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Mortum AKA Y/N Hernandez (He/they)

19 years old and an incoming senior at PSU. They are studying to get a degree in psychology. He is currently doing all of his work online and he is in the UK. 

Ranboo AKA Mark Brown (He/they)

18 years old and known as the King Boober. Ranboo never went to university and is a variety streamer on Twitch. 

Aimsey AKA Aimee (Any Pronouns)

20 years old and a close friend of Y/N and Ranboo. Most famously known for the iconic red beanie they wear.

Billzo AKA Bill Hope (He/him)

18 years old and Bill.

Also in this story:

Tommyinnit, Tubbo_, Wilbursoot, Ph1Lza, Sneegsnag, and many others...

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 Y/N POV

I walked up the steps to the large building in front of me. My heart was pounding in my chest. Using my cane to stabilize myself as I reached the stop of the stairs, taking a deep breath, I walked through the doors. My senses were immediately overtaken by the buzz of conversation. I made my way towards the location I had been told. The organizers told me I would be next to someone named Ranboo. The name sounded familiar but you pushed the thought away as your booth number came into sight.  I sat down after pushing my way through other content creators. Almost immediately an attendant walked over to me. She began to explain the process of a meet and greet, and their process. I nodded along to her words as I looked around. A tall man ,wearing quite frankly one of the worst outfits you had ever seen, caught your attention. He had fluffed out brownish hair under a blue bucket hat. I dragged my eyes down to see the matching blue Hawaiian shirt and the black ripped jeans. Wondering who had let he leave the house like that, I turned my full attention back to the attendant. Her name tag read Gracie, it had a pink heart sticker next to it. Finishing her spiel, she led you behind a curtain. She left, not before asking if I needed anything else. I shook my head and gave a thumbs up. She smiled and went back out into the mess of noise and bright lights. I glanced around, taking in my surroundings. There were a couple chairs and a table covered in water bottles. I made my way over to a separate table where lanyards lay. They had mine and a couple other peoples names. 

As I placed the tag around my neck, the bucket hat guy came through the curtain. I realized that he was wearing a split black and white mask. I shot him a smile that he reciprocated through his eyes. For someone with half his face covered he was quite expressive. He walked over to you and began a conversation as he put on his name tag. 

"Hey, I'm Ranboo" he spoke as he focused his attention on me. Standing next to him I realized just how tall he was. I was a little below his shoulders, which was quite surprising given I wasn't exactly short. "Hello?" he said waving his hand awkwardly in front of my face. I snapped out of my thoughts, realizing that I had just stared in response to his greeting. 

"Oh right, hi. I'm Mortum, at least thats what my tag says" I said sheepishly. He laughed to my surprise. 

"Yeah I've seen some of your streams. You seem cool" he laughed

"Thanks man, I have to admit I don't think I've seen anything of yours" I replied still, trying to figure out why he had worn his outfit.

"I'm a very specific corner of the internet" he said, he gave me a concerned look, "What's up you seem worried?"

"I'm not trying to be rude, but why did you wear that outfit?" I asked trying to keep my voice light. He looked down and then laughed, as if he was remembering an old joke. 

"I told my fans that I was gonna wear an ugly outfit for their pictures. I didn't think I would be next to a pretty streamer" He said, embarrassment tinging his voice. Did he just call me pretty? 

"Pretty?" I asked teasingly. His face flushed red, even with the mask he looked like a deer in headlights. 

"Well, you, it's, I just mean that you know, you're nice looking" He scrambled " Sorry" he added quickly. I burst into laughter at his nervousness. He seemed to relax a little at my laughter. 

"Nah ,its okay dude. You're pretty too" I snorted. At that moment Gracie came back behind the curtain. She motioned towards us, we shot each other a quick look and walked towards her. peeking outside, I could see two long lines of people. Gracie mumbled some words into her headset, before referencing her hands towards the crowds. We both walked out, as cheering erupted. Making our way to our respective areas, I stood in front of the large pink VidCon sign. The fans began to pour into the little area. Everything seemed to be moving so quickly and before I knew it, just as fast as it had started it was over. After taking the last photo, I reclutched my cane and walked through the black curtain. I saw Ranboo talking to a short figure in a black hoodie. He smiled when he saw me and waved me over. I made my way towards him, as the figure turned. It was a short older woman, she was wearing a name tag but it was covered with the strings of the hoodie and the shadow of Ranboo. She spoke with a strong country accent.

"I'm just making sure y'all are situated properly and then I'll be on my way" she told me. 

"I think I'm good right now, thank you" I spoke in response. She gave both of us a curt nod and went through an employee door. Ranboo turned towards me, he seemed a bit nervous.

"Hey, I was wondering if you were free later tonight? There's a party happening and I thought you could come with my friends and I?" he said a little too quickly. 

"Sure, that sounds great dude. Do you want my number so you can text me the details?" I asked

"Yes, right, that would be nice" He said, almost seeming embarrassed at forgetting such a small detail. I gave him a small smile as we exchanged numbers. His nervousness seemed to melt away. 

"Okay, well I've got another panel I have to get to, but I''l see you later?" I asked as I began to move away

"Yeah, yeah I'll text you the stuff" he responded. I gave a curt nod before turning and leaving completely. 

He seems like a cool guy.

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TW: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A BREIF MENTION OF ALCHOL AT THE END. 

Y/N pov

My phone buzzed in the pocket of my pants. I pulled it out and read the notification. 'Hey, this is Ranboo from earlier :)' I smiled at the reminder of our previous interaction. 

'Hey, can you send me the info for the party?' I replied, excited to get to know him better. 

'Sure thing, we can pick you up if you'd like it's at 9' I read his text and wondered whether or not it was safe to give someone I barely knew my address. 

'That sounds okay, my place is ************, its the second house on the street' I texted back, if I was gonna die at least it would be by the hands of a pretty guy. I smiled as I saw the typing bubble pop up. 

'Can't wait :D' He replied, his excitement was contagious. I found my self wondering what to wear and how his friends would perceive me. Glancing at the clock I realized that it was 6:42. Meaning I had sometime to do my research. I pulled my laptop from my suitcase and began with a simple YouTube search. I had no actual idea how to spell his name. but he was popular enough that it corrected my spelling. I quickly followed him and began to watch his more recent videos. Soon I had gone down a rabbit hole of clips and fan edits. Finding myself faced with his twitch page soon enough. I followed and hovered over the sub button. Eventually caving and tier 3 subbing to him. Hopefully he didn't look too closely and get creeped out. After all we had known each other for less than a day. I took another look at the clock, 8:15. My outfit of boxers and a hoodie probably wouldn't suffice for a party. I groaned as I got up. I'm straight up built like an 80 year old man I thought to myself. I began to piece together an outfit, blasting my favorite music. 

Sooner or later a knock at the door interrupted my bop session. I pulled open the door to be greeted by Ranboo and a shorter boy with a mullet. 

"Hey Ranboo and..." My voice trailed off, the boys head perked up realizing I was talking to him. 

"Right sorry, I'm Bill" His British voice rang. I slowly connected the dots and recognized him as Billzo. It then hit me that I didn't actually know anyone at this party. I shot Bill a quick smile before stepping out the door. We walked down the steps together into a gray car. At the front of the seat sat an older looking man with slight stubble, next to him was a lanky blond teen, who I recognized at Tommyinnit. 

"We're all good Sneeg" Said Ranboo as we all entered the car. The man gave us a smile waiting for the doors to close. He began to pull out of the drive way as we buckled. Tommy almost immediately turned and began to talk. 

"So Ranboo's friend, what's your deal?" He asked

"My deal? I was just invited to come along. I've got nothing better to do" I replied a bit confused as to where he was going with this.

"Well Ran man here said you were cool and "really fucking pretty" he said his voice filled with humor

"NO I DIDNT! DON'T LISTEN TO HIM" Ranboo immediately yelled "Shut up Toms" He whispered loudly. Tommy and Bill let out loud laughs.

"I'm just joking man, he didn't say fucking" Tommy laughed. I looked over at Ranboo, who was bright as a tomato. I couldn't help but giggle at his expression. He looked a bit mortified. 

"How much longer till we get there?" He asked sheepishly

"Bout another 10 minutes" Sneeg answered, Ranboo let out a loud groan. Much to the delight of everyone else. The car filled with laughter as me and Tommy continued to talk. Apparently certain someone had been busy ranting to the group about how cool I was. I knew one thing for sure, I was never gonna let Ranboo live this down. 

We eventually reached our destination. All of us began to pile out of the car as soon as Sneeg had parked. I could hear music quietly coming from a large white house. There were a handful cars parked in front of it. We all headed inside and were immediately  greeted by a tall brown haired man. 

"Tommy! You guys made it!" He spoke, his words were a bit slurred but nothing too bad. 

"Hey Wil" Tommy replied cheerily, "Yeah we brought Ran's boyfriend" he added quickly, almost as if he was trying to sneak it in.

"Oh for lords sake he's not my boyfriend" Ranboo groaned, I laughed along with the group.

"Not yet I'm not" I winked at him. He looked almost surprised at my willingness to continue the bit.  We looked at each others eyes for a solid minute before the silence was broken. 

"Ooooooooh" Tommy drawled out, almost sounding like an excited 12 year old. Wil simply shook his head and led him away. Bill and Sneeg had far been gone. My Ranboo stood awkwardly next to each other. Neither wanting to make the first move. 

"So drink?" He asked quietly, I simply nodded as we walked further into the house.

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(A/N: RANBOO IS DRUNK AND HIGH IN THIS CHAPTER SO I WROTE IT IN HIS THINKING! IF YOU GUYS NEED A TRANSLATION TELL ME PLEASE. WITH THAT THERE IS ALSO SOME MEMORY LOSS SO BE WARNED)

Ranboo pov

The two other men in the circle paused their yelling to stare at him. He began to tell off the taller of the pair. Apparently recognizing him and calling him Christian. 

"You know man, you're better than this" He slurred, the drinks and edible starting to hit hard. It was kinda funny. I began to laugh, okay maybe this was really funny. Y/N turned towards me. We both started laughing incredibly hard. This is so stupid, we're sitting here laughing. Not Christian seemed mad. Like mad mad, we probably interupted his fight. whoopsie. He came over and tried to grab Y/N's cane. fuck no. I started to swing but before i coulf he kicked the guy in the balls. HA, deserved. That was really cool. he's so cool. Y/N looks mad. I should go give him a hug. HE HUGGED ME BACK YAY. hes laughing again.  oh hey look it's tommy

"hi tommyyyyyy" i say, he loks a little confused. 

"are you drunk dude seriously?" he asks, i giggle

"Just a litttleee bitttt" i laugh "i also ate one of the plant candies it was good"

"jesus fucking christ man" he grabbed me and Y/N. where is he taking us? the musics too loud the lights are pretty though. Y/N is also pretty omg he's like music!! i should tell him

"youre like music" 'oh thank you" Oh look tommy is giving me water thats nice of him he's such a good friend. im lucky to have him "I love you tommy youre a good friend" "thanks ran drink the water please" haha "okay" this water is really good you know who would like it? Y/N, i hsoulf give him some. "love you want some water?" "i got some thank you htough" oh they have some thats good. my water's gone :(. tommy's gone too oh no. where did he go? "cmon love we gotta go find him" tommy's my friend so i have to find him. maybe he's upstairs? cmon lets go upstairs. ooh a bed im tired i wnna sleep do yu wanna sleepe too, lets take a nap then we csn find him okay? okay good sleepy time :D my eyes feel so heavy ugh im gonna sleep now bey

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Y/N pov

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. This bed is definitely not mine and where the hell did my cane go. I turn next to me to Ranboo sleeping. OH MY GOD DID WE? NO THERE'S NO WAY EW. oh wait I'm asexual, yeah that's a definite no. (Is this sexualizing him?) I glance around hoping to spot my sticker covered cane. A flash of mismatched colours flashed through my vision, bingo. I slowly made my way to it trying my best to stay balanced. As I grabbed it I could hear ruffling behind me. 

"Trying to sneak out?" He asked, his voice gruff with sleep. Oh, OH, oh.

"Nope, just trying to grab my cane" I said, why is my voice shaky, I shouldn't be nervous. Fucking butterflies. He laughed. 

"I'm kidding, you could've just woken me up. I would have grabbed it for you" He said. I shot him a smile. He pulled the blanket off of him. " Here love" He picked my up bridal style. 

"What the actual fuck are you doing Ranboo?" I yelped, trying to squirm my way out of his grasp. He readjusted his grip.

"Mark. My name is Mark and I, my darling, am carrying you down the stairs" He spoke as he opened the door to the room. I rolled my eyes at him. 

"Not that this isn's sweet, but I have a cane for a reason. Now put me down you whore" He finally placed me down as we reached the bottom of the stairs. I could hear faint chatter from the kitchen. Well, faint was a kind way of putting it. Every noise pounded in my skull. The alcohol from yesterday was starting to catch up to me. I started to walk towards the kitchen. 

"Y/N!" Tommy exclaimed. Ow. "Where do you and Ran go?" he asked. Was he always this loud?

"We looked for you and then went to sleep upstairs" I responded making my way past him. Wilbur handed me a warm mug, while giving me a soft smile. I smiled back and took the drink. Ranb- Mark was no where to be found. I thought he had followed me, I guess not.
I continued to chat with Wil, mostly about upcoming stream plans. Mark then barged into the room. His mask now gone. I quickly turned before I could get a good luck.
“Um Ran your mask” I muttered, hoping he could hear me.
“Oh I know, I trust you enough” he said, he sounded a bit scared. I slowly turned to face him. He was handsome.
“Nice face” I told him, he laughed before thanking me.
“Thanks, you too” he smiled, I returned the grin before continuing my conversation with Wil. My head was starting to pound a little less, but i definitely needed something to eat. I had eaten anything proper since lunch yesterday. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, it was dead. Perfect, I glanced up to see if anyone had their phone.
“Does anyone know what time it is?” I asked, Wil and Mark both pulled their phones out.
“9:47” replied Wil cooley.
“Do you guys wanna go get breakfast?” I asked, hoping they would so I didn’t feel embarrassed. I received a chorus of yes from the group. It hit me in that moment that I didn’t know who I had invited. I took a look around the room. Wilbur, Tommy, Mark, Bill, and Aimsey. Okay good it wasn’t anyone new. I haven’t spoken to Aimsey since last year. Our interactions had been limited to instagram likes and twitter replies. I gave them a soft smile. Which they reciprocated. Everyone began to move out of the kitchen.
“Y/n I think I have some clothes you can borrow” yelled Bill from the other room.
“That would be lovely Bill, thank you” I responded, me and him were probably the closest in fashion and build.
As I got dressed I smiled. I felt like an actual adult. I was going to get breakfast with friends on a weekend. Despite the fact that I was 19, it had never felt like I was actually in charge of anything. Vidcon had definitely been a good idea.