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“Micheal! Come here!”
A small boy of about six came sprinting downstairs towards his dad. “I’m coming bee!”
The man chuckled. He had shaggy brown hair that covered his eyes, and two small horns protruding from the curls. When the little boy came into view, he opened his arms and Micheal jumped into the hug, face squished in his dad's yellow and brown striped crewneck.
“Whatcha need bee?” asked the boy. The man, whom Micheal kept referring to as ‘Bee’, said,” Have you finished cleaning your room for when Tommy comes?”
The boy made a face. “Almost, daddy. I need help with some of it though because I’m not big enough.”
He chuckled. “You’d better ask Ranboo for help then.”
He put Micheal down and smiled as he ran off through the house, calling out, “Boo! Boo! Where are you, boo? I need help!”
Ranboo appeared from a doorway, his head ducked under the frame. When he stood up all the way, he towered over the doorway.
Micheal stuck his hands up, grabbing at his dad’s knees, because that was as high as he could reach. “What do you need help with, buddy?”
“I gotta finish cleaning my room for when uncle Tommy comes over but I can’t reach to put the toys on the high shelf and so I need your help because you’re super tall!” It all came out in one, very rushed sentence. Michael took a couple deep breaths after he finished.
“Alright bud. Lead the way!” Michael hopped down from his other dads arms and sprinted back up to his room, Ranboo catching up in a few long strides.
When they got to the second floor, Micheal threw open his door and ran too the pile of toys meant to go on the shelves. He’d managed to put toys on the first shelf, put that was it.
“Want me to put them on or pick you up so you can do it?” Ranboo asked.
“Oh! Can you pick me up pleeeeeaaaaseeee?”
Ranboo laughed and picked up Micheal. Michael grabbed two sheep figurines and put them on the second shelf, followed by a tall plastic Enderman.
Pretty soon, all five shelves were covered with Micheal’s Minecraft figurines, most of which were giving to him by his Papa Phil.
Just as Ranboo put Micheal back on the floor, the doorbell reverberated throughout the house.
“UNCLE TOMMY IS HERE! UNCLE TOMMY IS HERE! UNCLE TOMMY! UNCLE TOMMY!” Michael hollered out as he jumped down the steps two at a time. Ranboo hurried after him, saying, “Careful, Michael! Don’t fall!”
Micheal ignored him, jumping off the last few steps and running to beat Tubbo to the door. He reached it seconds before Tubbo.
Micheal threw open the door, and upon seeing the tall blond haired boy, jumped up and wrapped his arms and legs around Tommy.
“Oi! Get the gremlin offa me! I mean it!” Tommy whined in his screechy voice. Micheal only squeezed tighter, leaving Tommy to waddle into the house like a penguin.
His displeasure was drawn all over his face, although they all knew it was fake. Tommy loved Michael.
It took lots of bargaining and pleading to get Micheal to let go, but eventually he relented, happily taking the cookie from Tubbo. While Micheal ate his cookie, Ranboo went to help him put his bags in Micheal’s room, where he was sleeping. (Of course, Micheal had whined and cried and fake pouted the week before, until Tommy agreed to sleep in his room.)
Once they were done, Micheal dragged Tommy away while Tubbo and Ranboo made dinner. “We gotta play games now Uncle Tommy! Then we eat dinner, play more games, and then we’ll sleep!”
“Sounds great, Micheal.”
Up in Micheal’s room, Tommy and Micheal sat together on the floor. “What games do you have in mind?”
“Oh! I have a list!” Micheal cried. He hopped up and ran to the little desk in the corner of his room. He pulled a piece of paper out of one of the drawers and ran back to Tommy, handing him the paper.
Tommy furrowed his eyebrows. “Micheal, what does it say?” The paper was covered in colorful scribbles.
Micheal tsked at Tommy, just like he’d seen Papa Phil do to Uncle Tommy when he’d accidentally broken a window in his house.
“It says, hide and seek, Chomping Chimps*, coloring, Vines and Waterfalls*, and charades!”
“Oh cool! Do you know what’s for dinner?”
“No. Bee and Boo said it was a surprise and that they weren’t gonna tell us.”
“Hmph. That’s not fair. Boring.”
Micheal giggled. “You’re right! That is boring!”
Micheal was giggling so ferociously that he fell over and eventually began hiccuping.
“I really don’t see how that was so funny….” muttered Tommy, who was already getting out a few board games.
A little less than an hour later, Tubbo’s voice called out, “Time for dinner!”
Tommy and Micheal raced each other downstairs, Tommy letting Micheal beat him by a fraction. Micheal gleefully jumped up and down, shouting about how he’d beaten ‘the one and only, Big Man Tommy’.
This made Ranboo and Tubbo laugh, while Tommy crossed his arms and fake pouted. Once that was all over, the four of them sat down for dinner.
Micheal gasped. “Bahsketti!” (Spaghetti)
“You made bahsketti! Thank you Bee and Boo!”
Everyone laughed at Micheal’s delight. Tommy thanked the duo for dinner and letting him spend the night. Then they ate.
After dinner, Micheal dragged Tommy upstairs to his room to play again. Tommy couldn’t believe how fast Micheal moved with such short legs.
“We’re gonna play hide and seek and then charades and then make a fort to sleep in and then—“
“Whoa, calm down buddy! We can do all of that, but first, I gotta tell you a secret!”
Micheal gasped. “A secret?”
Tommy nodded. “Yeah a secret. Except you can’t tell anybody. Not even Tubbo and Ranboo, okay?”
Micheal held out a tiny pinkie. “I promise!”
Tommy wrapped his pinkie around Micheal’s, and then they shook on it. Then Tommy leaned in, and whispered something in Micheal’s ear.
Michaels eyes widened, and he whispered, “But Bee said I can’t say that. Only adults can.”
Tommy shrugged. “I’m the adult saying you can say it.”
“You’re an adult?”
“Yep.”
Micheal grinned, then whispered, “F*ck.”
Tommy gave Micheal a high five. “Excellent, buddy. Excellent.”
After that, they played tons of board games, hide and seek, and even colored pictures of each other.
Finally, it was time for the fort! Micheal ordered Tommy to go collect pillows off the couches downstairs. He was gonna go find blankets, and then they’d meet up in his room later.
Within five minutes, Micheal was back in his room, hidden under a pile of blankets. Tommy reappeared after, pillows stacked up to his chin. “Is this enough?” Tommy mumbled.
Micheal peeked his face out and confirmed that, yes, it was enough. Then he gave Tommy all the orders for building the fort, while Micheal sat there happily.
Once the fort was finished, Michael hopped up and crawled inside to inspect the quality of it. Minutes later, after some, ‘hmms’ and ‘huh’s, Michael popped back out and nodded. “We did a great job!”
“But—you didn’t—I—fine.” Tommy cried exasperatedly.
He joined Michael inside the fort. They’d only been sitting for a moment, when Micheal panicked. “Where’s my chicken?!?!”
He hurried out of the fort to his bed and tore it up looking for the chicken. Finally, he found it. Clutching the poofy chicken to his chest, Michael climbed back into the fort.
“Thank you for helping Uncle Tommy,” mumbled Micheal. He was slowly dozing off. Right before he was out completely, he snuggled up to Tommy and whispered, “Goodnight, Uncle Tommy.”
**Chomping Chimps instead of Hungry Hippos and Vines and Waterfalls instead of Chutes and Ladders