i come back with a bang with my writing, time for an all server one-shot (which will probably be the death of me but that's fine- )

(also for some context: they're in like a normal house (cuz i need a living room and kitchen for this lmao), everyone's in pajamas/casual clothes, Etho's an artic fox hybrid cuz pretty lad, and shapeshifter xB's here cuz why not)

(also also, please excuse any grammar/spelling errors cuz lmao what's proof reading we die like men)

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"I have a feeling as though this won't go down well," Joe commented, gazing around at the already amassing chaos.

Xisuma shrugged, resting his arms on the back of the couch and looking over Joe's head. "Probably not, but it'll be nice for everyone to hang out together."

"REN I FOUND THE BLANKETS!" Grian came sliding down the railing in his onesie and tumbled off the end, spluttering as he was tangled up in his spotted blanket.

"Grian! Be careful!" Ren exclaimed, rushing over and helping him up. "Just because you're in a um... animal onesie? Doesn't mean you can fall down the stairs!"

"How dare you!" Grian retorted, pouting and fumbling to drape the blanket over his shoulders. "I'm a sugar glider! Look, I have wingy things!" He spread his arms to show the fabric gliders hanging underneath. "What're you anyways? A uh, spottyyy... red and white... some... thing...?"

Ren rolled his eyes at Grian's attempt to mock him, smirking. "Close enough," he replied, turning away and heading towards the kitchen.

"NO REN DON'T LEAVE MEEE!" Grian wailed, running away him.

"Isn't he a mooshroom?" Tango muttered to Stress, taking a sip from his coffee. "I know it's probably for Pamela or something, but doesn't that mean he'd be like, wearing the mooshroom's skin or something?"

"Says the man wearing a flannel to a pajama party," Stress shot back, smiling behind her cup of tea. "Me and Ren at last have the decency to wear onesies." She pulled the hood of her rainbow unicorn onesie on just for emphasis.

Tango shrugged. "You don't have to wear pajamas. Plus I don't think the world's ready to see my beautiful abs."

"He's lying, he doesn't have any abs."

"Hey!" Tango glared at Impulse as he walked past, smirking as he sipped his hot cocoa obnoxiously loud. "You're one to talk stick boy," he retorted, sticking out his tongue.

"So are you ya noodle." Impulse stuck his tongue out back at him with a grin.

"Neither of you can even pick me up!" Zed called from the couch, already ready curled up in the corner of the couch with a blanket. "And I'm like, the second lightest on the server!"

Tango grinned, showing his fangs, and set down his cup. "You're gonna regret saying that Zed!"

Zed's eyes widened and he instantly shot up from his blanket bundle, stumbling over to couch to dash away from Tango who darted for him. "TANGO NO YOU'RE GONNA KILL US BOTH!"

"LEAST YOU'RE COMING DOWN WITH ME!"

Stress giggled, accidentally laughing into her tea and splashing some on her nose, and glanced over at Impulse, who was just watching the two with an amused smile. "You're not gonna join 'em?"

Impulse shook his head. "I'd rather not die at a pajama party."

A crash was heard in the dining room and False looked over to see a blonde tangled under a lemur, both of them having nearly missed hitting a row of chairs.

She sighed and walked over to the two, staring down at them with a look of motherly disappointment. "What happened this time?"

"Zed said I couldn't carry him!" Tango whined, shoving Zed away from him.

"And you can't!" Zed shot back, light kicking at him. "I told you!"

False sighed again and bent down, easily picking up Tango bridal-style. Tango yelped, instinctively clinging to her as not to fall. She walked over to the couch and dumped him onto it.

"HAH! False is stronger than you!" Zed yelled, still lying on his back on the floor. Two arms suddenly wrapped under him and he was lifted up into someone's arms. He looked up to see Cleo in a tank top and sweatpants smirking down at him. "Shortie," she teased, tilting her head slightly.

Zed huffed and crossed his arms, looking away. "You're just really tall."

"Sureeee."

A pale brown tabby cat suddenly leaped out from under the table, back arched and hissing. A white fox poked its muzzle out from under the table and a white glow swirled around it before transforming back into Etho, who subsequently banged his head on the table immediately.

"Ffffff-rick..." he muttered, rubbing his head and crawling out from under the table. He glanced back at the cat who had calmed down slightly, its fur flattening and green and blue eyes narrowing back to slits. "Sorry kitty, didn't mean to scare ya."

The tabby meowed back and padded up to him, rubbing its head against his arm and purring quietly. Etho smiled and scratched under its chin which made it tilt its head against his hand.

"Aww kitty cat!" Keralis bounded over and quickly bent down to pet the cat's back. "I didn't know you had a kitty cat Etho!"

"I don't," he admitted, chuckling slightly. "It was just wandering around the house and I just assumed it was Xisuma's."

Keralis tilted his head with confused look. "Hey Shashwamy!" he called over his shoulder, nearly falling backwards.

Xisuma looked up from his conversation with Joe. "Yeah?"

"What's your kitty's name?"

Xisuma raised an eyebrow curiously. He quietly excused himself from Joe and walked over to where the two were, crouching down to see the light brown cat pressed against Etho. It stared up at him with wide eyes and winked, lightly pawing at his hand with a white paw.

"Well its certainly adorable," Xisuma commented, petting the cat's head. "But it isn't mine. I think I've seen it once or twice, but that's it."

The cat simply meowed at him and leaped away, slinking off towards the couch and disappearing behind it. As it trotted away, it had to precariously scurry pass some stomping feet as Bdubs tried to wrestle a wine bottle away from Doc.

"You're not getting drunk at a freaking pajama party!" Bdubs hissed, yanking the glass out of Doc's hand and holding it away from him.

"What's a little wine gonna do?" Doc protested, reaching over him to try and grab the bottle. Bdubs quickly tugged it away from him and held it close to his chest, glaring at the creeper hybrid. "Oh come onnnn!" Doc whined. "A party's no fun without some alcohol!"

"A party's no fun if a drunk german breaks the freaking T.V!" Bdubs yelled back, flinching away when Doc tried to reach forward again. "You barely have an alcohol tolerance anyways! One cup and you're wasted!"

"Hey! It's more like five cups!"

"Yeah, but knowing you you'll drink half the bottle!"

Someone suddenly grabbed the bottle from Bdubs and he whipped around, ready to literally tackle someone. "You-!" He quickly softened when he saw Beef though, glare just turning into a wary stare. "O-oh..." he muttered.

Beef glanced curiously at the wine and then back at Bdubs and Doc. "Are you two trying to drink? At a slumber party of all places?"

"NO!" Bdubs exclaimed, bristling with again. "It's Doc! He's trying to get drunk, motherfffffffluffer..!" His voice trailed off and he was biting his lip to try not and swear.

"Doc."

Doc crossed his arms and looked away, refusing to make eye contact with Beef. "You're not getting drunk at a slumber party, alright?" Doc mumbled indignantly, pouting. "Doc. Say it."

"I won't..." he muttered.

"Good." Beef turned and opened the fridge, grabbing out a can of soda. "Now do you want some soda or something? There's also hot chocolate if you want it."

"...hot cocoa I guess..."

"OH COME ON! YOU LISTEN TO BEEF BUT YOU WON'T LISTEN TO ME?!"

"I'M NOT LISTENING TO AN ANGRY MIDGET."

"HOW DARE YOU! I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT I AM THE AVERAGE HEIGHT AND-!"

Beef chuckled as he watched his friends continue to argue and simply moved over to the kitchen to grab Doc's hot cocoa. Cub was over by the oven, nibbling on a cookie, and glanced over at Beef. He waved with a muffled, "hello."

"Hello Cub," Beef replied, chuckling slightly. "Enjoying your cookie?" Cub nodded, taking another bite of his cookie, and offered one to Beef. "I'm good, I was just gonna get cocoa for Doc."

"Thought he'd go for the vodka," Cub mumbled, making Beef laugh.

"He did try to go for the wine," Beef remarked. "But Bdubs managed to uh... well he kinda stopped him. Or at least tried."

"Hey Beef!" Etho called from the dining room. "Can you help me find something?"

"Yeah sure! Er, sorry Cub," Beef added, nodding apologetically at him. "Duty calls."

Cub grinned and waved bye as Beef hurried over to where Etho was crawling out from under the table. He quickly finished the cookie and moved to pour himself some hot cocoa, when he bumped into someone.

"Ah- sorry!" the person apologized, stepping back.

"It's uh, it's okay-" Cub paused when he saw Scar standing in front of him, rubbing his nose. "O-oh, hi Scar..."

Scar glanced up at him and his eyes widened slightly with surprise. "Oh uh, hi Cub..." There was an awkward silence between the to for a seconds that neither really wanted to break, but Cub couldn't help but try and break the ice at least a little.

"How've you been?" he asked, internally cringing from how lame it sounded.

"Good good." Scar reached for a brownie, idly nibbling on the edge of it to keep himself busy. "I managed to blow myself up again," he added, giggling slightly.

Cub rolled his eyes, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "Oh gosh, what'd you do this time? Did you get involved with the Boomers?"

Scar gave a fake offended gasp. "Of course not! I'm not a boomer, you boomer."

"Ok zoomer."

"Hey!" Scar playfully glared at him, fighting back a smile. "Just because I have a beard, doesn't mean I am a boomer, boomer."

"Well that means I'm not either, boomer," Cub retorted, sticking his tongue out.

[insert the rest of the parts because i can't be fucking bothered to write them im so sorry)

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THIS TOOK SO LONG AND I DIDN'T EVEN FINISH IT AAUUGGHHHHHHH

i also fell into a whole 'nother fandom which is also kinda the reason this took 7 years (hence the profile that's lowkey heavily inspired by Technoblade) kinda wanna write a crossover but idk???

also also badboyhalo and technoblade have taken over my life someone help-