Thirty-one

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***Chapter 40***

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“so let me get this right—” Karl said in between bites of a trashy McDonald’s burger.

“you literally got kidnapped by a bunch of crazy smart people that had all this information?”

“basically”

“was i anywhere at all?” he asked.

“I didn’t see you mentioned, but there was a dot near or at North Carolina, could’ve been you or jimmy” I pondered. He responded with a blank nod.

“you’re sure I can’t call Wilbur?” he pleaded.

“you can’t call him or they’re in danger” we sat in silence before I spoke again,

“sorry for dragging you into this—I just didn’t know what to do—”  I started rambling,

“Ollie don’t say that, you needed help, plus who else would’ve you called?”

“no idea, on top of that, I have to find my parents”

“you still don’t know about them?” Karl face grew more worried,

“they told me they were safe but didn’t tell me where” I muttered.

“I bet the police will be looking for them too once they’re caught”

“if they’re caught” I corrected.

“who knows, they could’ve been caught five minutes after you left” Karl shrugged, wiping his hands on the napkins the McDonalds employee gave us.

“there’s no way, they were so coordinated, I’m surprised they didn’t find me at the gas station”

“we better get going, we have another plane to catch, you’re coming back to my house” Karl started the car again and I hugged Tommy’s now dry sweatshirt against me.

After a ride to the airport, and quickly getting on the plane since neither of us had luggage, we were leaving. Going away from Canada, away from my friends, away from the team, away from Tommy.

Shortly after the plane took off, I instantly fell asleep, I had been awake for more than 40 hours, and I didn’t know how I was still keeping my eyes open, must’ve been adrenaline.

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“A missing person is a person 18 years old or older whose disappearance is possibly not voluntary, or a child whose whereabouts are unknown to the child's legal custodian” Alex explained, I was still trying to wrap my brain around this whole situation,

“Law enforcement agencies can request an Amber Alert if their investigation determines that the child’s disappearance meets the Amber Alert criteria.” He continued,

“isn’t this amber alert criteria?” Schlatt expressed.

“it should be, usually they wait until they do a full perimeter check before announcing it” Alex blurted all his information on the subject.

“what happens if they don’t find her at all—” Ranboo asked, Iris was sitting next to him, she had substantially gotten more anxious, especially after the people spilled all the personal information about us.

***a/n: before you say anything, this is part of character development for Iris’s book. Not anything to do with her being “a villain” according to all of yall 😑 P.S Iris’s book “Pistanthrophobia” first chapter is out, Molly is a huge part of it, so I highly recommend checking it out ;)***

“A court shall not declare a person dead if within six months after publication of the notice information is received which proves that the person is alive.” Quackity rubbed his temples as he recited the law.

“six months” I repeated, staring blankly.

“tommy, we’ll find her by then” Niki assured me, she hadn’t talked much after her terrifying call earlier today.

“what if we don’t? what do we do then?” I turned towards Alex, but he didn’t respond. The tense silence was cut in half by Wilbur’s phone ringing, the contact was Officer banks. He instantly picked it up and put it on speaker.

“This is Wilbur?” Officer Banks started.

“yeah, and everybody else, you’re on speaker” Wilbur placed his hand against his jawline.

“we looked through the entire neighborhood and didn’t find anything, she’s really good at disappearing” Banks responded.

“ok” Wilbur huffed, leaning back in his chair.

“We decided to send out an amber alert for this area, since there’s no way she could’ve gotten this far, someone’s prone to notice her, if there’s no response we’ll expand the amount of people getting the notification”

“m’kay” Wilbur couldn’t think of a response,

“we need you to answer some questions about her first so we could put it on her file”

“ok then” After a short pause, Banks started asking,

“date of birth?”

“December 14th, 2003” Tubbo answered, his birthday was close to Molly’s. Which was coming up.

“height?”

“probably around 5’7” I remembered I could easily rest my chin on the top of her head.

“eye color?”

“green” the memories of the one night we stargazed in Seattle flooded my mind. That was the night I noticed how green her eyes were.

“hair color?”

“brown” Wilbur answered, I remember the other night she taught him how to braid hair, and he clearly remembered it as his eyes became glassy.

“that’s all we need for now. I’ll call back soon” and Wilbur hung up. Tossing his phone lightly on the coffee table.

“George and Nick had planned on leaving tomorrow, they said they could stay but—” Clay started,

“if you guys need to go home you can go home, honestly it would be better if there’s less people involved in the—situation” Wilbur said,

“ok, George and I are taking the same flight to Texas and then George will be off to England” Nick answered.

“what time are you guys leaving” Alex asked.

“early tomorrow morning” Nick checked his phone.

“we should all try and get some sleep then” Wilbur answered blankly, we all knew he wasn’t going to get any rest.

Nick, Clay, and Sapnap disappeared up the stairs, but no one followed.

“Tubbo, Tommy, and Wilbur, you guys haven’t slept at all in like two days. You need to get some sleep” Niki said.

“I’m not tired” Tubbo muttered.

“me neither” I said in the same tone.

“at least lay down or something, please” Niki was really trying here, she looked towards Will for some type of support, but he sat staring blankly at the phone.

“I’ll lie down, but I’m not gonna get any sleep” Tubbo clutched a pillow from the couch and laid on it sideways. Keeping his eyes as wide as possible, within seconds he was snoozing. Ranboo and Iris shortly left after. Which left Me, Niki, Wilbur, Quackity, and Schlatt awake.

“do you think we’ll find her?” I asked, staring at a sleeping tubbo. There was a long silence before Niki spoke,

“Ollie’s doing her best right now, so we need to do our best, for her”

“yeah, but what if she’s not? What is she’s out there, freezing to death, with no one to help her?” I fired.

“yeah, but she could also be safe, under shelter, not dead” Alex mentioned. The room was met with an unbearable silence again.

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***Chapter 41***

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“you can sleep in the guest room if you want” Karl pointed to a door opposite of his streaming room. It was around 4 in the morning. We had just arrived at Karl’s home in North Carolina. Even though I had been asleep the entire 3-hour plane ride, I was still excruciatingly tired.

“you should get some sleep though” Karl smiled as I opened the guest room door.

“I’ll see you in the morning?” he asked.

“mhm” I nodded, and he closed the door.

I sat at the foot of the bed and wondered about today’s events, after tossing and turning over a span of hours, I fell asleep deep in thoughts.

I woke up the next day to Karl’s doorbell ringing, my head shot up from the bed and noticed I hadn’t even gotten under the blankets.

I walked out of the room and peeked around the corner to see the shadow of the front door being opened by Karl.

“why am I here again?” a monotoned voice said as soon as Karl greeted them.

“I couldn’t tell you until you came over, sorry for the long commute” Karl chuckled as he closed the door.

“yeah, I could’ve used that plane money to invest in all the orphanages I’m gonna burn down.”

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“Amber alerts are sent out to Ontario and Quebec” Officer Banks was calling for the 5th time tonight.

“Anything?” Wilbur asked,

“no more information”

“ok—thank you” Wilbur sighed and hung up again. Silence.

“We should all go to sleep, Will you can keep your phone on, so we hear when Banks calls, but you won’t be able to do anything properly unless you get sleep” Niki pushed.

“Niki’s right, I’m gonna sleep” Schlatt went up the stairs. Slowly, everyone left one by one, until it was Wilbur, Me, and Niki sitting on the couch stubbornly.

“Tommy, please just at least take a nap” I didn’t answer.

“You’re not helping Ollie by going on a sleep-strike” She tried to make eye contact with me.

“I just don’t want to miss a call” I murmured.

“I’ll wake you if anyone calls” I didn’t answer again, but eventually laid my head against the pillow next to me. My plan was to pretend to be asleep, which didn’t work well. Because in a matter of seconds I felt myself doze off.

I woke up again to Niki talking to Wilbur, as I looked out the window, the sun was coming upon the horizon.

“You should probably text Techno, say that we won’t make it to the next location for another couple days” Niki asked Wilbur as he picked up his phone.

“Tommy go back to sleep” She noticed me bringing my head up from the couch. Tubbo was still on the sleeping on the other side,

“I’m fine” I responded. Niki just sighed and turned to Wilbur,

“has Techno said anything?”

“he said he had something come up so that would work well, we’re rescheduling for next week later just incase”

“okay, good” she stood up and headed for the kitchen. Sapnap and George were walked down the stairs and greeted us.

“when are you guys leaving?” I asked.

“couple minutes” George sighed.

“Sorry we have to leave; I just have some school stuff and—” Sapnap started,

“trust me its fine, you were planning on leaving today before—anything happened” Wilbur gave a small grin to the pair.

After Niki forcing me and Wilbur to eat, Nick and Sapnap said goodbye to the group, asking us to call and text with updates.

“like seriously, don’t hesitate to ring me up for a therapy session or something” Sapnap chuckled.

“sure thing” I smiled for the first time today.

After watching George and Nick drive away, we went back to the couch. Everyone was awake and spread out across the living space, having small talk amongst themselves. The main attraction of the room was Schlatt trying to flip his timbs and making them land right side up. Everyone would silently cheer once her would flip it right. Things were a little more relaxed, but it definitely wasn’t the same.

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“Techno, I called you because I literally couldn’t think of anyone else, she’s close to, but—Ollie’s here”

“really? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Techno looked around the room.

“well—because—she may have gotten stalked and kidnapped yesterday...” Karl trailed off. There was a medium silence before techno chuckled,

“wait—so you’re telling me she got—stalked and kidnapped?”

“yeah” Karl fidgeted with the hem of his sweater.

“you’re not joking?” there was a short silence, so I assumed Karl had nodded.

“where is she?”

“in my guest, sleeping—she hadn’t gotten much sleep the past few days”

“wasn’t she high on stream—like 2 nights ago?”

“yep” Karl sighed,

“that’s—wait how did she—what happened?”

“from what she told me, she had been getting messages for about a week, but wasn’t super worried. The night they all got high she got a text from the same people that her parents were gone, they hacked her phone to call her and said if she tells anyone any information, they’ll take her too, next morning she got into an uber and was driven to their house. She stayed there a day before jumping off the roof and running away”

“bruh” techno said shakily.

“so we can’t call Wilbur or anyone at the cabin, because apparently they have mics and cameras planted” Karl finished.

“oh—kay” Techno sighed at the load of information.

“so what do we do?” he asked.

“I have no idea” Karl shook his head.

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***Chapter 42***

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2 days

48 hours.

2880 minutes had gone by without me seeing Molly.

The last glimpse I saw of her before leaving was directly at 10:08 am.

After an excruciatingly long 2 days, it had hit that time again. I was stupid for checking my phone for missed texts from her, inside I knew she didn’t have any communication. Instead of actually doing anything, we sat like ducks for 48 hours, it was starting to piss me off.

“Can we call anyone? Anyone she might go to for help?” Me and Tubbo had gone to actually cleaning the house, it was mostly me cleaning, and Tubbo watching. After a bunch of twitch streamers living in a house nearly a week, plus the pile of stress, things got a little messy.

“she has an aunt in Northern California that she hasn’t spoken to in years, the rest of her family is either dead or out of touch” Wilbur answered.

“How do we know this?”

“Banks said they looked through her and her parents phones” Niki responded, I hummed as I wiped down the kitchen counter.

“cleaninginnit” Tubbo sat down at the island.

“hmm no” I scoffed.

“servantinnit—no better maidinnit”

“no tubbo I swear to god—"

“lysolinnit, chemicalinnit, raginnit, kitchencounterinnit” he went on and on, I moved to sweeping the floors. Niki and Wilbur watched carefully.

“are you ok tommy?” Niki asked warily.

“I’m fine” I responded not looking up from the floor.

“are you sure—” Wilbur started before I cut him off,

“do we have a mop” I stared at the floor and noticed that every second I left it untouched; it would get dirtier.

“I’m not sure, tommy what are you trying—” Wilbur tried to get back on track,

“I’m going to look for a mop” I left the kitchen, trying to avoid all serious conversation.

I lingered in the hallway, finding a closet door. Yanking it open, many things fell out. Including a bucket with a mop.

Going back to the kitchen, Niki and wilbur were having a hushed conversation, they stopped and instantly looked at me as I walked in.

“what?” I snapped.

“nothing” Wilbur shook his head and went back to an even more hushed dialogue with Niki.

After another hour, the entire downstairs, including the kitchen, living room, bathroom, and dining room had been mopped. I looked at the dishwasher, it still had twenty minutes left, I had already fluffed the couch, folded clothes, wiped the counters, and vacuumed the few rugs in the house. There was no harm in repeating the cycle, so I grabbed the same rag and started wiping down at the kitchen surface.

“Tommy I’m pretty sure the counter is clean” Alex walked into the kitchen, I had been scrubbing the same spot for over two minutes, zoning out thinking of the same things that had gone through my head this entire morning. Where was Molly? How was Molly?

“tommy?” Alex waved his hand in front of me as I stared at the scrubbed counter.

“hmm” I looked up as if nothing had happened.

“you literally weren’t listening to anything I just said, did you?”

“not one bit” I turned around to wipe another counter.

“you already wiped that counter—twice”

“yeah, I know—but twenty minutes ago it was clean—and in that twenty minutes multiple dust molecules have landed on that surface” I pointed to the seemingly clean marble.

“ok, you do you—I just need you to actually listen to me speaking”

“I’m doing it now aren’t i?”

Quackity sighed before going on, “do you want to go looking?”

“for Molly?”

“yeah duh”

“yes—wait how are we—”

“just follow me” Alex left the kitchen and I followed behind, shrugging to a confused Tubbo as I left.

“where are we—” I followed him out to the front door, quickly shrugging on a jacket as he walked to the car.

“chop chop child” he said as I hopped over to the vehicle struggling to put my shoes on. He unlocked the car doors, and as soon as I sat in the passenger side, he started it up and drove out of the cabin driveway.

“what are you doing?” I turned to him,

“getting you away from that house” he kept his eyes on the road.

“what wrong with the house?” I looked behind us, the cabin becoming smaller in the distance.

“you need to stop suppressing your feelings—you’re cleaning more than a white mom the morning of your first playdate with johnny”

“I am not—”

“shut your trap” he snapped; I crossed my arms stubbornly.

In the silence, Alex’s phone started buzzing in one of the cup holders of the car.

“do you want me to get that” I said blankly.

“please” he continued to drive. I grabbed the phone and read the contact,

“It’s Karl, should I answer?”

“yeah, its fine” he said as I pressed the answer button.

“hey Alex!” Karl’s bright voice filled the car.

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“hey kid” Techno knocked on the open door to my temporary room,

“yo” i was reading the 4th book today, Karl didn’t have many books but there was enough to take up my time.

“what are you doing?” he walked over.

“reading” I said blankly.

“how intriguing” he said droningly.

“indeed” I replied, not looking up from the book.

“Karl had an idea; I think you should hear”

“what is it?” I glanced up for the first time.

“well— we thought you might want to see how they are,” I raised my eyebrows in confusion,

“so Karl would call one of them, probably Quackity, and just talk to him normally, and we’ll see how they’re holding up”

“I like that idea’ I nodded.

“ok we’ll do that soon—do you want some tea?” He knew of my love for tea just about as much as I did.

“yes please” I grinned and walked out with him.

“do you like my idea?” Karl asked smiling.

“yes” I sat down on the couch not far away from him.

Techno handed me a mug of tea as he sat down across from me.

“ok here we go” Karl took a deep breathe and pressed the call button.

“hey Alex!” he said in his best happy impression.

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***Chapter 43***

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“hey Alex!”  I took a sip of my tea as Karl talked,

“hello Karl!” I could tell Quackity was off but trying his best to keep cool. The other end of the call was rather windy.

“are you in the car?” Karl asked.

“yes, we’re in the car for today” Alex said in his accent.

“we as in multiple?” Karl glanced towards me.

“yeah, me and Tommy”

I nearly spit out my tea, my face drained of color as I shot my eyes shot towards Karl, who looked just about the same.

“hello Karl” Tommy scoffed. I almost cracked at his annoyed tone.

“Hey Tommy!” Karl winced as he looked over to me.

‘um—I was just wondering of you wanted to do a stream later tonight? Maybe jackbox?” Karl asked convincingly.

There was about 10 seconds of silence before tommy spoke again, which brought goosebumps to my arms.

“um- we’re a little busy the next couple days, but we can call you when we’re available” Tommy nearly stuttered. In that moment, I desperately wanted to talk. Talk to tommy. I wanted to lunge forward, take the phone away from Karl, and just start talking.

Techno noticed my state and snapped his fingers in the air next to me, grabbing my attention.

***a/n: my commentors when I literally just mention techno: 🙈😀😀😀💯 BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD❤💞💞✨✨✨✨✨❤💞✨💞❤***

I glanced at him, he had wide eyes and was solemnly shaking his head no. I then looked at Karl, who was filled with anxiety as the conversation went on.

“yeah, that’s be great tommy! Thanks!”

“yeah, no problem” tommy muttered.

“well I’ll talk to you later Karl, have a nice day!” Alex said cheeringly before they hung up.

“we could’ve told them right then and there,” I said, “the were away from the house, the team might have recorded the call, but they would still know”

“we can’t risk that” techno leaned back in the chair.

“what are we supposed to do then? literally keep me a secret until it all falls apart? We have to tell someone, without the team actually knowing”

“well we can’t do it over call or text—” Karl cut himself off.

“wait—we can’t do it over call or text, so we might as well just do it in real life!” Karl said, as Techno and I shared a confused look.

“techno you’re supposed to go see them in a week, right?”

That’s when it hit me,

“yeah, I can push it forward though” Techno pulled out his phone,

“wait—so I am i just going to come along and like show up? after being missing?” I asked quizzically.

“yes” Karl said slowly.

“how is that going to work?”

“we’ll probably just get you on Jimmy’s plane, and we’ll meet them at the airport” Karl explained. Techno and I nodded.

“I mean—do we have any other options?”

“I guess not” I muttered.

“I just texted wilbur to see what’s the nearest I can come” Techno exclaimed. I took a deep breathe in anticipation. This could work.

“what happens if they say no?” I ask, “it would make sense, they don’t want to spread the information around”

“we’ll just have to wait and see” Techno muttered.

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“Is Tommy ok?” Niki asked as we watched him and Alex leave.

“no idea” I sighed.

“Tubbo?” I called,

“Wilbur?” Tubbo came around the corner,

“do you think Tommy’s been—” I tried to find the right words.

“acting weird, yes” Tubbo finished for me,

“yeah…” I glanced at Niki worryingly.

“He’s literally cleaning away his anxiety” Ranboo spoke from across the kitchen, I almost jumped at the new voice.

“where’d you come from?” He had very stealthily walked into the kitchen without any of us knowing.

“well first I came down the stairs, then I decided I wanted something to eat, then I saw you guys were having a conversation—”

“ok we get it” tubbo chuckled.

“anyways,” Niki continued, “you’re saying he’s cleaning away his anxiety?” she asked Ranboo.

“yeah, he’s distracting himself from reality to seem busy, Iris does it all the time”  he explained.

***a/n: “OH LOOK WHAT THE CAT DRAGGED IN”  \*iris hater noises\****

“that’s depressing” Tubbo said blankly,

“at least you have a clean house” Ranboo smiled.

“that’s true” I looked around the nearly shining room.

***a/n: SORRY FOR ANOTHER NOTE BUT I LITERALLY JUST NOTICED THAT RANBOO WOULDNT BE WEARING A MASK AND GLASSES THIS ENTIRE TIME LIKE IDK WHY BUT WHEN I WAS WRITING HIS DAILOUGE I JUST IMAGINED HIM SITING WITH HIS MASK AND SHADES WEARING A SUIT AJHWEJKANDJA LIKE I CAN IMAGINE DREAM  BUT NOT RANBOO IM-***

“where’d Tommy go?” Schlatt had now walked into the room,

“Alex took him” Tubbo said, Schlatt gave us a worried look before I explained,

“he wanted to go to the store with him”  Schlatt then gave me a nodding look before going back to searching for food.

“What was Ollie’s last name?” Ranboo asked.

“um—Montgomery” I stammered as Ranboo pulled out his phone.

“what are you looking for?” Niki asked,

“anything,” Ranboo exclaimed, “any information about her that could help”

“we haven’t done that yet, so might as well try” I shrugged as Ranboo continued to search. My phone buzzes on the table, from instinct I pick it up and press the spot in the screen where the pick-up call is, but to my avail, it isn’t a call.

“I just got a text from Techno” I mutter, opening up the message,

“what does it say?” Tubbo asks as I read,

***Would thou be possible for I to come a couple days early?***

***Why?***

***I***

***Have family***

***In candad***

***😀👍***

***Interesting***

***What day were you thinking?***

***The 10th?***

***that’s tomorrow…***

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***I’ll talk to the group :)***

“what do we do?” I asked, slightly panicked.

“if you say yes—we’ll have to tell him,” Niki rapped the table slightly with her knuckles, “and if you say no—we would sound suspicious” she continued.

“what’s the harm in telling him?” Tubbo asked.

“here we go with the pro’s and con’s again” Schlatt sighed before drinking directly out of the milk cartoon. (you can’t tell me that Schlatt doesn’t do this irl)

“ok, but seriously, its gotta come out somehow” Tubbo noted.

“true” I nodded.

***Yeah, you can come tomorrow!***

***Thank you, kind sir, William.***

***:D***

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***Valentine’s day special***

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***Not me leaving yall on a cliffhanger for 2 days—***

***Dw because next chapter is very very very very important, wink wink***

***Um anyway enjoy valentine’s day fluff 🤙 (which also counts as 40k views special, just wait until the end)***

***Also this is like 2k words so appreciate the grinding I did for you lovely lot 🙄***

***Scene: 2ish months after the trip takes place, (valentines day) Tommy is back in England, and Molly is in America.***

“wassup Tomathy!” The time was 10:08 (6:08 his time), which was the exact time Tommy would call me every morning no matter what. He never told me the real reason why, but I had eventually excepted it.

“hello Molly, how are you on this fine valentine’s day— oh I just rhymed call me PHILIP HAMILTON”  He proceeded to sing the entire verse from “take a break” while I beatboxed,

After we finished, the conversation went back to normal dialogue,

“I’m doing good, how are you?”

“eh, kinda stuck on this video I’ve been editing”

“do you want me to help?” I set my phone against the kitchen counter.

“its fine, but thanks for offering”

“thanks for offering?! Tommy are you ok?” I grabbed a tea bag from one of the cabinets,

“what are you on about?” he asked confused.

“Tommy—have you started cleaning again…” I asked warily,

“I swear to god if you make fun of me for that one more time I will—”

“you will what?” I raised my eyebrows and leaned over to see him clicking away on his PC.

“I will fly over to America and actually kick you”

“tommy that’s so sexist” I gasped.

“NO IM NOT—THAT’S IT WOMAN—YOU HAVE MADE FUN OF ME CLEANING BECAUSE I WAS WORRIED ABOUT YOU,” he started counting on his fingers, “YOU HAVE ACCUSED ME OF BEING SEXIST WHEN I LOVE WOMEN, I LOVE YOU—” he stopped himself as I was nearly on the floor laughing,

“tommy—I love you too but—this is taking me out” I said in between breathes.

“I’m so sorry that I cleaned for you when you were missing. Y’know next time you get kidnapped; I WILL NOT CLEAN FOR YOU”

“n-next time?” I barely could whisper it because I was bursting with laughter, but Tommy went on,

“MY OWN MOTHER STILL MAKES FUN OF ME FOR THAT” he yelled into the phone.

“y-your own m-m-mother” i winced,

“YES, MY OWN MOTHER”

“TOMMY PLEASE I CAN’T ANYMORE—”

“ok fine—you win, but just remember that I won’t hesitate to fly over and non-abusively kick you,”  he convinced,

“that’s no very nice” I pouted.

“what about I push you,” he went on,

“that seems fair—” I nodded,

“Into the ocean” he finished,

“WHAT THE HECK TOMMY” I spun towards the phone to see his face,

“I’m just saying” he shrugged innocently,

“that’s it I’m going to hang up on you” I jokingly picked up the phone,

“NO MOLLY I SWEAR—” he said as If the call was ending, but I just held the phone as he panicked.

“don’t worry I won’t end the call” I smiled, and he continued in his peaceful tone,

“anyways, I was going to tell you to check your mailbox, but I guess not…”

“what? Watcha talkin bout brov” I ran down the hallway and searched for the keys of the mailbox.

“oh nothing I don’t know you just don’t seem to appreciate me enough, so I guess you don’t want my present...” he trailed off,

“of course I want your present! What kind of narcissist would I be without accepting your gifts” I wiggled my eyebrows as I walked out the door,

“jeez its actually freezing out here oh my gosh” I shivered as I walked down the steps of the house, the neighborhoods mailbox’s were all in one spot a couple blocks away.

“I hope you get hypothermia and die on the pavement” he deadpanned,

“how heartwarming!” I give a thin smile as I flip him off,

“y’know I almost did die of hypothermia at that gas station” I pointed out.

“oh right yes” he nodded, “okay there is going to be a package there, don’t open it until you get in the house”

“okie dokie” I approached my mailbox, and when I unlocked it a small cardboard box was placed inside. It wasn’t any bigger than a normal sized phone.

“yo tommy what in gods name did you get me” I inspected the box as I walked back,

“i have no idea—oh wait I literally gave it to you” he said sarcastically,

“did you give me weed?” i widened my eyes,

“no I did not, that would’ve been a GREAT IDEA though, considering how you almost got us canceled last time”

“I GOT US CANCELLED? You’re the one who was singing about how high you were!” I huffed,

“you peer pressured me into it! I was being all nice and humble until you and wilbur came waltzing in zooted out of your minds” Tommy rambled.

“whatever” I scoffed as I closed my front door behind me, I sat down on the couch and angled the camera so tommy could see me unpacking the box,

“I’m lowkey excited not gonna lie here tommy” I tsked as I grabbed a knife,

“your only lowkey? I expected high key! Peeposad” tommy pouted, sarcastically.

“Tommy you can’t say emotes in real life, that’s now how it works” I sighed.

“I can do whatever i want women” he spat

“mm okay” i sighed as finally ripped open the small box,

“ok what shall be in here—” I pulled away at the bubble wrap enclosing the item and looked at it in glory,

Inside of a case, inside were two pendulum shaped crystals, hung on silver chains. The first pendulum was nearly clear but had small sparks of white rock inside. The other a smoky grey, the color spread out across the crystal in different shades. They contrasted almost perfectly.

“woah” I admired the pendulums,

“I’m guessing from that reaction you might slightly like them” tommy chuckled,

“they’re so pretty” I took them out of the case and explored more.

“I’m gonna explain a little bit because its kinda random, but I did do some research on this,” he commented.

“aww” I glanced at his screen.

“shut up, so basically quartz is the most OP crystal, which is ineffable if you think about it. They’re both quartz but have different meanings when you were them, so the smoky quartz is like a protector crystal, so no kidnapping here I guess,” he chuckled and went on, “and then the clear quartz is like a balancer, which kinda brings you peace and sh\*t” he hummed, and I made the meditation position as he explained,

“yeah, that’s basically it, you can wear them as necklaces, and switch between the two or wear them together” he smiled.

“aw tommy this is actually really sweet” i put both of them on and stuck a peace sign out.

“I know I’m such a cool and hot boyfriend” he smirked,

“sure”

“wait really?”

“yeah of course” I exclaimed, that’s what made his face tint pink,

“aw little baby tommy is flustered” I teased,

“I can still fly over and push you into the ocean”

“ANYWAYS, you need to open my present loser”

“yeah, I do, is it at the mailbox?”

“it should be” I played with my new necklaces.

“ok I’ll go and steal them from the mailperson”

“tommy it’s probably just sitting at your mailbox or something…” I trailed off.

“yeah, but what’s the fun in that? I wanna mug people” he gave me a crazed look.

“tommy no you don’t wanna be roomies with Jeremy” i joked as he stifled a laugh,

“ok the package is secured” I watched as he ran inside with the package,

“why is it so big?” it wasn’t huge, probably the size of a laptop.

“no idea” I shrugged.

“you should film a video with your reaction,” I suggested, “you’d be able to get the confetti!”

“viewer retentions go brrr” Tommy said as he set up his camera

***a/n: for yall who don’t know, when someone posts a video on YouTube and It gets more views than the last 10 videos posted (individually), you get a little confetti animation.***

“ok I’m going to open it” he took a breath,

“why are you so nervous” I laughed,

“IM NOT NERVOUS IM JUST EXCITED OK” he defended himself.

“oh my gosh there’s multiple things in here wow ok” he giggled at the sight of the tissue paper.

“there’s three things but go off”

“what one should I open first” he held them up for me.

“the small one” I giggled as he gave me a suspicious look.

“chat I don’t know how I feel about this, its kinda heavy, maybe it’s a bomb”

“why would I bomb your house! Then we would lose Walter and Betty! I’d at least do it while your away from them”

“that is incredibly rude”

“you literally said, and I quote, I hope you get hypothermia and die on the pavement” I gave him a prissy look.

“i- can’t deny that” he said as he unwrapped the paper of the small object.

“what is this—you did not” he held up a black nail polish container, and I burst out laughing.

“this is not funny—I—” he couldn’t finish the sentence because he started laughing too.

“we should paint our nails again on stream!” I said happily,

“maybe” he set the nail polish down,

“ok that was the funny one, now open the actual cool ones, I thought about getting you cleaning supplies but then the audience wouldn’t get it”

“what a shame” he said blankly,

“open the medium sized one now, the last one is the best” I exclaimed.

“I really don’t know if I can trust you anymore” he scoffed,

“no its actually really sweet because I know that all the comments on this vide are going to be “aww” and “omg Ollie is such a good girlfriend” after you open this one.”

“fine” he sighed and unwrapped the paper once again,

“wait it actually is cute dammit” he smiled at a package of Poppy seeds, a pot, and a little watering can.

Poppies had multiple meanings to us. The first day I joined the SMP, when I saved him from Sapnap, I had asked him to help build my house. At first, he had tried to pay me with poppy’s instead of actually doing the work. Later on, I put the poppies in an item frame just inside my house, labeled “Tommy’s Poppies” because it rhymed. The other occasion enclosing the subject about poppies was the night “the weed gang” had the conversation about how you make heroin.

“I know I’m just so hot and cool of a girlfriend!” I quoted his words from earlier.

“sure” he replied just like I had.

“but how do I actually take care of these things” he looked at the directions on the back of the packaging.

“psh I don’t know you have to figure that one out”

“damn ok I see how it is” he carefully set the poppy stuff down and moved on to the last gift, it was the biggest out of all of them, and when he pulled it out he audibly awed.

“it’s clementine!” he pulled out a stuffed animal moth. When I searched for “stuffed animal moths” I didn’t expect them to be cute, but this one was actually was. It was grey, fluffy, and had little wings and big eyes.

“put clementine on your head” I asked, and soon enough he balanced it perfectly atop his fluffy hair.

“perfect” I gave him a thumbs up.

“clementine is canon now” I giggled.

“indeed” he pet the stuffie carefully.

“chats going to go feral seeing that, they’ll clip it for ages and change their profile pictures to it, then make it their cover to their Wattpad fanfics” I gushed.

“oh god oh no I’m gonna have to take that out” tommy said frantically.

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“thank you for the crystals!” I smiled as we ended the call,

“Thanks for clementine, she’s a real companion.” he patted the moth, which sat upon his shoulder as he finished up some school work.

“I love you”

“I love you too”