#giant!michael

That was when he saw two tinies walk by on the counter. He had seen them through the reflection of the TV. Tiny people’s existence was nearly common knowledge at this point, but Ranboo didn’t know anything about them except for the fact that they looked like small people, and that most people thought that they weren’t intelligent. Or at least, no one had ever heard them communicate. So either they could speak or Ranboo was going insane, as he could very clearly hear them talking behind him.

“Tommy, this isn’t a good idea!” The one in a green buttoned shirt spoke tot eh one in red and white. “C’mon Tubs, we need to know more about this bitch if we’re gonna be robbin him.” ‘Tubs’ looked annoyed at that. “That’s not what it’s called!” He scolded. “Well it’s basically the same innit?” Tubs glared at him, “No, Tommy it’s completely different.” He started ranting in the difference between borrowing and stealing. “Urg, shut up you absolute prick, let’s just get some food or something.” “Awww, he has a baby!” “Tubbo not so loud!” “Oh, you’re telling me about being loud?”

They kept on bickering there for quite a bit, and Ranboo could barely contain his laughter. “Heheh.” He finally let out. In the reflection he saw Tubbo and Tommy snap their heads over to him in fear. “D-do you think he heard us?” “No way this bitch heard us, we’re the stealthiest motherfuckers around!” “Well not if you keep doing that!” Eventually the tinies went back into a hole in the wall that Ranboo hadn’t seen before. Ranboo thought about how lucky those two idiots were that they had chosen his house. He was fairly confident that no one else would’ve allowed for them to continue living here.

After this he made sure to leave food in wash to reach places, and keep his favorite ones in harder to reach areas. He kept on eavesdropping on those two, they seemed like they were always together. They bickered and bickered, and Ranboo had to stop himself from commenting on them. “Tubbo, this was such a great fucking house man, this bitchiot keeps on making this too easy.” “I dunno, I don’t trust it.” “C’mon Bee Boy! Just enjoy the thing!” They kept on like this for a few weeks. Eventually someone moved into the house to their left, and Ranboo was getting annoyed.

“Ugg, that guy over there keeps screeching, what is he, a banshee?” He wasn’t sure why, but he took to talking to Michael whenever he any thoughts he wished to speak aloud. This thought was also shared by the tinies as well. “WOULD THAT FUCKING BITCH SHUT THE FUCK UP!” “Tommy! Quiet!” “Sorry, sorry, it was t that loud though, and his human ears couldn’t pick it up I don’t think.” “So?! That doesn’t mean you should start screeching like those guys next to this house.” Ranboo really wished they could talk, but he knew that they’d probably be scared sh*tless if he did.

Things continued, and a second person came to live with the first person. Ranboo actually saw them through the window in the front whilst cradling Micheal. He saw that his other new neighbor had a white bandana, and a white shirt with a flame in the middle before he entered the house.

And promptly another screech occurred in the house soon after. He sighed. He saw again in the reflection of the TV that Tommy and Tubbo had seen the new human too. “Another one?” Tubbo said exasperated. “Don’t worry about it, I’m sure this new guy won’t be a bitch boy like the one with glasses.” (They had eventually seen the one who screeches one day through a window.)

“WHY WERE YOU JUST STANDING THERE!?” They heard from the house, they did catch a few more things after that though the walls, “Well it’s not my fault…” that was the last thing they heard. “Fucking hell, both of them sound like screechers…” Tommy commented. “Yeah, you’re right…” Ranboo muttered under his breath in response.

Then stopped himself from continuing as he saw the two of them snap their heads in his direction in terror. Ranboo fixed his mistake quickly. “Uh, that’s right Micheal! You shouldn’t do what those guys do!” He disguised it as a lesson to Micheal. Tommy snickered, “This bitch sounds so ridiculous doing baby talk.” “Let’s go Tom.” They took a cookie that Ranboo had left on the counter and and went back to the wall.

He sighed in relief, and took Micheal to feed him his bottle. They heard more screeched happen through the next few days, and witnessed another guy in a hood come to stay with the other two guys. He also had a cute kitty. Things stayed the same, until a few days later when he heard Tommy and Tubbo scream. Ranboo had let Micheal start roaming about the house as he did know how to walk. The sounds came from the way Micheal had wandered off. “Oh god.” Ranboo muttered as he rushed over there.

“Let go of the Bee Boy!” He saw Tommy shout at Micheal as he clutched Tubbo in his smol hand examining him in awe. Tubbo was whimpering and struggled with everything he had, which wasn’t a lot. “No no no, Michael. You do not grab Tubbo.” Ranboo tried to keep his voice calm but there was a bit of shake in it. He then pricked up Micheal cradling him and coaxing him into letting go of Tubbo. Ranboo picked up the tiny man and placed him onto the counter next to Tommy who was looking extremely confused. Tubbo took a few shaky steps back from Ranboo’s hand as he set him down.

“You get the fuck away from us, Bitch I’ll kill you!” Tommy shouted with anger, but not without traces of fear and a distinct shake. Ranboo probably would’ve laughed at Tommy waving around the needle in his hand under different circumstances. “Hey, it’s okay Tommy,” he started completely forgetting that he wasn’t supposed to know their names. Tommy’s eyes widened, “How the fuck do you know my and Tubs names, bitch!?” He added at the end. Ranboo held up his hands in a attempt to show he wasn’t a threat, but it only made the tinies back away from him even more.

“Hey, hey, calm down. I’ll explain everything.” After that Ranboo explained that he knew they were in his house since the beginning. He told them about how he had seen them through the reflection and heard them talking several times. At the end of his explanation Tubbo smacked the back of Tommy’s head, “You dick man! It’s your fault that he found out!” “The fuck you mean you prick it’s not just my fault! He told use he heard both, both of us bitch boy!” They bickered a bit after that. Ranboo just has to interject, “Let’s stop bickering now, my name is Ranboo.”

Both of their tiny head turned to him, Tubbo was the first to comment. “Ranboo, that’s a bit of a weird name.” “Your name is literally Tubbo.” Ranboo responded. “Ranboob has a point there.” Tommy snickered. After that they spent a decent amount of time talking. It didn’t take long for them to get comfortable with Ranboo.

Then one day Ranboo offered to show them the backyard. “I dunno about this Ranbus.” Tubbo warned Ranboo. “Last time me and Tom were outside he attempted to ride a bird.” “And I’ll fucking do it again if you keep bringing it up!” Came the muffled voice of Tommy as he was inside a crisp bag gorging himself.

Ranboo chuckled at the two, they were honestly pretty cute when they bickered. “It’ll be fine Tubbo, you got me to keep you safe.” His voice softened, “You know, I could just carry you two there.” Tubbo looked up at his friend. They had discussed this idea many a time, Tommy was up for it, but Tubbo still was skeptical. He looked as if he were gonna refuse again, Ranboo was mid sigh when a Tubbo finally said “Ok, we’ll do it.”

Tubbo, while he was deathly afraid of being picked up, literally couldn’t feel fear when he saw Ranboo’s face light up like a light bulb. He didn’t have the heart to tell him that it was mostly Tommy who convinced him to do so. Tommy’s exact words were, “Tubbo, you let us ride in that bitch’s hand, or I’ll throw out your bee plushie I sewed for your birthday last year.” After getting Tommy out of the crisp bag, Ranboo placed his hand on the table palm first. He waited and nonchalantly looked around the room without staring at the two tinies on the ground.

Eventually he felt one pair of tiny feet clamber into his hand, and felt someone sit down. “C’mon Tubs.” Tommy called, and wordlessly, the second pair walked on too. “Woah.” Tubbo gasped as Ranboo felt as if he was unbalancing, but righted themselves. “Thanks Tom.” “No problem Bee Boy.”

Ranboo then asked if he could lift his hand and take them outside. “Yep! Take us away Boob boi!” Tommy shouted up at him patting his palm. Ranboo lifted his hand slowly and heard Tubbo gasp again, he walked over to the door as carefully as he could. In his Pam he felt one of them trace the lines of his palm, he opened the door with his other hand and they stepped outside.

After looking around the backyard, he set them down on a small table he had on the porch, while he sat down in a chair that he pulled next to the table. They just kinda stayed there like that, occasionally they’d talk, but they mostly just stared off into nature. Ranboo thought about what plants he should plant at the back.

Tubbo thought about how amazing the bees were that he could see near the flowers.

And Tommy thought about the smoke that he saw rising from their next door neighbors backyard. “What the fuck is that?”

Ranboo looked down at Tommy, and then looked in the direction the tiny pointed in and saw the smoke too. “Oh, it’s probably a barbecue.” “And what’s a barbecue?” Tubbo asked still staring at the bees. “It’s where you go outside and cook food, usually other people are there too who- it’s basically a social gathering.” He stammered out. “Cool.” Tubbo replied. “Wait, so can you go over there and tell them to shut the fuck up so that we can sleep?” Tommy asked, Ranboo thought about it, and decided that it was disturbing to Micheal, so he agreed.

After a bit longer he took the tinies back inside, fed Micheal who was in his crib, and headed over to their neighbors. It wasn’t a far walk. He reached their door and knocked…

Yes, Bad was a friend of a borrower, who was heading out to capture a borrower. Thankfully, Bad thinks he might know who this one is. After he received the call and had asked Sap what the borrower (Bad had called them ‘tinies’ on the call) looked like and ran the description by Skeppy. Skeppy told him that the borrower sounded like his friend Dream, who was similar to how he was back before he and Bad started living together.

However, Bad couldn’t let on that he was sympathetic for borrowers. Although he was a bit annoyed at Skeppy when he laughed at hearing that Bad’s son’s hair was set on fire. ‘Classic Dr-r-eam!’ He was stuttering through his laughs. But Bad was pulling up into the Driveway of Sap and George’s house. He got out of the car holding Ant, he went around back and grabbed his suitcase. Once he rolled it over to the front door, he knocked a light quick knock.

It took a second, but Sapnap finally answered the door, Bad looked at him and audibly gasped, his hair was singed. But regardless Bad embraced him, and looked over his shoulder. Inside he spotted George on the last step of stairs looking a bit awkward, he saw a shelf to his left, and a couch to the far left. On the right he spotted the kitchen. But on the shelf he saw a hint of green and orange. Bad instantly knew that it was probably Dream.

Dream was wondering why Bad looked like he knew who he was. It was bewildering to see someone recognize him, no human knew who he was. (Except for George and Sap of course) So he was intrigued. Callahan tugged on his shoulder, Dream turned to see new writing on paper, “We should go now.” Dream shook his head, “No, you go back into the vents, I’ll keep an eye on this new guy.” Callahan drooped for a moment. (Dream couldn’t see if he was frowning or not, his reindeer onesie covered his mouth.)

So Callahan retreated into the vents, but Dream stayed behind. Bad was talking to them about their living arrangements and was sad to hear that the other rooms available were all small (for a human anyway…) This fact only made Dream smile, he still believed a decent amount into The Arctic Academy motto, ‘To put the human’s in their place, we must stab ‘em in the face.’ It wasn’t the most clever motto, but it got the point across.

Sapnap’s dad ended up living in the room next to George’s, Antfrost got to sleep in the empty room that George hadn’t furnished yet. Thankfully Bad had a decent amount of things to fill the void, including a fairly large cat tree. “Here you go Ant! Go run free!” Bad let Antfrost get acquainted with the house by dropping them off in their main room. Bad looked to the left, “Woah George, you have an outdoor patio/ balcony?” “Yeah, there isn’t anything out there yet though.”

Bad hummed in approval, and went to the backyard downstairs. “So, what have you done with this place?” George squinted, which was when Bad noticed that his glasses were cracked down the middle. “Not much, I’ve mostly been preoccupied with the Tiny in my house, he calls himself ‘Dream’.” George seemed to think for a moment, “Actually, it’s been a bit since I’ve last heard from him…”

Dream was still contemplating what his next move would be, he heard later on that Bad was planning on having a barbecue to make George and Sap feel better, and he sent Sap to go and get groceries. This was a good opportunity to introduce Bad to what he could do. He slid down the vents to the backyard, and got out. George was out here setting up a grill that Bad had brought from his own home. He looked around from the porch, thankfully George hadn’t noticed him yet. Bad meanwhile was inside talking to the wall, presumably trying to trick Dream into coming out, little did he know that Dream was outside.

Regrettably there wasn’t much that Dream could use to disrupt George, but he did see a spade. Heh, it wasn’t much, but it would do it’s job. He attached his hook to the Spade, and swung it around over his head. He’s always been thankful for the training that Techno and Purpled put him through, it made him incredibly strong. Once he had built up enough momentum he let the Spade go by releasing the hook and launched it at the grill, damaging it, to add insult to injury, it ricocheted and hit George in the knee.

“Owwww!” George grimaced after the Spade collided with his knee, he looked in the direction that the Spade had come from and saw just who he expected, “Dream!” He he quickly grabbed a stick ready to beat him up, that was when Bad came outside. “George what happened?” George needed to warn Bad, “Bad! Watch out!” He pointed in the direction where Dream was. But Dream had already swung around Bad, “Hey Bad! Nice to meet you!” He swung straight onto Bad’s face underneath the hood and held onto his nose. “Oh you have glasses! Here we love glasses!” He swung away again before Bad could react and took Bad’s glasses with him.

“Ay! You Muffinhead give those back!” Bad tried to get the glasses back from the swinging Dream but couldn’t reach, meanwhile the borrower was laughing from the top of the porch. “‘Muffin Head? What even is that?” “It’s what you are!” The little muffin smirked up there. “Bad! Get the b*tch!” “Hey LANGUAGE!” “Now’s not the time for language!” Bad frowned at George, “There is always time for no swearing!” “Whatever, just get him!” Bad thought of what his approach should be. “Hey Dream, if you come down I’ll, uh, bake you some muffins?” Dream just laughed again. “You won’t be able to trick me that easily.”

"But, it's not a trick..." Bad replied awkwardly. Dream wouldn't be fooled though, "Welp, I'll see you two 'MuffinHeads', later!" He retreated into a second-floor vent. After returning to their Home Base above the living room, Dream discovered that Callahan was cooking up a soup. Now, the old Dream would've called this behavior 'reckless' and 'dangerous'. But after The Arctic Academy, and the discovery of Borrowers, it was pretty exciting. "Callahan, that smells delicious, what'd you make?" Callahan held up a sign asking him if he had any injuries, Dream shook his head and repeated the question.

Callahan didn't want to upset Dream, but the truth was that Badboyhalo had given Callahan the ingredients to make this. Yes, he knew that Dream was set on tormenting the humans, for… some reason. But it wasn’t Callahan’s fault, Bad was really nice. Bad chatted at him through the wall for a bit, and while Callahan didn’t respond, Bad kept talking. Eventually Callahan step outside of the wall and used his sign to write a message that he was a mute. Bad completely understood and talked with him. It was, a nice change of pace. It made him think back to the last human he’d revealed himself too.

“So, what’s Dream’s deal?” Bad asked after a bit, “What do you mean?” Callahan wrote. “Well, he’s really been tormenting my son and his friend…” Callahan took a moment to think after that, eventually he wrote: “I think he just has fun doing it, especially because of their reactions.” Bad nodded in understanding. “Yeah I know. I have a friend who’s a borrower who was just like that.” Callahan’s eyes widened, “Yeah, he was a bit of a memer.”

After that they heard George scream outside. “I assume that’s your muffiny friend, right?” Callahan nodded staring down into the face beneath the hood. (Freckles with glasses. Short hair.) “Well, I’ll go and try to negotiate with him, see you around Callahan.” Bad waved bye and left to go and confront Dream. It didn’t seem to work though as Dream recounted what he did this time. Callahan thought of asking him why he thought it was important to fight the humans, but thought better of it. “Oh you should’ve seen me Callahan, it was amazing.” Dream’s voice brought Callahan back to the present.

Callahan wrote on a paper asking Dream what his next idea was. Dream thought long and hard about what it should be as Callahan finished the delectable soup and passed a bowl to Dream. “I think that I’ll try to tie them up and lock ‘em in a closet, like I did to George a little while ago. Maybe I could even go with them when they travel and get them thrown out of somewhere.” Dream cackled. Callahan did think it was a bit much, but he was intrigued about how these things could go. Before they went to bed, Callahan gave Dream a reminder that while he could heal Dream, he couldn’t bring him back from the dead.

Dream just nodded sleepily, and hit the sack. Callahan could only hope he wouldn’t put himself into even more danger…

The next day…

“Sapnap! How could you forget the meat you muffin head!” Bad berated his son after checking over the groceries that Sap had brought home from the store. Sap tried to chime in, “No you know what Sap? Let’s all go to the Grocery store together.” George wanted to argue against that, “But Bad, what if he trashes the house? Bad nodded in his direction, “Don’t worry George, we have a cute kitty cat! We’ll be fine.”

Of course, Bad didn’t know that as he was speaking, Antfrost was being tied up by Dream. The tiny person made a noise at Antfrost, but as he was a cat, he failed to understand. This was not the first time that he wished he understood English. While Skeppy was nice, this little person was mean. “Meow!” Ant yowled as he was strung up in the closet. Meanwhile the tiny man let out something akin to a laugh. But Ant could only frown at him as he closed the closet door.

Dream laughed after closing the door on the kitty. Normally animals were harder to defeat in battle, but Antfrost was extremely easy to defeat. Dream quickly swung around the outside of the house to Bad’s red car and snuck inside through a crack in the roof. He hid in a hole under the seats of the Car. He could hear the humans taking muffled. “I call Shotgun!” “Sapnap no, I want the front!” “Now calm down you two muffin heads, both of you go in the back.” The car doors opened. Dream tensed just a bit, he wouldn’t be able to maneuver in this small space that much, and he couldn’t distract Bad.

Although he’s never admit, he came to enjoy the humans company and speech. If he didn’t hate their entire species, maybe, they could be… never mind. He just didn’t want them to die yet, that was all, if he did feel anything other than hatred for their kind, he didn’t want to know that his mates would say. After approximately 20 minutes, the car rolled to a stop. “Okay, George I need you to go get some meat to cook. Sapnap, I need you to get some drinks that we can have. And I will get some baking supplies for muffins.” Bad ordered, “Do we got that?” George raised his hand.

“Yes George.” “Why are we going through all this work to have a barbecue for ourselves?” Bad sighed, “Because you muffin, maybe our neighbors might see the smoke and want to join in our barbecue.” “Oooooh, that makes sense.” Then the three of them set out to get the stuff. Now Dream had to decide which one he’d go after first. He looked over his three options, and smiled in the direction of George.

He swung about the top of the shelf’s and aisles watching George for the perfect moment. He ended up chilling above the containers with the meat on a light fixture that George was perusing. He chuckled just a little, but it was enough for George to turn around and spot him to the right. George glared at him, but didn’t say anything. Dream saw that their was a woman with their back to George, and George was facing in their direction and was pretty close.

What happened next isn’t really that good to describe, but let’s just say the hook grabbed onto something which resulted in the woman turning around and back-handing George. “Ow! That wasn’t me, it was that tiny up there!” He pointed at Dream to which the Lady turned around, but Dream was already gone. After the lady beat George with her purse and got him kicked out, Dream went to find Bad. It didn’t take that long to find him, after all, it doesn’t take a genius like Dream to know that Badboyhalo was in the bakery area of the store, more specifically with the muffin supplies.

“Alrighty then, which is the best muffin recipe to use?” He scanned the many boxes of muffin mixes to determine which would the most delicious to bake. He had perfected the art of baking Muffins, the craft of them. He hoped to one day teach it to Skeppy, if he ever stopped messing about trolling him. But at least Skeppy had boundaries! Unlike Dream, who didn’t have any from the looks. Skeppy had briefly explained over the phone, (He had a hard time using the phone Bad got him, but he managed.) that his specific group of borrowers had a deep hatred for humans and would like to ‘put them in their place’. Bad, although he was sympathetic for their kind, couldn’t imagine how they would pull that off. He could only hope they wouldn’t hurt themselves too much.

That was when he noticed Dream in the corner of his eye. That little Muffin Head followed them! That was when he also received a phone call from George that Dream had gotten him thrown out of the store. Bad reassured him that he’d get the meat himself. He started openly talking to Dream, but he tried to be subtle about it. “Hmmm, I wish I knew what type of muffin Dream would most like to eat…” He continued to say things of this nature in the hopes that Dream would attempt to communicate. Granted, he already knew which Muffin Dream would most like.

“Oh yeah, Dream likes Chocolate Chips…” Callahan had said when Bad asked him. (Well, he actually wrote… ok, I think you get it by now) “Well, guess I’ll just get these chocolate chip ones, they’re pretty good.” He then kept a close eye on Dream to make sure no Muffiny occurred. He just had to hope he could avoid whatever Dream might do while he left to go get some beef. He perused the aisle and waited for whatever Dream might do, eventually settling on burger meat and grabbing some bacon as well.

Dream followed Bad, he wondered why on earth Bad would try to be… nice to him. Eventually he came to the only logical conclusion. Bad was trying to poison him. I mean, it made sense right? Like why on earth would Bad want to be friends with a borrower when they were only viewed as pests? Dream rolled these thoughts around in his head and steeled himself to the anger he should feel for their kind. Meanwhile Bad was selecting the meat to make and ‘wondering which one Dream would like best.’ He went up to one of the higher up shelves and started stringing it up.

Once he got all the strings attached and winding around all of the cans that were up here, all he had to do was pull it. He actually had to cover his ears from the clanging and clattering that landed on Badboyhalo’s head. “Auhhhh!” Bad yelped as the cans domed him several times over. An employee did rush over to help him, meanwhile Dream cackled and decided that now would be a good time to go harass Sapnap. He swung around searching, struggling to recall where Sapnap went. Eventually he caught sight of his white bandanna in the cold area with the drinks.

Sapnap was perusing the drinks, trying to figure out which one the two of his friends would most enjoy. He eventually settled on getting a variety. (After all, if other people from the neighborhood would come they might like different things.) He grabbed the Coke, the Pepsi, Dr. Pepper, you know, the works. He, hesitated for some reason on picking up the Big Red. It felt, a bit strange like he was compelled to pick it up.

So he grabbed it and added it to his cart. That was when he spotted that little muffin, b*tch, he means b*tch! Dream up on the rafters. “Hey!” He shouted up at him, and the people in the aisle looked at him strangely. But he didn’t care, he just threw the Big Red bottle at Dream. And he missed, and somehow it opened and sprayed everywhere.

“AURGG!” He shouted as he got drenched. Then security came by, “Hey! Let go of me!” He struggled against the Security Guards, “Sorry sir, but you’ve caused a disturbance and spilled Big Red all over the place.” The Security Guards informed him as they carried him to the front door. “No, wait! There’s a Tiny up there!” He pointed up the rafters, but Dream was already gone.

“Yeah sure buddy, this store is Tiny free, now please, get out.” Sapnap continued protesting as they essentially threw him out of the store. Dream just couldn’t stop laughing and thought he might piss himself. He did eventually get back to his senses and snuck back to the car, and rode back home with an upset George, angry Sapnap, and an extremely irritated Bad. “You two absolute Muffins!”

Bad started berating them like children, “How did Dream manage to get both of you thrown out of the store!?” Sapnap shouted back “I don’t know okay! All I do know is that that green b*tch, (“Language!”) is probably in this car with us!” George started looking all over the car in pure paranoia. “Y-you guys don’t th-think he’d try to crash the car, right?”

Dream knew he wouldn’t do that, it wouldn’t be very fun, and although technically speaking killing them would help complete his mission, enslaving then would be the best way to go. After tormenting them a bit. Bad and Sapnap blanched for a moment, before Sapnap shook his head, “No, I don’t think he will, not as long as we’re still fun for him to mess with.” Well, he isn’t wrong. So once they got home and Bad fretted around with Antfrost after finding him tied up, Dream went and chilled on the roof.

He thought that getting an idea of who the neighbors were would be helpful if any of them decide to come for the barbecue. To the left of the house he spied a single Dad who was rather tall with a pink-haired toddler, okay, shouldn’t be too hard to mess with if Dream wants too. To the right of the house is a new family that just moved in, he spied a brown haired with a beanie unloading band equipment. Alongside that he spotted a child racing through the house with a woman who had vibrant red and a nice ocean-y dress. Ok, coolio. That was when he realized that it was time for the barbecue.

Bad had set up the grill and had already got Sapnap to make burgers, meanwhile he was inside baking muffins. Dream spied the tall single dad noticing the smoke and coming over with his toddler. Dream grimaced, it would be difficult to do a prank to everyone, especially when he saw the family of three also coming to check the barbecue out. Dream decided that he’d probably be better off just observing the celebration and settled to go hang with Callahan for a bit, maybe explore the other houses as well. He hear the door knock, “I’ll get it George yelled at Bad as he went to open the door, and lo and behold, it was the single tall dad, Dream really needed a better name for him.

“Hello neighbor, what’s your name?” George asked the new guy, “Oh, I’m Ranboo.” “Cool.” They both stared at each other awkwardly. “So can I come in?” “Yeah sure.” “This is Micheal by the way.” Ranboo gestured toward the child he held in his arms. They went to sit in the couch together and engage ins some small talk while Sap cooked. “Sooo, umm, wh-why has this house been pretty loud, ahem, recently?” Oh, so this was a noise complaint, it’s reasonable to assume that the neighbors would be upset with the noise these guys make as Dream torments them. The door was knocked on again, this time though, Bad answered as he just put the Muffins in the oven.

“Hello neighbors! Come on in! Ah, I see you have a young muffin!” Bad gestured for the family of three to come inside, for some reason though there was some water on her arms. “Oh, you’re wet, here let me get you a towe-“ “No.” The two adults said. “It’s fine,” the one in the yellow shirt continued, “She likes being wet.” “Okay…” Bad responded confused. “So what are you guys cooking?” The red head changed the subject. Dream was getting bored though, so he decided to head over to Ranboo’s house to see what was going on over there. He headed up to the roof and swung over and into the house via a crack. He roamed about the house until he was confronted by a voice.

“Oi Bitch! What are ya doin!” “Tommy shut up!” “You shut up Tubbo this guys got a cool ass looking hook!” Dream swung into the kitchen counter which is where these two borrowers were. It was obvious immediately that these two had not attended The Arctic Academy. “Hello Tommy and Tubbo,” he said awkwardly taking their names from what they just said. “Ayup Prick, how do ya know our names!?” The blonde one, Tommy asked him. Dream just stared at him until it clicked, or more specifically the brown haired Tubbo made it click. “Oh right.” Tommy said after Tubbo reminded him that they had just yelled each others names out. These two idiots bickered a bit more while Dream stared around the room, seeing outside the window that a woman was knocking on the door to his house. Dream took notice of her brown hair and pink eyes, that were almost glowing.

She had a white shirt that was tucked into a black skirt and a necklace with a purple, almost pink, jewel at the end of it. Interesting. That was when he realized that Tommy was still talking to him. “Hellooo bitch, are you there!” Dream shook himself, refocusing on these two. “Yeah, I’m here and my name is Dream, not Bitch.” “Sure whatever you say,” he turns back to Tubbo, “He sounds like the kind of guy who just goes mimimimimi, you know?” He loudly whispered to Tubbo. Dream just scowled at the two of them. “I don’t have time for this.” He leaves them with that to go get some food. “Hey! Wait a minute! At least let us show you to Ranboo!” Ranboo! We’re these two traitors or something!? Willing to give up their own kind for survival, disgusting.

Dream turns back drawing his needle and points it directly at Tommy’s throat. “What did you say, Tommy?” He asks almost in a whisper. Tommy seems utterly stunned, until he responds. “Get that fucking needle out of my face, Ranboo is a friend of mine who is kind to borrowers, so calm down if you think you know who I’m talking about-“ Dream cuts him off. “Friend? Did you really just say that? I am part of The Borrower Rebellion, and if you honestly think that humans could be our friends than there is something seriously wrong going on here.” He extends his hand to Tommy, “Whatever this Ranboo has done to you, I will take you away from here and protect you.” Tommy took a step back. “What the fuck are you talking about, me an Ranboo are friends, he’s been taking care of me and Tubs, no way is he a bad guy.

Dream grimaced, he was more brainwashed than he thought. “Well if your gonna be living with this human and being their plaything, than be my guest,” Dream informed him, “But you better be ready Tommy, because theirs a storm coming, and humans like Ranboo will be put where they belong.” Dream swung away with as much flare as he could to prove his point. He was still pissed off, but decided to not let it get to him too much. He just had to hood that those two were saveable from their mindset, and that they’d still be alive once the rebellion starts making some actual headway. He really should go back to The Academy to find out exactly what their current plan was and how he could help.

He got to the backyard of George and Sapnap’s home and watched from a tree as the festivities continued. He could’ve sworn that he saw something hiding by a gutter, but when he looked again there was nothing, must’ve been a trick of the light. He thought about what he could possibly do to prank these humans today, he remembered that Callahan informed him that there was a special type of leaf that could give any creature horrible indigestion, and that there was a few in the backyard hanging from the tree. Grinning mischievously, he pulled a few off and swung just over the grill in some hanging lights. He spied where the lettuce would be and swiftly replaced a load of it with the leaves.

Sapnap prepared the burgers, the fool not realizing that the leaves he was using wasn’t lettuce. Everybody got their burgers and sat at Picnic tables, Kayla, (Dream had heard her name whilst spying,) had chosen Big Red, Wil had chosen a Diet Coke, and everyone else had either a Pepsi or regular Coke. Dream thought he saw Kayla listen to something, but he couldn’t see what she appeared to be listening too. She started looking up and around the place as if she was looking for something. Or someone. How could she know though? Eventually everyone had started eating and were excusing themselves either home or to the bathroom. George, Sap, and Bad all looked confused and in a bit of pain presumably from the indigestion.

Bad spied Dream as the little green muffin was laughing his butt off from a tree in the backyard. “Guys! Look up there! The little green potato did this!” George and Sap were understandably very upset at this, but Bad tried to calm the two down. (Man it’s like they never changed…) “Hey Dreeeaam?” Bad called up to him, “I have something for you, Dream!“ Bad presented the Muffin that he made especially for Dream. It was green with chocolate chips. Dream looked at it questioningly, “What? Is that meant to represent what you’ll do to me when you catch me? Because if so than that’s creative I’ll admit but a rather stupid sentiment on your part for believing you’ll catch me.” Now it was Bad’s turn to be confused, “Wait, Dream this isn’t a trick! I want to just bury the hatchet!” “Yea, right into his back…” George whispered.

Dream laughed, while Bad scowled at George. “You’ll never be able to trick me Muffin man, and whoever Sapnap’s calling on the phone won’t get me either!” Bad turned his back on Dream and saw Sapnap in the phone with someone. “Sapnap, who are you calling!?” Bad realized that it’d be a good idea to absolutely make sure that these two ragamuffins wouldn’t kill Dream so that he could negotiate, you know, for Skeppy. “Only the best exterminator in Essempi Bad. I’m done trying to negotiate with him.” Bad came to the realization that he really needs to up his convincing game, before Sam or those other two kills him. Because if he dies, Bad’s not sure Skeppy will forgive him.

Awesamdude was sitting at his desk trying to find a connection between the Tiny Attacks (TA’s) that had been occurring recently, there weren’t a lot of them, but they were still significant. Then his phone rang. “Sam Nook’s Extermination service, how May I help you?” He recited as if from a script, his brother Sam Nook was the founder of the company. “Sam it’s me.” Came Sapnap’s voice, “Sap? What do ya need dude?” He asked dropping the formal voice. “Me and my friend have a tiny problem, literally.”

Sam’s face darkened, “Have you been harassed by a Tiny that has a different hook than usual?” “Yes, how’d you know?” “Because you aren’t the only one who’s been experiencing this problem Sap, I’ll be right there.” He hangs up the phone and takes a moment to look through the glass near his desk. In the other side lies a few rows of tinies in jars, and a equal amount of hooks on display. “Time to add another to my collection…”