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Saturday, 2:00pm
There was a noise and an annoying one at that, that broke the seal on Tommy's peaceful slumber. Jolting his brain into consciousness, a pain emerged with it, and Tommy, albeit begrudgingly, opened his eyes. Pain swallowed his brain as light spilled through the cracks in the sheer mint green curtains. Normally waking up to an overdramatic alarm clock was all but different, no cause for concern however there was a concern for this.
This isn't Tommy's bed.
Upon realizing Tommy shot up, anxiety-ridden his bones as his eye dotted across his surroundings. This isn't his bed, this isn't his room, not his alarm clock, not his house.
Where the fuck is he?
A snore pitched as a figure on the floor began to stir awake and a very tired gravelly voice broke Tommy's spiraling thoughts with the recognition of finally something familiar.
"Hey big man, yo-" a yawn ensued from the lower, "-you awake?" Tubbo sat up on the ground next to the bed, rubbing at his eyes trying the get the sleep out, clearly, he was anything but a morning person, or maybe a lack of sleep and being on the ground at fault.
"Tubbo?" Tommy called, looking around the room again, he does know this room from somewhere but it's not Tubbo's, looking for hints he spots a computer monitor on a wide desk in the corner next to a bookshelf full of an astounding number of trophies and medals shining in the sun that peaked behind the curtains. He knew an overachiever!
This is Dream's room!
"Yeah? What's wrong?" Tubbo questioned back and then saw the gears turn behind Tommy's eyes from his perspective on the floor. Knowing Tommy will reply eventually Tubbo takes his own look around the room only unlike Tommy, Tubbo knew what he was looking for, well more like who.
A shift on the floor near the foot of the bed and the reveal of a rather distinguishable sock gave him his answer.
"Hey Ranboo, you awake?" Tubbo kicked at the sock from under the blanket to gain its attention.
What almost sounded like a painful meow came from the boy on the floor at the end of the bed. Both Tommy and Tubbo got out of their hazes, Tommy crossing the bed to look down where the noise came from and Tubbo crawled out from his blanket to inspect as well.
Lying on his own blanket was the height of their group, long limbs curled in on himself in what shouldn't be a comfortable position, but they snoozed anyway, the sun started to shine bright on two-toned skin, irritating Ranboo's clenched closed eyes, another meow-like warble sound escaped the boy.
It took so much for Tommy not to burst out laughing then and there, he almost didn't.
Almost.
The screaming laughter could've woken anyone, Ranboo was just the unlucky anyone.
Ranboo sat up quickly in defense from the scare and knocked his head into the man hollering over him, a hiss and an equally loud, "Fuck!", replaced Tommy's laughter. A new laugh emerged as Tubbo's barely contained giggles from the sidelines.
"Jesus Christ, Ranboo is your skull made of steel?!", the blonde squawked, rubbing the 'bonked' area on his head.
"No?!" Ranboo gripped his forehead, sitting up slowly this time, "Is yours?!"
"Nah, Tommy's head is actually full of rocks." Tubbo managed to poke fun at his friend from behind his hand that was hiding a painfully obvious giggle.
Tommy couldn't even bring himself to throw a snarky comment back as the pain from his head doubled within five minutes of awakening and he rolled over on the bed in hopes of the pressure on his brain to stop.
"Wait, where are we?" Ranboo pipped up, finally someone else as confused as Tommy, although with Ranboo's finicky memory the question was gonna be asked anyway, "last I remember we were.. were.."
Ranboo went through the stages of recovering his memories like how Tubbo taught him, a month ago was mom's birthday, a week ago was movie night with the book club, a day ago, they were at Tommy's house, they were dressed for something, some party at...
"At Dream's party?" Ranboo looked around confused, "Wait is this Dream's house?" He pointed his finger in hesitation.
"Oh yeeeah!" Tubbo recalled, dragging out his words and swaying in his crisscross apple sauce position, "I'm glad someone remembers 'cause I sure as hell don't."
"Wait do none of us remember what happened last night?" Tommy realized and spoke sitting up, having somewhat recovered from his ram-in with Ranboo's head but his head still panged.
"Nope."
"Mm mm."
"Fuck." The blonde sighed, dropping back onto the bed like a soap opera widow.
"Hey no worries, I'm sure we can just check our socials to see if we did anything, if Dream has a party he's most likely invited everyone, there's bound to be some context clues online." Tubbo nonchalantly reasoned picking up his phone from his blanket and logging onto Twitter.
Tommy was relaxed by his friend's head on his shoulders, it felt weird being the one without a plan so Tommy followed Tubbo's instructions, now if only he could find his phone, it's gotta be somewhere in the bed.
"Woah."
Okay, Tommy was no longer relaxed, what the hell could 'Woah' mean when it pertains to a night you can't remember?
"Tubbo please, can I see what's happening?" He almost sounded desperate, he hoped for his friend's reaction to be just him getting distracted by a post unrelated to last night, like some new kpop drama or a dazzling red-carpet look.
Tubbo passed his phone to Tommy but sat next to his friend on the bed to also look over the feed, peaking Ranboo's interest they decided to scoot onto the bed as well only sitting across from the two, not sure if they wanted to see the damage physically.
It was tweets upon tweets, some coherent, a lot weren't. Many without context and few with pictures but just from the few, it was a rager. Everyone from A to Z that they knew, were barely acquainted with, or don't even recognize was there.
Niki @ Nihaachu
Last night was fun! @ Dream let me know if you ever need a caterer again! #NightmareParty20xx 💕
Jack Manifold @ JackManifoldTV
LIVE TWEETING TECHNO VS DREAM REMATCH #NightmareParty20xx
Karl :) @ KarlJacobs_
SKATE FAST, LIVE LAST, LOVE LAUGH
#NightmareParty20xx
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They got lucky with there being a hashtag to fully be able to see everything all in one place, but as the tweets ran for miles the curiosity of Instagram pinged in the blonde's brain. The site was better for visualization however it was also worse, there were so many photos, so many people, and so many possible bad decisions that Tommy didn't even know if he committed. He ended on one photo, it was of him, Tubbo, and Ranboo, a face he didn't know, Philza, Techno, and Wilbur. Half of them seemed out of it, even Techno if the foam sword broken into 2 was anything to go by. Tommy didn't even look coherent, rather a blurry smile as he seemed to have been photobombing with the other two.
"We were definitely involved, it's all up online." Tommy deadpanned before handing back Tubbo his phone as the shortest scooted over to Ranboo to show him the last photo with all of them. Tommy dropped his head in his hands, all this evidence and nothing to recall. Ranboo took one look at the picture and internally cringed, he hated forgetting things as much as it happens to him but it's the first where he isn't the only one.
"We're screwed." Ranboo half copied Tommy's position but with one hand dragging on his face.
"Oh well." Tubbo locked his phone back up and tossed it to the side.
"How are you so indifferent to this?" Tommy glared from behind his hands.
"I feel like it would've been worth remembering if we did something horrendous" Tubbo offered as he rose from sitting next to Tommy on the bed to stretch out with a few audible pops. Tommy took it with a grain of salt and patted around the bedsheet to look for his phone once more but he remained as fruitless as the first time.
"Fellas is my phone on the ground with you guys?" Tommy threw out as he scanned the bed, frame, and all, with his hands more intently.
After a quick check of the area by bee and boo, none of the boys could find it. Tubbo even tried to call it but upon it going straight to voicemail the notion was that it was most likely dead.
Where in the world is Tommy's phone?