Tommy and Tubbo had almost switched roles, them looking like the disappointed parents,

“you want some Ollie?” he held out the paper,

“yes—”

I got interrupted by tommy, “MOLLY?!” he sounded baffled and on the verge of laughing.

“what? It’s not like my parents are here to tell me no” I laughed as Wilbur handed me the joint.

While me and Wilbur took turns sucking the fumes out and completing with a blissful sigh. Dream of course was just wheezing in the corner.

“this—this arrangement of people—is so funny—I can’t” he continued to laugh, while tubbo and tommy watched Wilbur start waving his arms in a circular motion.

Eventually, Clay had gave in with a couple puffs, and Tubbo had become more curious, constantly asking how I felt, and if it was a cool experience. Now 20 minutes had passed, and things were setting in, when I looked across at tommy, who was wearing a blue baseball tee, the blue was abnormally bright, especially in the darker setting. Wilbur started a fire in the small pit near the deck, and we sat around it.

“why are you squinting so hard at tommy?” Tubbo continued to ask multiple questions.

“his shirt is very bright right now” I stated, blinking a couple times.

“you wanna try Tubbo?” Wilbur held out the paper, which had burned down about half its size.

“sure—”

“TUBBO!” tommy interrupted, giving him an unhappy look.

“I mean when’s the next time we get to try this?” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“oh. My. god” Tommy facepalmed as Tubbo took a hit and held back a cough.

“I don’t feel anything” he said, feeling giddy in his seat.

“it takes a couple minutes cool your jets” I laughed. Wilbur had now started pacing around the chairs stating random facts and talking about his hatred of anteaters every minute or so. Clay was leaning back in his chair so far, he was about to fall over, staying completely silent.

“its funny how tommy talks about drugs 24/7 but then when given the chance he goes full dad-mode on us.”

“DADINNIT” Tubbo pointed to Tommy, who was rubbing his temples.

“DADINNIT DADINNIT DADINNIT” we started chanting.

Wilbur gasped, “CAN WE CALL DADZA?”

“YES, PLEASE LET’S DO THAT” I jumped up clapping my hands.

“its like 9 am for him right now” Tommy checked his phone, not amused.

“Thomas are you sure you don’t want some” I pulled out the sure.

“honestly, no I do want some, but I’ll wait until we have Phil on the phone” he nodded, and I cheered.

“OKAY ITS RINGINGGGG” Wilbur sang in a voluminous tone.

“ooh ooh ok ok” I hopped over to were he was sitting and noticed that he was trying to facetime. Phil’s face filled up the blank screen with a confused face,

“will, what are you doing?”

“haha that sounds like the time he blew up lmanburg and you had the whole dadza moment where you go what are you doing” I sounded baked, and Phil could tell.

“oh my god”