#thateditor writes

Me? Coming back in the middle of the week? Oh yeah ;D

So I think this blog has been inactive for waaay too long. I miss my precious beans :3

I’m gonna post asks tomorrow when I’m less sick and less sleepy so look forward to that!

Anyway, I hope you all are doing well. We haven’t spoken to each in ages haha!

The Ferrari stopped and the tinted window opened to reveal Bingiplier with his spectacles bouncing the sun’s rays into the eyes of unknowing pedestrians. Bing quickly got out of the car and locked it, making his way towards the building. He remembered that he left his skateboard. He ran back to get his skateboard that he had left in his car and continued on. He walked with confidence brimming from the smirk on his face to the heels on his shoes. He knew for a fact, that he was not wanted at this meeting.

 Wilford Warfstache gazed upon the familiar conference room and took note of everything happening around him. The Host was doing nothing but narrating the situation perfectly as each event occurred. Dark was arguing with the four Google robots about their standing at the table. Dark thought it was necessary for at least one Google to sit in a chair, but the robots agreed that it would be unfair for the other three. Bim was looking at pictures of Matthias on his phone and Dr. Iplier was informing Ed Edgar about diseases children can get if not treated right.

 Wilford scrunched his face and wondered why there was an empty seat next to Dr. Iplier. He started to rub his chin and stare at the chair before he decided to ask the group. “Does anyone know who’s missing?” Wilford asking in his famous slightly strange voice.

“Silver hasn’t shown up yet,” Dr. Iplier said turning slightly to the right to face Wilford. 

Dark began to speak, “Wilford, before we begin, please tell Google that in our rules it states that each important member must sit at the table until the meeting is over.” His deep voice resonating in the ears of everyone and leaving behind a ringing as he distorted the space around him.

Google Green turned to Wilford, “That is true, but it is impossible for all four of us to sit in a single chair together so your request cannot be completed.” Google Red and Yellow smiled before Google Blue sat in the chair. Dark smiled menacing, happy that he got his way.

“It’s time for us to stop bugging Dark and start this meeting.” Google Blue agreed, moving his chair closer to the table. The other robots sighed in defeat.

Wilford was about to start when an unwelcomed guest barraged in.

“Suuuuuh, dudes! Wassup Willy!” Bing’s obnoxious presence caused everyone to get annoyed. “Bim Trim! My man!” Bing walked over and tried to get a high five from Bim. Bim felt embarrassed and gave him a soft high five.

Bing patted Ed on the back, “Eddddd! Still rocking that hat? We’re not in the Wild West anymore!” He said jokingly but making Ed get upset. “This is my favorite hat, you prick…” Ed mumbled.

“Woah, it’s everybody’s favorite bad doctor!” Bing went around the table and gave Dr. Iplier a hug without his approval. “You smell like sweat.” Dr. Iplier said wiping off his uniform. “Must be from all the weights I’ve been lifting recently,” Bing replied while flexing his muscles.

“Host! I see you’re still wearing that filthy bandage, haha!” Bing laughed while looking at Ed expecting him to laugh along. Ed just facepalmed. “Google, still just as...four as I remember.” Bing sneered.

Google Yellow responded, “Bing, I see you’ve set aside this special time to humiliate yourself in public.....again.” Bing frowned and ignored him.

“Daaaark! My wanna-be-emo bro…!” Bing started to walk over to Dark, but Dark scowled at him, and he backed up. After that, silence fell in the room.