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*ping*
*ping*
*PINGGGG*
“Shut the fuck up, you stupid phone!”
“Language,” a voice mumbled from the phone.
Skeppy grabbed his phone off the table where it had been face down and constantly pinging.
“Oops, sorry Bad, I forgot I was still on call with you.”
“It's fine. By the way, you going to Dream’s house later?” Bad asked.
“Yeah,” Skeppy mumbled absently, before getting an idea, for a troll obviously, “Wait, what's the earliest you could physically get to his house?”
“Skeppy,” Bad sighed, “Are you planning to troll Dream by going to his house at a ridiculous time in the morning?”
“Yep, you read my mind!”
“Skeppyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! It's Christmas, don’t troll people!” Bad complained.
“Badddddddddddd! It will be funny!” Skeppy replied, mocking Bad's tone.
“I’m not the one being trolled for once…” Bad contemplated, “So fine. I’ll help you with your trolling.”
“Yay!” Skeppy yelled down the phone, making Bad wince and sigh, having told him not to scream down the phone many, many, many times, and had pretty much given up at this point. “Ok Bad, meet me at Dream’s house at…” Skeppy had to check his phone for the time. It was 6:34am. “About 7am,” He finished.
“Ok ‘Geppy, love you!” Bad said before leaving the call and going offline, probably opening Christmas presents.
As soon as Bad went offline, Skeppy quickly messaged Karl, Sapnap, Quackity, George and Fundy, telling them all his stupid plan for a troll. All of them agreed pretty quickly, especially the first three, who were also definitely trolls, and wouldn’t pass on an opportunity to troll Dream especially. Now all he had to do was get dressed and obnoxiously knock on his boyfriend's door to get him to leave the house and help him troll.
After about five minutes of just knocking on Bad’s front door, he finally appeared, looking tired and kinda grumpy, probably hadn’t had any coffee yet.
“Skeppyy, I thought we weren’t going to his house until seven!”
“I don’t care, I know you’re not gonna actually get there in time unless I physically drag you,” Skeppy said, grinning.
“Says the one who’s always late for school!” Bad grinned back.
Skeppy borderline dragged Bad out the front door and down the street.
“Ei! Stop dragging me!” He complained.
“But I wanna get there as early as possibleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” Skeppy whined childishly.
“You care too much about trolling,” Bad sighed affectionately, “We can walk, you don’t need to drag me we’re gonna sl-” He was cut off by Skeppy slipping on some ice and accidentally pulling Bad on top of him. “Skeppy! I warned you! You good?” He asked, very concerned.
Skeppy laughed, starting to make snow angels with his arms, with Bad still partially on top of him. “I’m fine, don’t worry! This is great!”
Bad started to laugh too, rolling off his boyfriend and starting to make a snow angel with him. “We’d look so stupid if anyone saw us! Two idiots lying on the sidewalk making snow angels at 6:45 in the morning!” He laughed harder, grinning happily. “This is a great Christmas!”
Skeppy laughed harder as well, and leaned over to hug Bad. “Best Christmas ever! Snow angels before the sun has even risen and we get to troll people later!”
“I’m not surprised this is your dream Christmas. You’re a chaotic troll.”
Skeppy nodded, still grinning at the stupididity of snow angels. On the sidewalk. In the semi dark. Then suddenly he said, “Bad! Look! The suns rising!”
The sun was rising out of the horizon slowly, making the snow look orange-tinted and lighting up the street. The two of them watched as the glow reached the part of the street they were on, until Bad suddenly spoke up.
“C’mon ‘Geppy, lets go be trolls,” He stood up and pulled Skeppy, up with him, and they both started walking down to the road Dream lived on. Karl, Sapnap and Quackity were already there, but George and Fundy hadn’t appeared yet.
“Finally!” Quackity joked, “We’ve been waiting eons!”
“Well, George and Fundy haven’t spawned in yet so you’ll be waiting another few eons for them,” Skeppy told him.
Bad’s phone pinged and he checked it. “Red and Ant say merry Christmas and also that we argue too much over stupid things.”
Karl shrugged. “I mean, they aren’t wrong honestly.”
Everyone nodded, and George and Fundy both finally appeared.
“Took your time,” Sapnap told them, sighing melodramatically.
George rolled his eyes. “Shut up, I wanna go troll Dream.”
“Wouldn’t this be trolling his mom more then him, considering she now has to deal with seven extra teenagers?” Fundy pointed out.
“Nah, we’ll stay out her way, also if she askes why were there we can honestly say that Dream invited us,” Skeppy said.
Suddenly, everyone’s phone pinged.
**On The Idiots**
Gream 2: i can see u guys on my street
Gream 2: dont u dare come to my house its 7 am u idiots
Everyone started laughing at their failed attempt of a troll.
“So does that mean we’ve failed as trolls?” Fundy asked Skeppy.
Skeppy nodded. “Kinda, yeah. Bad, are your parents chill if we all go round to yours instead?”
“Meh, probably. And if we can go to my house I can finally get some coffee.”
“You’re more addicted to coffee than I am to Monster!” Karl giggled, “And I drink like three cans a day!”
“Yeah but there’s way more caffeine in Monster than coffee,” Bad argued.
“Both are shit addictions to have,” George cut in before it turned into a full arguement as everyone started walking to Bad’s house.
“Language!”
“You NEED to meet this one kid me and Dream know, his name’s Tommy and I don’t think he physically can say a sentence without swearing…”
This conversation continued all the way until they got to Bad’s house, where he let them all in and they all went up to his room.
“Someone should probably text Dream so he knows we’re here,” Sapnap pointed out.
“Yeah I’ll do it,” George responded, pulling out his phone and texting his boyfriend, “He says he’ll probably come over later but Dristas keeping him hostage right now.”
Christmas shenanigans basically ensued throughout the rest of the day, especially when Dream appeared and everyone launched a NERF gun attack at him for ruining their troll.
“OW! Idiots!” He yelled mock-angrily.
“You ruined our trolling, now we’ll ruin your face!” Skeppy laughed demonically.
“‘Geppy! You sound like a gremlin!” Bad started giggling.
And that kinda ended with everyone sitting on the floor in Bad’s room, watching Gremlins on his PC until it got pretty late and everyone had to go home and have “Dinner with the people we unfortunately share DNA with,” as Sapnap put it.
As soon as Christmas was technically over, at one minute past midnight, the group chat started pinging:
Quackity: now its time to plan a new years party!
Karl: we can get drunk and stay up all night!
Bad: There is no way Im getting drunk
Skeppy: but it will be fun!
Skeppy: also who tf turned spell check on my phone again!
Gream 1: :DD
Skeppy: i hate u
Gream 1: u shouldnt fall asleep with your phone next to you while watching a movie if u dont want spell check to be suddenly enabled
Fox Boy: this has been the most chaotic christmas ive ever had
Quackity: good :))