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Charlie stepped out of his Snowchester hobbit hole, his slimy body gleaming in the light. It was a new day on the server.
A new day to tell some very funny jokes.
As he walked through the streets of L’manburg, after the long walk back from Snowchester, Slimecicle noticed that the streets were absent of one person, Tommy. Charlie shrugged it off. He could probably make fun of him for not being there when he shows up, and then get made fun of too. He chuckled at the thought of their first meeting, making his slimes on his head and shoulder bounce a little. He thought back to his first arrival in L’manburg, the Vikkstar photo, the nuke sticks, Ranboo reducing him to a slimy mess and, most importantly, his new home in Snowchester. He never did move into Ranboo’s basement.
Oh, speaking of Ranboo.
“Hey, Ranboo!” Slimecicle waved enthusiastically. Ranboo was knelt down, burying a flower, before turning to face Charlie.
“Oh! Hello!” He stood up and wiped the dirt off himself. He smiled slightly at Slime, who grinned widely back. “Sooo... uh, whatcha doing outside...” Charlie tilted his head. “I can’t read the sign from here, who’s house is this?”
The house- if it even was a house- seemed to be a kind of hobbit hole, but a lot bigger and grander than his. I mean, obviously not grand enough to use something other than dirt for its building blocks, but it was a bit bigger.
Ranboo glanced at the house, before answering“O-oh, it’s Tommy’s.” Slimecicle smirked. “Ooooh! What’re you doin outside Big Man Tommy’s? Stealin’ stuff?!” He teased.
Ranboos eyes nervously darted to the side. “W-well, uh,” He hesitated, wondering how he was going to break the news. Charlie tilted his head in concern. “Did you actually steal something? Dude. You are so fucked.” “No! I just-“ There was an awkward silence between the two, finally broken by a sad sigh.
“Charlie, Tommy’s dead...”