Fireball went into his room, looking for the stash of WEED EDIBLES he left somewhere in his roof. Pound was sitting on his bed, looking at him like a fag would.
"What are you looking for?" Pound said BRITISHLY I hate those red coats 'merica forever rahhhhh
"My... My WEED STASH. IT'S FUCKING GONE!" Fireball shouted, looking everywhere behind the tiles. Suddenly, he felt a leg up there. Surprised, but very infuriated due to his WEED withdrawals, he dragged it out, and crashing on top of him was...
"GLITCHY!? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY WEED STASH??!?!"
"Ohhhhh hiiiiiii Fireballlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll.................................... I kinda feel a lil funny...... oh and I ate your lil gummies there my mistake og-"
"HOW ARE YOU ALIVE??! YOU ATE ALL OF THEM???"
"..........maaaaayyyyhapssssssssssss........"
Fireball looked at his boyfriend, then back at the NONBINARY FREAK currently sucking their entire fist into their mouth.
"...Should we call an ambulance-?" The BRIT asked ew I hate British "people"
"I spent all my MONEY on those EDIBLES"
"Why would money matter-"
"WE'RE IN AMERICA"
Meanwhile, in the currently fucked up place of Glitchy's mind...
Dolphins.
A LOT of dolphins.
And they're all singing Rock Lobster.
"hey fireboy where's your watergirl"
"...What-"
"oh wait. you gay. hey fireboy wheres your water...boy.... *comically loud gulp*"
...
Fireball and Pound looked at each other again.
"Okay, I'm getting... somebody, I dunno who yet, but it's better than leaving them alone with their... current situation." Pound(s ur mum) said, getting up from his faggoty boyfriends bed and power walking to... literally anywhere.
"WAIT! POUND! DON'T LEAVE ME HERE! POUNDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Fireball shouted down the hallway, but the coin was too far to hear him.
"you smell like. like a... like a fish."
"...Isn't that the last thing I'd smell like...?"
"lavafish."
"I'm losing it please shut up"
"have you ever considered uh well have you considered the uh did you know that 1981 was... it was.... did you ever consider. uh. shaving your beard."
"I've never had a beard???"
"beard keg"
After walking for around 5 minutes, Pound ran into Mirror and Yearbook making out trust me this actually happened I was both Yearbooks old and new camera.
"Uh, excuse me ladies? I- kinda need some help right now?"
Mirror shrieked, causing Yearbook to fall over, knocking over a nearby radio that was playing KSI's hit song Thick Of It. The radio broke thankfully.
"OH- Oh it's just you! Phew! Uh, yeah what did you need?" Mirror asked, helping Yearbook back up.
"What's that- whatever. Listen, uh, Fireball had like, a huge, HUGE stash of weed edibles, and uhhh... Glitchy ate them all."
...
"Like, 3 bags? 5?"
"Add like 60 to that and you'd be close."
"...AND THEY'RE ALIVE?"
"Glitchy-"
"how it work? like you take zero. and subtract itself. thats like. negative zero dawg."
"Glitchy I don't give a fuck please shut up."
"do you have games"
"Will they get you to shut up?"
"prolly nawh. hey look, itch.io"
Glitchy had opened up and somehow unlocked Fireballs PC, immediately going to the One Night At Williams itch page (idk if its public yet its totally a good game made by my best friend you should totally play it) and installing each version.
"What the fuck kinda game even is that?"
Suddenly, Pound burst through the door with the two winners who love winning.
"Are they still-" Mirror started.
"oh hey meror"
"...Conscious enough?" Yearbook finished.
"waw yall prolly finish each others sandwiches"
"Listen, do either of you know anyone who can help? Like, oh I dunno, RIGHT NOW?" Pound yelled, extremely anxious because. THC can kill a person. Even if its not that likely. I just looked that up and I'm so sad I'm not rewriting any of this.
"Are you sure they didn't take like, pure femtanyl?"
"...You mean fentanyl, Mirror?"
"That's what I said, what'd I say?"
"...Nevermind."
"why is everyone here gay we got the scissor sisters the tip twins and whatever i am"
"I hope they die."
"FIREBALL!" Everyone shouts.
"yeah fireballs whats with that"
"You're gonna make me hang myself."
...
Glitchy vomits up 54 of the 68 bags.
"EW! GET IT AWAY FROM ME AND MY FLOWER!!!!"
"YOU ATE THE BAGS????"
"i miss my wife pound. i miss her a lot. ill be back."
Glitchy starts crawling towards the door, then falls limp.
"...are they-"
"OH MY GOD THEY'RE DEAD"
"*cough cough* not yet... tell my mother... tw food pups gotta eat..."
Glitchy closes their eyes and fucking dies.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THEY WERE WOKE IN THEIR LAST WORDSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS"
hatsune miku bursts through the wall
"hey guys its me hatsune miku"
"HATSUNE MIKU???"
she pulls out a shotgun and says that tucker looks funny then shoots everyone and brings glitchy back to life
...
"Wh- what happened here?"
"its me hatsune miku"
"omg im like your biggest fan can you autograph this weed gummy bag i threw up wait I ATE 68 WEED GUMMY BAGS"
glitchy proceeds to vomit up the rest of the bags which was like 14 i think idk im on christmas break
"segaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"