-Grammar bad, I know-

!!TW!!Suggestion on Possession!!TW!!

Ranboo, Tubbo, Tommy, Jack, and Phil sat around a table waiting for their food. Ranboo and Jack then left to grab their backpack, since they'd forgotten it. Phil, Tubbo, and Tommy talked while they waited about recent events and things. Since they didn't want to sit there in awkward silence.

"I had the strangest thing happen last night." Phil began, laughing a little to himself. "The lights in my room kept turning on and off for about a minute straight. The thing was nobody else was in the house with me, and no other room was doing that. It was the strangest f***ing thing."

"I had something real strange happen with Ranboo a while ago." Tubbo started but Tommy budded in.

"Really?! Am I the only one with no f***ing weird nights around this place!?"

Phil laughed, Tubbo glaring at Tommy with annoyance.

"Anyways, he was like seeing sh** and wouldn't answer me." Tubbo finished.

"Oh sh**, is he okay mate?" Philza asked, a little worry creeping onto his face.

"Yeah he is now, he wants to do a ghost hunting stream in two days. I don't really think that's a good idea but he's doing it." Tubbo explained, "I don't know if he should be doing that sh**, after all, having all that 'monster' stuff."

Phil nodded and Tommy shook his head, always having to disagree.

"I think ghost hunting is a cool Idea." Tommy said, "If he wants to do it, then let it be his f***ing funeral."

Tubbo glared once again at him, "I'm going to have to do it with him if he does it."

"Well then, it'll be a double funeral!" Tommy smiled. "That's 2x the cake for me!"

Phil was laughing while Tubbo was giving Tommy the death glare. A few minutes later Jack and Ranboo returned and joined the three at the table.

"What happened while we were away?" Jack asked upon seeing Phil and Tommy.

"Supposedly Tubbo and Ranboo are going to be ghost hunting," Phil explained, "And Tubbo is pretty sure he's gonna get killed."

"You're not gonna get killed Tubbo." Ranboo sighed, "You can leave whenever you want, it's my stream."

Tubbo grumbled under his breath and not very long after their food arrived.

=Two days later-Me and The Tree Demon stream=

Ranboo and Tubbo sat in the backyard of Tubbo's house. Ranboo hoped to confront the 'Tree Demon' he'd thought he'd seen in an earlier stream. Tubbo was curled up in a hoodie, not enjoying his time with the spirits, while Ranboo tried to get a response using a phone app he had found. Both sitting around a pentagram named Percy, in the dark

"It's counting down." Ranboo said, looking at Tubbo. "3, 2, 1... It just turned off."

"Okay, nope, I'm out!" Tubbo said and then stood up to leave.

=A little while later=

"Ask it to scratch you." Ranboo read aloud from the chat. "Scratch one of us. Scratch me, that would be awesome!"

Tubbo then punched Ranboo jokingly.

"That was just a punch and that hurt." Ranboo stared at Tubbo, not amused.

"Good for you, I'm not happy with you anyways." Tubbo said into his hoodie.

"Ow, ow... Wow." Ranboo said annoyed.

Tubbo holding up his and smiling in pain, "To be fair, that hurt me more than you because My thumb was on the-with the-with the thumb on the inside my hand so-"

"That must hurt a lot." Ranboo said and looked back at the chat.

"Ow. Yeah, yeah it does." Tubbo said, holding his hand gently.

Ranboo looked back around again and pointed at Tubbo, "Scratch me! Fight me! Punch me perhaps, but not like that."

Tubbo rolled his eyes at Ranboo, and looked at his phone for a second.

"You notice as soon as I asked the demon to harm me, you punched me." Ranboo said and looked over at Tubbo curiously. "You know-"

Ranboo and Tubbo stared at each other, fear and questions creeping into their minds. Ranboo broke the contact, both ignoring what little warning they had gotten.

"I don't want to be possessed." Tubbo whined.

"Call a professional?" Ranboo read from chat, "I am a professional. Right?"

Ranboo looked up at Tubbo for reassurance, as Ranboo had no clue what he was doing.

Tubbo just curled up in his hoodie for warmth, "I need holy water."

"Umm" Ranboo looked at him like, 'How am I supposed to get that?', "What do you want me to do?"

Tubbo still curled up in the hoodie looked back up at Ranboo, "Boil the h*ll out of some water."

Ranboo looked back down at chat, "Lag?"

Tubbo, ignoring the stream, was still frightened by the fact he might be possessed.

"I don't want to be a demon."

"Ah, well kinda too late- I mean for me at least." Ranboo said and turned his head thoughtfully. "How do you think I became such a popular content creator, in so little time?"

"Bu-But I don't want to be a demon." Tubbo whined, yawning sleepily looking at Ranboo. "You're an industry plant."

Ranboo frowned, " Honestly, I'd rather be a demon than an industry plant."

"You're an industry plant." Tubbo giggled, forgetting his worries for a moment.

"I am not an industry plant! That is not true." Ranboo said as if he was a teacher correcting a student.

"How about we play a song to the demon?" Tubbo asked.

"Yeah, let's play a song to the demon!" Ranboo agreed, changing the subject.

"Ummm. O-o-Okay! Does the demon like 'Airplane mode?'" Tubbo asked quickly, playing his song and jamming for a moment.

"Okay, okay! Now you got yours, let me play a song for the demon." Ranboo said, ruining Tubbo's jam.

Ranboo played his 'song', which was really just white noise. The two just sat silent for a second or two.

"Let the beat drop!" Tubbo said suddenly and then started jamming to Ranboo's white noise.

Ranboo stopped his 'song', looking at Tubbo, "So why did you suddenly enjoy this? When-When I start playing the music meant for the demon?"

"Stop! Sto-o-op! I was just joking-" Tubbo stuttered.

"The evidence is just piling up, ladies and gentleman! Tubbo is possessed! I think." Ranboo exclaimed.

"No! I was just joking! I was just joking." Tubbo giggled and whined at the same time. "Leave me alone."

"The evidence is piling up, quite a bit actually. Quite a good amount." Ranboo went on.

"I'm not possessed! Stop saying I'm possessed!" Tubbo grumbled.

"Then how come you're doing the things that the demon- I'm asking the demon to do."

"I literally just did a Tiktok dance." Tubbo argued, "Like I've not done that before."

"Yeah, cause I said the demon would like the music." Ranboo argued back.

"Would the demon have hit the 'Woah' or the weird Q and A thing?" Tubbo questioned, trying to prove he wasn't possessed.

"Who do you think made those things; the demons on Tiktok." Ranboo shot back.

"What?" Tubbo said, looking at Ranboo disbelievingly.

"Yeah, Tiktok is run by demons." Ranboo said, holding his side.

"I'm not possessed, dude. They're all saying I'm possessed." Tubbo said, looking down at chat. "I'm not possessed..."

Ranboo trying to comfort Tubbo for a change, mumbled, "Out of either of us, I would be the one who's possessed, honestly."

=After the stream=

"Do you really think I'm possessed?" Tubbo asked, looking up from his phone.

"Maybe, for all I know, we could both be possessed." Ranboo shrugged.

"You really don't make me feel any better." Tubbo frowned and looked back down at his phone.

Tubbo smiled, the hoodie he was wearing and his hair hiding his face. Tubbo did feel weird after the countdown thing like spiders were crawling on him or something had touched him. Could that feeling have been something... Something dark?