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rexc0re · 2 years ago

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I second guess the game I play, Did I make a mistake?

Summary: Rgbtrio but brothers!!! It’s November 4th. Ranboos birthday, and his exploring loving brothers Sneeg and Charlie have taken them to explore an abandoned mall. Sadly, our hero and his brothers don’t exactly get their happy ending.

A/N: There are so many goddamn words in this and i don’t know if they make sense my bad. Also do not expect grammatically correct writing. anyways reblogs and notes are appreciated!!! :3 ((please let me know if there are any warnings i should add))

Warnings: Angst, GORE ANALYSIS/descriptions of an injury that includes: blood, teeth, brain injury?, choking, and extreme heat?

“Anddd you’re sure this is perfectly legal.” “Nope! Absolutely not. This is perfectly illegal.” Ranboo sighed as Sneeg continued to press his hands against the locked door. “I think it’ll be fun! Maybe we’ll find a spooky demon oooo” Charlie, the middle child who is always enthusiastic, said whilst wiggling his eyebrows at his younger brother. Ranboo rolled his eyes and called out, “Do you got that door open yet?? It’s cold man and I wanna get home for cake.” A loud crash was heard and Charlie and Ranboo turned to see Sneeg holding a brick infront of the crushed door.

“Did you just…” “Don’t question my ways Ran. You gotta live a little you’re 19 now time is gonna start wasting you if you keep wasting it.” “Yeah yeah well if we set off an alarm and the police come or something im going to place the blame on both of you.” A loud and dramatic gasp came from Charlie beside him. “You’d never!!! You’ve got too much love in your big heart to leave behind your dear older brothers.” “Mhm mhm sure, c’mon let’s go explore your big mall.”

The mall was large, cold, and empty. Not the exciting abandoned mall Ranboo was expecting. “This is what you two dragged me here for?? There’s like…nothing here.” “Calm your horses Ran we’re not even past this main hall.” Sneeg replied, a little further up ahead than Charlie and Ranboo.

As they walked Ranboo couldn’t help but notice the random things that seemed…out of place. You’d think an abandoned mall littered with boxes and random fake looking prop toys would seem normal. But it didn’t.

“This place is really off, do either of you notice that?” “You’re paranoid Ran, you’re goody-two-shoes mentality is making you feel that way.” Charlie said with a smirk.

Walking deeper and deeper into the mall past various empty stores with names that seemed quite odd, Ranboo couldn’t help but notice the emptiness of the whole place. No left over advertisements, no painted walls, no colors. Just white. And various grays. Besides the food court. The food court was pretty cool.

“Well would you look at that, that sign says your name Charlie!” “Did you bring us here on RANBOOS birthday to show him a sign of MY name?? Wow Sneeg so disrespectful.” Charlie replied whilst holding Ranboo like he was comforting them. “No you dick head and you know that. We came here last week.” Charlie shrugged with a smirk and continued to walk.

“So…is there something specific you want to show me or are we just here to walk around?” Neither Charlie of Sneeg replied and all Ranboo could do was glare at them. Opening his mouth to speak again, the sentence he was about to say died in his mouth as he saw what was behind Charlie and Sneeg.

“Ohhh my god?” Brushing past them Ranboo walked towards the railing, his face in awe. There was a large, and looming sign in the middle of the mall. Ranboo recognized it from seeing it plastered on the walls. The logo. The logo that was spray painted on walls in sloppy red paint. The logo that was left on every window of every store.

They hadn’t pointed it out but he’d noticed it from the moment they stepped into mall. It was odd. Something about it lured him in, like it was controlling him or something.

“Soooo….pretty cool right? Me and Sneeg thought you’d like it since you’ve always liked the strange and unusual.” “C’mon Charlie look at him clearly he likes it.” Sneeg and Charlie watched their younger brother gaze around the mall with big dopey smiles on their faces.

“You know, I think you two really out did yourselves this year-“ Ranboo was cut off by a large crash followed by a low and…mechanical? roar. The three stared at each other in a sort of shock. Charlie was the first to break their silence, turning to Sneeg with an awkward chuckle “So uh. What the fuck was that Sneeg. We didn’t find anything that sounded or even looked like a fucking robot monster!!!”

“No need to yell in my ear Charlie. Relax relax it’s probably…just some other people who broke in.” “Okay cool. Sure yea okay. Can we go now though.” “Rans right let’s leave Sneeg cmon let’s go.” Charlie sped walked past the two, his head swiveling side to side. “Well he’s freaked huh? Cmon Ran let’s go.”

Ranboo took one last long glance at the large poster. Something about it told him that there wasn’t someone else who broke in and maybe there really was a monster out to get them. But nevermind that, this is just a mall. An empty, sad, mall. It can’t hurt him, or his brothers. They’re leaving.

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“What do you think audience? Should we let him live in these shows for an eternity? Or end this one with a BANG!”

A bang…what did a ‘bang’ mean. He was tied to a wall. No way out. The horrors of the past two days still not over it seems. They were right there…at the exit. What happened? How did he get here at all in the first place. What is this place. Who brought him to this mall. They needed to get out. Now. And figure it out. Figure out who he was. Where he belonged. Because it certainly isn’t here.

“Please just let me go. I don’t wanna continue. So what happened to those people what…happened..”

“Do you remember, Ranboo?”

Oh.

He did remember.

Every last bit of it.

Everyone who he had met these past three days. He knew them. He knew those people. They were real and nice people. The only other people he had in this hell hole. Niki, Ethan, Austin, Vinny…oh.

Sneeg and Charlie.

The two he had known the longest. Charlie was the first person he met. Ranboo always had a feeling there was something special about Charlie. Sneeg too. But he never quite placed it. Until now.

It was all flooding back. Everything about his brothers. Sneeg and Charlie. His brothers. The people he grew up with. The memory of them smiling at him when they first entered the mall. They were so happy for him. It was his birthday, he was 19. They each still had so much left to live for. So much life they were supposed to experience together.

Those two meant so much to him, they practically raised him. Sneeg the eldest who was a pretty bad influence. Dragging his brothers to random old buildings he found, prank wars, and was a lil bit of a tease. And then Charlie. The balance between Sneegs chaotic and Ranboos more ‘stay-in-line’ personalities. The less of a bad influence. Charlie often endulged with Sneeg. But sometimes he took Ranboos side. He was the middle ground between his two brothers.

Oh…they truly meant the world to him. The sorrow and immediate shame came rushing towards Ranboo. His brothers were right there by his side the whole time. And he didn’t know. He did nothing to stop what happened to them.

They died.

Charlie was gone.

He saw it happen. And did nothing.

He wanted to hope Sneeg was alright.

But deep down in his heart he knew Sneeg was gone too.

The only family he ever had. They were gone. He saw it happen. And did nothing to stop it.

“…Someone will find you. Someone will get you for this.”

“Any last words Ranboo to swing the audience one way or another?”

“LET ME DIE. PLEASE. JUST LET ME DIE. I DONT WANNA KEEP DOING THIS. I DONT WANNA KEEP…DOING THIS. JUST LET ME DIE. PLEASE.”

“Just let me go…I can’t live with this. I saw, everything. I saw everything. Please let me go. Let me die.”

“Well it seems the audience has made their decision. The audience has voted for you to DIE!”

Ranboos breathe hitched. Die? He was going to die.

Thank god.

The box closed.

Heat.

All he could feel was heat. God it felt like he was roasting alive. He was choking on his own blood. His teeth felt like they weren’t there. Their vision was gone. Their body shaking uncontrollably. So. So. So. Much blood. They couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t do anything but accept it.

I’m bleeding out.

It’s almost over.

The shock was too much. He passed out. The pain was terrible. The absolutely most excruciating thing he’s ever felt. But it was almost over. In his last moments of brain activity, all Ranboo could think about was Sneeg and Charlie.

Charlie died thinking he got out.

Sneeg probably didn’t know either Charlie or Ranboos fates as they didn’t know his.

In their last moments, they were separated. The three brothers who were always around each other.

A trio, in life.

But not in death.

The last coherent thought Ranboo had amongst all the pain he felt physically and mentally, was sorrowful. Simple. But, an apology.

I’m sorry I couldn’t get us out. I didn’t mean to leave you behind.

#generation loss #generation loss fanart #ranboo #ranboolive #slimecicle #sneegsnag #rgb trio #leia writes #writing

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yourlocalmoon · 10 months ago

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ranboo fae cg headcannons:)

Fae!Ranboo Caregiver Hcs

Warnings: None!

Notes: AHH MY FIRST REQUEST :DD And this person is very lovely~ so not alot of little gear in this fic, this time on purpose, but still hope it's enjoyable~ Thank you for your request!! I didn't have too many ideas for Ranboo ^^" Plus my tumblr is being so wonky >:( But I hope you enjoy this my lovely requester!~

- When travelers come by, the village makes sure to give them one rule. Do not enter the forest. They try their best to make a clear path so they don't get lost, The fae live in the forest don't you know? Creatures who will trick you. With pretty eyes and smooth skin followed with tempting words, So tempting you'll ignore the fluttering wings behind them..

- Ranboo knows the village people know this, so to sense someone in his forest confused him to say the least. Even more when he sees how.. Well.. Small you are. He feels a strange urge to pick you up, his mind pulling at him about it. Is it your height that makes you seem so small to him? He thinks there's something more..

- When you come close to his mushroom ring, he appears gently. Sitting on the ground with fluttering wings, and wow are mortals always this small??? "Are you okay? You seem lost.. Do you need help traveler?"

- He may be.. Well, more nervous when it comes to this stuff but he has a job to do. He tries to trick you into giving your name up and when you manage to avoid getting tricked by him, he watches you leave.. And wonders how old you are.

- Then you come back, Ranboo's surprised but hey- it's very lonely in the forest and other faes are only so interesting, but you are something new. Something interesting.. So anyway, you two, similar to my Fae!Wilbur hcs, are bound to start growing close once you keep coming back!!

- Now, Ranboo doesn't mean to baby you. But you are oh so small and he can't help but ask questions. "Have you always been this small?", "You are so tiny- Wait, can I see your hand?" So if you end up slipping because of the comments, then congrats! You now have your very own fae caregiver!!

- Fae!Ranboo as a caregiver is anxious, he's very overprotective and always, always carries bandaids with him. And yes they are Disney princess themed. But after a bit of him taking care of you, he'll start to relax but he still carries the bandaids with him!! Just incase.

- Ranboo actually makes his own nail polish out of berries and some other ingredients!!! (fae magic probably) so he's only too happy to let you paint his nails, or paint in general!! If you wanna get crafty, he will make you some paints and let you paint on pieces of wood.. Although he does triple check to make sure the wood is splinter proof, woo fae magic!!

- Ranboo loves to cradle you, sometimes he'll sneak up behind you and just pick you up, spinning you all around as he laughs. He loves to tease you, especially if you giggle with him. "Hmmm??? Why are you giggling- Okay. Well if you're gonna giggle, then you need to know about another fae custom.. Once fae hear an adorable baby laugh then the tickle monster comes out! What do you mean I'm lying? Fae can't lie silly~ so It's true-"

- Fae naturally attract animals, but Ranboo naturally attracts cats. So sometimes when you two are playing a cat will sneak up, rubbing themself against Ranboo and you.. There's one particular cat Ranboo named 'Garfield', that tends to supervise you if Ranboo has to look away to grab more berries. He's basically Ranboo's spy-

- The cats adore you. The cats especially adore when you are smaller because they love to lay on your lap and purr while you and Ranboo are cuddling, the purring is very calming and they lick you very gently- Also if you ever cry when your smaller, The cats will come running and will lick you to try and soothe you.

- Ranboo tends to call you his 'flower', or 'honey'. "Ah, What did you find flower?.. Ohh it's a very adorable ladybug!" "Honeyy~ Its sleepy time~ Are you running- honey we can't- stop giggling! Alright fine. Then the big mean papa is gonna come get you~"

- While Ranboo doesn't have a very good memory, he does remember everything you tell him. About your stuffies, about your favorite color, your favorite food- Its actually weirdly incredible how he remembers all of it. It's written all in his book, or your book. He made you a book that is customized for you !! You get to color in it, put fun facts in it.. It also has the more basic things, some rules and things!

- Ranboo loves to make silly voices for stuff animals, and he will randomly make the most dramatic stories for them?? Which also means he'll do finger puppets for you. "How dare you Garfield! You ate the lasagna.. When you said Mickey ate it!.. I am betrayed. Devastated.." "that's so strange, because while I ate the lasagna.. I know you ate the brownies!" *insert gasp*

- Ranboo is definitely more of a dad caregiver, which means he happily accepts all titles. Daddy, Dada, Bubba, Papa, Boo. He's happy with all of them and his smile gets brighter when ever you refer to him with your title of choice!!

- Ranboo tries to be educational, I mean small brains need to learn right? But sometimes you look so adorable and he doesn't have the heart to tell you if you get something wrong. "Mhmm, and what color is this?.." if it's blue and you say it's purple, Ranboo will simply nod and agree with you. "G-Good job honey!-"

- Nap time is definitely his favorite time though, he loves to cuddle. He especially loves being able to wrap his arms around you as you two look at the sky, he will rub your hands in a gentle massage as he hums. He isn't much of a singer, but if you want a bedtime story- he can definitely do that. "Hm? A story? Sure, let's see.."

"There once was a papa kitty and a baby kitty, the papa kitty loved the baby kitty very much.."

#age regression #dsmp #dsmp × reader #dream smp × reader #Ranboo × reader #dsmp agere #dream smp agere #agere caregiver #sfw agere #caregiver!ranboo #Cg!ranboo

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felidaefighter · 2 years ago

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Beeduo Family Fluff

An excerpt from Second Chances Apply To Everyone, that I wanted to post on its own-- because I’m so happy with it and it’s enjoyable even without context.

“Tubbo~!” Ranboo called in a playful, sing-song voice, despite his nerves. “Tubbo, where are you, I know you’re in here somewhere.” He paused, waiting for the inevitable. Sure enough, there was the faint sound of Michael’s giggling, quickly followed by a similarly faint “No I’m not! Go away! I’m busy!” Ranboo rolled his eyes with a huff, and followed the sound to Michael’s room. Empty. Or so it seemed. Hmmmmmmmm. “Hmmm,” Ranboo said out loud. “Nobody’s here. That’s strange.” He paced around the room, “looking” for them, muttering things like “hmm not under here” after picking up a solitary stuffed animal on the ground that they definitely could not hide under, deliberately keeping his head high and non-angled so he didn’t accidentally see them. In reality, he could hear both Michael and Tubbo, trying to stifle their giggles, with the occasional whispered “Shhh, he’ll never find us under here, he’ll never find us under here” from Tubbo to Michael.

“Well!” Ranboo declared, once he had “searched” the “entirety” of the room. “My husband and son aren’t anywhere. I guess they really are gone. Hopefully nobody kidnapped them. I mean, I definitely can’t eat all these candied golden carrots on my own.” Ranboo paused again, full grin on his face. “He’s lying,” Came Tubbo’s whispered voice, “He’s a big fat liar. He absolutely could eat all of them.” There was a quiet sort of sniffle-snort from Michael, who then whispered “But he wants to share!” A moment of silence passed, and Ranboo started tapping his foot in a dramatic “thinking” pose. He figured Tubbo had shaken his head “no” in that time-- “It’s totally a trap,” he heard Tubbo explain.

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to go to Uncle Tommy’s house on my own-- I know how much he loves candied golden carrots anyway. I bet he can help me eat all of them.” From under the bed came a noise of hooves scrambling against carpeted floor, and Michael shot out from underneath it. “Wait I’m here I’m here! You’re goin to Uncle Tommy’s? I want some golden carrots!” Ranboo grinned down at Michael. “Michael! You’re here! Hello! Want to go to Uncle Tommy’s with me?” Ranboo bent over at the waist-- he was very bendy-- and tilted his head to look at Tubbo, who was also stowed away under the bed. “Hello, Tubbo,” Ranboo crooned, and Tubbo just pouted at him. “You’re a ba-- a big meanie,” He said grumpily as he wormed his way out from under the bed. Ranboo just laughed at him, knowing full well what he wanted to say but couldn’t due to Michael being in range, and when Tubbo extended his arms, Ranboo slid him out until he was just laying face-down on the carpet.

Tubbo stood up and brushed himself off on his own, and Ranboo handed Michael a candied golden carrot with a sly grin, which Michael looked at it with wide, awe-struck eyes. “Since when are we going to Tommy’s house? I don’t remember planning anything with him today,” Tubbo asked with a slight frown, confused. “I figured we could surprise him,” Ranboo explained. “You’re suspicious,” Said Tubbo with narrowed eyes, and. Well. That was true, wasn’t it? But Tubbo wouldn’t not play along anyway. “Since when do you not want an excuse to visit Tommy?” Ranboo countered smugly, certain that Tubbo could sense that he was up to something anyway. But it didn’t really matter, did it. Because Tubbo would go with him. “Please can we go visit Uncle Tommy now? You said you were goin!” Michael asked, tugging on Tubbo’s pantleg gently. Tubbo groaned. “It’s such a long walk,” He whined, but ultimately conceded.

#beeduo #beeduo fluff #r!beeduo #michael beloved #michael underscore beloved #long post #they write #family bee

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brick-a-doodle-do · 2 years ago

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I have another fake fic title for you (if you’re still doing them!!)

—I’m too afraid to say bye to you

Do with it what you will!!

hghhhh i'm never NOT really doin' them, it goes in spurts. but what i find funny is you and becky have both sent in fake fic titles "late" since i'm putting more out there. but i'm clearing out the ones from two, three months ago FVDFSJV

but ANYWAY thank you!! maybe when i finish clearing them out i'll rb again. fake fics are always a treat to have on-hand when i'm bored :]

i'm too afraid to say bye to you

george and xd's relationship had always been something special, even if it had costed george his conscious in his own reality.

on a particularly rare request, george woke up in a bed on the smp. it had been months, maybe even years since he'd been back there, and when he stepped outside he saw how time had ruined their world. what still stood of the origins barely looked familiar any more. the community house was overgrown with weeds and the flowers around the lake had been wilted.

unsatisfied, george wanted to go back. he doesn't listen to the sounds of a distant and rather jarring alarm as he drifts back to sleep.

awaking back into xd's realm, though still troubled with wanderlust, he asks to be taken to a place something reminiscent of the early days of their world.

and when he does, he's startled to find he's woken up in something....well, he doesn't know where he is. it's dimly lit, something that looks like a candle in the very corner fading in and out of power. but, it doesn't exactly look real.

after some exploring, george finds an opening in the space and steps out into a living room. but, decidedly, it's not right. it's towering above him.

he's about to return to xd's realm before he finds something strangely familiar. to dots and a lanky smile. on a shirt. dream?

it's been a few hours. george went back to the walls to see if anything else in there belonged to dream.

after a while, he gave up and left. he travels across the home (?) and finds a kitchen, but stops dead in his tracks when he hears something. something loud, which startles him into hiding into the shadows of an overhanging kitchen counter.

as something comes into view, two socked feet shaking the ground he stands on just inches away, he directs his eyes up and catches sight of none other than dream. though, his scars are gone and he looks younger. he looks healthy. pale, but healthy.

over the course of the next few hours, george has kept sleep away and adjusted to this interesting reality. he finds that he can go an entirely other direction in the walls, which has him find the top of the counter, where an obscured ladder hidden behind a....something scales into the cabinets where he begrudgingly grabs a snack to soothe his hunger. or, maybe that's nerve churning in his gut.

days had passed. george has adapted to the reality, and has put off sleep. he's always been able to.

he watches dream, a lot. he forgets to do other things, he'll often sit on a bookshelf and watch the man for hours, taking in how happy he looks. well, he doesn't look tip-top condition, but he looks worlds better than he did in the smp.

he gets a little jealous, truth be told. he can hear dream yell sapnap's name, or tommy's, bad's, sam's, ranboo's, everyone's name but his. he got a little jealous. he questions how xd considered this to be up to his request. but, he persisted, because he knew he'd never get this version of dream back

sapnap moved in. he hadn't been expecting it, but when he did, it was absolutely startling. probably because the way he learned it was when sapnap opened a cabinet that just so happened to be the cabinet he was in, they saw each other.

now george couldn't be secret anymore.

but, it was nice to see sapnap.

sapnap didn't think the same- actually, he had no idea who george was. and when dream came, he didn't recognize george nor remember their past either.

but that didn't matter, the three of them blossomed a nice trio, and before long he was being introduced to dream's apparent supporters, all...millions of them.

he helped dream with a game called "minecraft", and helped with recording. he got his own camera, too.

things started to feel like then, the three of them and even dozens of them laughing together as they build and explore.

george realizes how xd found this a suitable fit.

george hadn't slept in days, and though it works for a while, it gets to him. he sets his intention very simple: he doesn't want to return.

but, somehow he always does.

and he see's xd, who draws up small talk before sending him back.

back to a reality where dream, the real dream, is shaking him awake, wearing a bright orange uniform. now, the prison bell is louder than ever.

had two ideas for this, morphed 'em :D

sorry this is so long lmfaooo

#brickquiries #brickfic titles #sloth brickling #sloth my beloved \o/#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #dsmp g/t #dsmp gt #g/t #gt #t!george #g!dream #g!sapnap #i LOVE george experiencing other realities via xd so much you have NO idea. “good morning george” or wtv it was called literally had me #in a chokehold

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michygranger23 · 1 year ago

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Hello there!! I bring to you some backstory about Goblin!Dream and Lizard!Ranboo since I think it's important to know well what happened to them to understand why they are like that in the present time hehe. ANYWAYS INTO THE RAMBLE!!

"Backstory of Goblin!Dream and Lizard!Ranboo"

Tubbo, Tommy and Ranboo met when they were kids, and were good friends until high-school. Ranboo became a part-time intern in the Alchemax laboratories working for Dream, a scientist who was researching about the medical properties of snake venom to cure different illnesses and types of cancer. They became an intern because they were interested in the research and wanted to help.

It was Ranboo who helped convince Dream to let their school have the tour of the facility in which Tubbo was bitten by the spider. Tubbo got a little jealous that Ranboo got the internship, but that quickly faded and he was happy one of his best friends was being successful.

Dream was a good scientist, his previous researches with snake venom helped a lot of people with their diseases, but he still wanted to get rid of the disease completely, to make the people feel healthier, stronger, quicker and smarter than they ever were, not just being bearable to live with. So he worked harder to achieve it. He was always an ambitious person, always risking everything in line to achieve and get what he wanted (sometimes not seeing the risks and consequences of his actions, or getting very obssessive of the things he wanted, getting himself or others in trouble for it)

Because of some not so good results he was getting, he was being threaten to be fired because of his lots of failures that was costing the company a lot of money to fund his works (he never did ilegal experiments btw, but every try he was doing was not working). He was getting desperate, he needed to get the cure to work or else his live's work would be for nothing. So he decided to be the test-subject this time (he wasn't extremly sick but because of him over-working himself he was getting rather weak, and he didn't have time to find a human subject, he wouldn't risk the live of another for his work, if he died, it was his own fault). He performed this secretly as to not let anyone see if he failed and fire him in the spot.

At first it did worked, he felt much better and more healthy than he was even before over-working himself, but then things started to go south.

A couple of days later he started to feel his skin itchy and with pain, he noticed some white scales coming out of his skin (he kept his body completely covered after this to not let other people see it). He then started to feel his snails going itchy as well, growing longer and faster than usual, they were feeling rather harder and sharper as well (when he tried to cut them, the nail clipper broke. He started to wear more frequently the medical gloves to hide them). This changes were starting to scare him, so he tried to work in improving the cure to reverse this changes.

Ranboo always asked him if he was feeling alright when they saw him acting strange or weird, Dream always said that everything was fine (but he didn't get to pay attention as how his own intern was planning to help him, and the way they found his investigation and formula in his desk when he missed to save it on day, because he didn't want to worry them and he needed to work in a solution for his....condition). Ranboo had been working with him for like almost 6 months by now (this time was before Spider-Man had appeared)

Later at 3 weeks he started to feel strange his teeth, he looked in the mirror and saw how they were getting larger, sharper, more white than usual, specially his canines, they were looking like...snake fangs. He realized he was turning into a type of snake hybrid, and feared what would happen with his mind if he didn't stopped this. Alongside the fangs he started to notice a few days later that his eyes could see very well in the dark (well.. technically see the heat of things, like a thermo vision) and when he looked at his eyes he noticed they look a lot like a snake, with the pupils being slit and more greener in the pupil color.

Soon enough as the time where Spider-Man appeared and started to get the attention of the news it's when Dream's mind started to become corrupted by the "cure" (technically he wasn't corrupted, more or less it was bringing a part of himself that was buried deep in him, like in the Tobey Mcguire movie, but he doesn't have two personalities just to be clear. But it did started to make him insane, he still was pretty smart, and that's what makes him dangerous)

He didn't like all of this news about this Spider-Man guy, what did he exactly do to gain so much fame and being loved by the public?? Saving civilians?? He always did that and his work never got the love it deserves! ! He just wanted to unite society, a happy family, but they weren't listening to him. Maybe this society needs a new.. a bit of chaos.. to make them understand. And so The Goblin was born (He chose The Goblin because naming himself like a snake or smth would sound weird lol). Dream kept his secret of him being the Goblin to everyone.

Some months forward to the appearance of Spider-Man and Goblin, Ranboo was working in the lab getting a new cure for Dream ready for him (he didn't exactly know what had happened to him, but they still guessed something went wrong with the formula, so they wanted to help), in this case he changed up the snake venom for some lizard DNA, to try and see if that would help him. But in that moment Spider-Man came through one of the walls and the Goblin started to shoot at him, this caused panic in the labs as everyone tried to leave, Ranboo quickly took the syruk and ran away, but because there was too many people pushing they fell off and the syrum broke, making them cut with a glass that had some of that cure.

Moving forward to some weeks they started to feel very tired lately, like they weren't sleeping at all in the night (around this time a new villain appeared in town called, The Lizard)

Basically Ranboo turns into the Lizard if they feel very strong emotions like anger or fear, but also excitement if you count that, they realized this and tried to keep this a secret to everyone, making them distant of Tubbo and Tommy in fear of hurting them (he's conscious about his actions in this state). But that doesn't explain the increase of tiredness..well...let's just say that the part that Ranboo wanted to help Dream became his enderwalk, and Ranboo in this state told one day to Dream about this (Dream was unmasking himself in an alleyway when he encountered the Lizard, which was strange he made sure to not being followed, Ranboo told Dream they knew about his secret and wanted to help him a achieve his goals Ranboo in his enderwalk state knows about Dream because since Ranboo used the same bases of the formula Dream did he recognizes the same aura)

AND THAT'S IT!! I know it's quite messy and maybe it doesn't make sense, sorry about that!! I actually had trouble coming up with a coherent back story but I still hope you like this mess!! Anyways let me know your thoughts and opinions about it :D!!

#ranboolive #ranboo #endersmile #dreamblr #dreblr #discduo Spider-Man AU #MichyAU #tommyinnit #tubbo #michygranger writing

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peninkwrites · 1 year ago

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Lines Drawn in Sand & Concrete - Ch 10 of ?

Wilbur is employed. Allegedly, he's also a big brother.

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Mafia AU

~ Wilbur ~

Wilbur Soot has never had a job in his fucking life. He loathes the thought. Nonetheless, he cannot continue to abuse Niki’s goodwill, he cannot go back to his father and his stepmom’s money, and apparently he cannot kill himself. Hence, he will become another cog in the machine.

This cog is one which flips burgers.

It had been the first place he thought to ask for an application, the burger van that parks on Riverside that he and Tommy had occasionally gotten food at, and he was almost annoyed with how quickly the man had hired him. He had been slightly disappointed when Wilbur revealed the extent of his culinary experience was toast or perhaps pasta if he was feeling adventurous. Nonetheless, even Wilbur in all of his general ineptitude could figure out how to make a burger under the watchful eye of his very tired boss. Wilbur’s first day as a wage monkey passes quickly and slowly all at once.

Undeniably, the additional motivating factor in all of this is Tommy. The kid had refused to keep staying at Niki’s after that first night, and that had been after even Niki had tried to insist, and Wilbur has no idea where he has been staying since. He doesn’t know how he’s going to convince him to stay with him, and that’s if Wilbur manages to afford some shithole flat on a burger flipping wage.

Wilbur returns home from his first day exhausted and smelling of grease, but nonetheless, his first stop is not the couch, but the basement. The speakeasy is not as crowded as it was in its heyday, but there’s still enough of an accumulation of noise that Wilbur feels especially weary. Ranboo opens the door to let him in, greeting him with raised eyebrows and a “you look kind of terrible.”

“Thanks for that, Ranbus. I try.”

“Tommy’s here,” Ranboo nods over to the booth in the corner adjacent to the little platform Wilbur had been settling on with his guitar in the evenings.

Said booth is currently occupied by Tommy and, more surprisingly, Jack. Wilbur recalls Jack usually following around that little mob prince, it’s strange to see him without the other, and clearly not for pleasant company, as right now Jack is trying to say something and Tommy is talking over him. Well, not talking, just going “mimimi” over and over again.

“Hello?!” Wilbur interrupts loudly, voice a rough mockery of Tommy’s usual loud greeting.

Tommy immediately stands, replying in turn. “‘ello?!”

“Christ, Wil, you make him worse,” Jack replies weakly. “How the hell do you do that?”

“Do I?” Wilbur grins, sliding into the booth and trapping Jack there. “Ayup, Jack? How’ve you been?”

Jack eyes him suspiciously, doubting his sincerity, before replying. “Alright. Still weird seeing you around, mate. I meant to ask, what, did you and the old Crow- Father have a falling out?”

“Mmmmaybe keep your voice down, Jack,” Wilbur says tautly. Wilbur glances at Tommy, who, by some luck, has been distracted by the arrival of another kid and hadn’t heard him.

“What, Tommy doesn’t know-?”

“And I’d like to keep it that way, if you don’t mind.”

Jack frowns, calculating, before finally, he shrugs. “Right, fine, your business.”

“Thank you.”

“Wil! This is my old pal Eryn!” Tommy claps his friend on the shoulder, pointing to him like Wilbur cannot clearly see him standing there.

“Alright?” Wilbur gives him a nod.

“Alright. Good to… meet you properly,” Eryn responds in turn. “I’ve seen you play a bit. You’re not half bad with that guitar.”

“Thanks.” Wilbur finds the kid familiar in a strange sort of way. He’s doing his best not to stare at the deep red scar up the kid’s arm, before he connects the dots. Dark curly hair, a red bandana around his head, and red markings on his arm. Wilbur hopes his ill ease doesn’t show on his face as he realizes this must be the friend Tommy had mistaken that corpse for down in the tunnels.

“Eryn, come on, join us, join us,” Tommy slips back into the booth, pulling his friend along with him.

“I was… I was actually here to see Niki, so, I might move to the bar,” Jack nods in that direction, indicating Wilbur should move so he can get out, but Wilbur does no such thing.

“Really, Jack, you don’t have any time for an old friend?” Wilbur feigns a pout.

“You I have time for,” Jack gives Tommy a suspicious glance. “Less so him.”

“Aw, Jack, I’m offended! You’ve offended me, now, what if I was in love with you?!” Tommy feigns horror.

“What– What if you were– What would that change, exactly?!”

“Well, hopefully it would make you be nicer to me, for one.”

“Why?!”

“Because of love, you stupid bitch!” Tommy shouts.

“Wil, Wil please let me out. Please. Let me at least get a drink from Niki,” Jack’s hands were clasped together as if in prayer.

“No need,” Wilbur says teasingly. “Niki! Could we have another round, please?”

“You got it, Wil!”

“See? No need for you to go anywhere!”

Jack actually jumps when Tommy reaches across the table and grabs his hand in one of his own far grubbier ones. “Please, please Jack, why are you trying to leave me? What about the kids, Jack? Do you expect them to grow up without a father?!”

Jack leans in, speaking half through gritted teeth. “Why do you do this to me?”

“Because it makes you like this,” Tommy grins.

“I simply don’t understand how you’ve gotten so many people to put up with you! Like, Eryn, Wil, Ranboo, and Tubbo too for like a million years!” With one name, the tone at the table dies.

Tommy lets go, leaning back in the booth, scowling. “You’re a real dick, Jack, d’you know that?”

Jack seems genuinely guilty. “Look, man, I didn’t… I mean–”

“You’ve done it, Jack, you’ve lost me. Not in love with you anymore!” Tommy pulls Eryn out of the booth, loud and mocking, but clearly masking real resentment.

“Tommy, really, I didn’t– I wasn’t–” Jack tries halfheartedly, but Tommy has already made his escape, his friend Eryn in tow.

“Nicely done, Jack.”

“Come on, man I wasn’t…” Jack slouches down in the booth, gloomy.

“What even happened there, anyway? I thought him and the little mob prince were like attached at the hip before?” Wilbur takes a drink.

“I’d quite like to know too,” Niki appears, taking Tommy’s seat on the opposite side of the booth.

“Don’t look at me,” Jack raises his hands defensively. “I don’t know. Tubbo and I don’t exactly talk about feelings.”

“Really? All you two do is talk back here, always whispering,” Niki says mockingly. “You never thought to ask why he stopped talking to his best friend?”

“Well,” Jack turns defensively to Wilbur. “Have you asked Tommy why he stopped talking to Tubbo?”

“Why would I know?”

Niki and Jack exchange a glance. “Well, Ranboo doesn’t tell me anything, so we thought maybe you’d… have some idea?” Niki says with a shrug.

Wilbur frowns. Niki and her little brother. Jack and the kid he was responsible for. Of course he would get roped into it as Tommy’s stand-in guardian or whatever.

“Tommy doesn’t tell me shit, man. All he does is talk about nonsense and act like he’s tough,” Wilbur says grumpily. “What about you, Niki? What d’you mean Ranboo doesn’t tell you shit? He follows you around like a tall, nervous shadow.”

“Yeah, but you don’t understand, Wil,” Niki glanced carefully over at Ranboo, wiping down tables across the room. She lowers her voice. “He did that when he was a kid, but for a while there he was… I dunno, adjusted. He had Tommy and Tubbo to hang out with and they went out together. Now he just… he doesn’t do anything. It makes me worried.”

“Have you asked him about it?” Jack asks.

“Have you asked Tubbo?” She shoots back.

“Well, I asked if he wanted to talk about it, and he said no, sort of,” Jack says uncomfortably.

Silence, all three of them gloomily thinking of their charges.

Wilbur, for once, looks for something vaguely positive to share. “I, uh. I’ve started my job,” he offers. “It doesn’t pay great, and it’s only part-time, but… maybe I can get a shithole flat instead of breaking your couch?”

“That’s great, Wil! Where?” Niki asks. Her pride seems sincere, and Wilbur would expect nothing less of her, but it still feels special to him.

“Some burger van over on Riverside.”

“You’re working at a burger van, Wil?” Jack scoffs.

“Big talk for a man who was a bellhop until about five minutes ago.”

“I wasn’t a bellhop!” Jack snaps back, clearly a sore subject.

“Mhm, sure.”

“And I was– I was just surprised. You of all people seem adamantly opposed to… I dunno, everything a business represents.”

“Well, that’s not really true! I mean, I love Niki’s bakery! And the speakeasy,” Wilbur tries to defend himself.

“Yeah, but it’s not something you have to work at, right? You… you don’t like work, Wil,” Jack sounds a little amused. Niki poorly covers a laugh.

Wilbur frowns, offended, but unable to defend himself. “I just… I don’t like that sort of work.”

“And what work do you like, Wilbur?” Niki teases lightly.

“Maybe I’m just meant to be an entertainer! You know, a musician. A-A storyteller!” Wilbur nods to the stage, proud of himself for thinking of something.

“I’m sorry my patron’s tips aren’t enough to make rent, Wil,” Niki gets up from the table, mussing up Wilbur’s hair before returning to her post at the bar.

Wilbur, rather than pout, continues on Jack Manifold. “So, you said that shit to Tommy, bit fucked up, for one, and… you have no clue why Tubbo stopped putting up with him, or whatever?”

“I– I dunno, man,” Jack says sheepishly. “I… I didn’t mean to say some shit, I just didn’t think about it. Tubbo… he’s gotten weird.”

“Weirder than being JSchlatt’s son, you mean?”

Jack gives him a look. “Don’t call him that.”

“Christ, everyone’s treating this kid like a saint, last I heard, he took over for his old man, is that not worth critique?” Wilbur says drolly.

“Maybe you should shut up about shit you don’t understand, Wil,” Jack says icily.

Wilbur raises an eyebrow at him. “Actually, I’d say I of all people can understand the mob-prince lifestyle.”

“Don’t– Don’t act like that’s even remotely the same!” Jack gets more and more irritated the longer they talk. “Phil was a good man–– complicated ––and maybe not always good, but he did right by us. And by you. Schlatt is– Schlatt was different. For the rest of this city and for Tubbo especially,” Jack doesn’t look at him now, clearly lost in some separate train of thought.

“But he did take over after Schlatt died, correct?” Wilbur, perhaps against his own better judgment, still prods the issue.

“Yeah, and I’m in it with him,” Jack gives Wilbur a hard stare, so much stronger, so much more iron-willed than Wilbur remembers, of the gangly teenager delighted to have his first job. “So, if you take issue with it, you take issue with me, yeah?”

Wilbur nods, redirecting back to their initial topic. He buries the urge to light a cigarette in Niki’s building. “So, he’s gotten weird, then. Weird how?”

“I think he’s trying to act tougher, but I guess I know him better than that, so instead it just looks like he’s scared of everyone and everything, and part of me is worried the other lads, the shadier ones, that they can see it too,” Jack opens up perhaps too easily, like he’s been desperate for someone to share this with. “You’re more right than I’d like you to be,” Jack says quietly. “Sometimes he acts like… I mean, I was never around JSchlatt, thank god for that, but Tubbo will act like… like he’s trying to copy someone else, and obviously it’s Schlatt, I mean, who else would it be? I think… I think he thinks, it’s the only way he can do this, y’know?” Jack gives Wilbur a nervous glance, as if expecting him to exploit Jack’s honesty.

Wilbur nods slowly, thinking. “Well, I’m sorry to hear that. I can’t say I don’t understand the temptation.” He takes another drink to supplement his yearning for a cigarette. “You still seem under the impression that he’s better than Schlatt, yes?”

“Yeah, by a fucking mile.”

“Better how?”

“...what?” Jack stares at him, unnerved by the question.

“What about him is better than Schlatt? ‘Cause far as I’ve heard––rumors, you know––Schlatt’s old boys are getting in scuffles with the Badlands every other day, and people are getting caught in the crossfire, like always.” A pause, Wilbur waiting for Jack to respond, but he doesn’t. “So I ask you, Jack, better how?”

“He’s not bullying every fucking business in the neighborhood, Niki’s included,” Jack offers his defense quickly, clearly relieved to have thought of it. “He’s not taking fucking hostages, he’s not executing anyone in the street–” Jack cuts himself off, clearly having thought of something, something which Wilbur now catches on to.

“Right. Car bomb,” Wilbur nods, as if satisfied, and nonetheless he moves on with ease. “Still, makes me wonder how he’s making his money, eh? Are you privy to that as his right hand, Jack Manifold? You need money to oil the gears of this grotesque little machine, don’t you?”

“None of your fucking business, Wil. Just leave well enough alone, alright?” Jack digs his heels in, in a way Wilbur knows his teen-aged self never would have, so he finds himself respecting it more than feeling annoyed.

“Damn right, Jack. Damn right,” Wilbur raises a toast to his old friend, and tries to avoid these dark alleyways of thought he’s found himself so temptingly drawn to.

Nonetheless, well into the night, when the Secret City has finally close its doors, Wilbur helps Ranboo wipe down tables while Niki stows away their earnings.

“So, Ranboo. I’ve asked you this before, and I’m deigning to ask again: What do you do for fun?”

Ranboo looks up at him, pausing in wiping down the table, eyes wide. “What?”

“What do you do for fun around here, man? I swear, you never go out.”

“I’m… I’m not exactly big on… big social gatherings, or… or speakeasies other than this one,” Ranboo murmurs, returning his attention to the table.

“What about your friends? Tommy doesn’t seem to hang out with you as much, and… that kid Tubbo, he doesn’t either.”

Ranboo gives him a scrutinizing look. “Did Niki put you up to this?”

“What?” Wilbur laughs, genuinely surprised. “No, no actually, she didn’t. I think she knows you well enough to be more direct than that.”

Ranboo shrugs. “Dunno about that.”

“Anyway, she didn’t. I was just… curious. Tommy, he says he has friends, I mean he left with that Eryn kid for one, but he spends a lot of time hanging around with me.”

“I dunno. Tommy and I… it’s different, hanging out without Tubbo, and Tubbo’s been… preoccupied.”

“With being a mob boss, right?” Wilbur watches Ranboo carefully for a reaction. The kid doesn’t wear his mask around the speakeasy anymore, but Wilbur still struggles to read him.

“He’s not… I don’t think I’d call him that,” Ranboo mumbles.

“What would you call it, then?”

Another shrug. “Surviving?”

“Surviving,” Wilbur repeats it, as if adjusting to the idea.

“Yeah. I mean, he’s doing what he can, y’know? It’s all we can do, I think,” Ranboo offers.

“Guess so.” Wilbur exhales a soft laugh.

“What?”

Now Wilbur shrugs. “Surviving,” he says it like it explains the joke.

Ranboo gives him a bemused look, unsure of how to respond to it, so instead he just moves to the next table, leaving Wilbur to his musings. Surviving.

Wilbur had been quite amused by that notion of survival, and maybe that had something to do with his own blase take on the matter. He and Tommy dare to venture into the tunnels under the city once more. Perhaps they should’ve been deterred for good by a dead body, but some nagging curiosity––boldness on Tommy’s part, maybe something more suicidal on Wilbur’s––made them return. It didn’t take much. Boredom is one hell of a motivator.

“I dunno, I wanna… I wanna figure out what that fuckin’ sound is. I keep on thinking about it,” Tommy shifts restlessly, staring at the stairwell he’d all but dragged Wilbur to. It had been Tommy’s idea this time, which Wilbur found surprising. “And, I’m not scared of shit, so, I’ve got no problem going back!”

Wilbur gives him a look, staring doubtfully at the door marked DANGER: MAINTENANCE ONLY.

“And I got this!” Tommy says brightly, holding a knife in one hand, a torch in the other.

“Right, a toothpick.”

“Fuck off before I stab you!” Tommy snaps. “Either way, it… it freaked me out, seeing the dead guy down there.”

“And that’s why you want to go back?”

“No! More like, whatever did that, I… I don’t think we’re gonna like, catch a fuckin’ murderer and fight him off with our bare hands, I just… I don’t like knowing he’s creepin’ around under the city, I guess.”

“So, you’re not planning on stopping this mysterious killer, what are you planning on doing, then? Talking to him?”

“No!” Tommy says irritably. “I dunno! Maybe… look for clues?”

“Right. Clues.”

“Are you coming with me or not?”

Wilbur gives one last doubtful look at the doorway back into darkness. “Yeah, fine, fuck it. Might as well. I wanna look for that platform, though. That is still my goal, alright?”

“Fine, fine, you nag like a fuckin’ mother.”

They return to the dark, flashlights in hand, hesitating at the bottom of the stairwell.

“So, d’you wanna try going the other way?” Tommy tries nervously.

“No, the platform I’m looking for, it’ll be that way,” Wilbur nods in the direction they’d chosen previously.

“Right, right the direction with dead bodies and weird noises and shit…” Tommy grumbles.

“What makes you think the other way will be any better? If you wanna find clues you wanna go where the dead bodies are, right?”

More mumbled grumbling Wilbur can’t be bothered to decipher.

“Still don’t get your obsession with tunnels, man. Are you a mole? Perhaps? A mole person? Hm?” Tommy starts chattering again after those two seconds of quiet become unbearable.

“Right, yes, a mole person.”

“You look it. Maybe you should live down here, eh? Instead of breaking Niki’s couch?”

“I’ll have you know I am… I am working on getting an apartment!” Wilbur says grumpily.

“Oh? How many burgers d’you gotta sell to do that?”

“What, like I work on burger commission?”

“I dunno how burger salesmanship works! I’m self-employed.”

Wilbur laughs, staring ahead down the dark tunnel, their flashlights not piercing far enough through the black for them to see anything beyond the walls immediately ensnaring them, the pipes and wiring covering the walls like the roots of some great long dead tree. He considers broaching the subject now. “Well, actually, since I’m not a mole person and I’m currently working on getting a flat, like, probably not for another month or so, would you like to try not being homeless, perchance?” He has no idea how to bring it up in a way that Tommy is of any inclination to accept.

“Still fuckin’ creepy down here,” Tommy mutters, once more desperate to break the silence when Wilbur didn’t reply.

“Yeah. It wasn’t exactly welcoming in its heyday, if I’m honest,” Wilbur admits.

“Then, yet again, since you’re not here to look for a murderer or do any of the cool shit I’m here for, I ask you: what the fuck are you looking for down here?”

Wilbur considers this, and he decides to give away a few closely held truths. “A little before I left the city, I fell on the tracks. Someone dragged me off, so I was a little banged up, but I lived. Might sound a bit odd, but… I’ve got a lot of memories associated with that platform, and I thought maybe I could go back,” Wilbur shrugs. “See it again, see if it’s… I dunno, if it looks different to me now?”

Tommy stares at him, baffled. “You wanna… you’re looking for the spot that you almost got yourself killed?”

Tommy is more right than he realizes, not that Wilbur plans to share that. “Yeah, I know it probably doesn’t make much sense, but yeah,” he shrugs.

“You’re fuckin’ bonkers, man,” Tommy shakes his head. “I followed a crazy bitch into a bunch of dark abandoned tunnels, tracking down a murderer! Hm, my own bravery amazes me sometimes–” Tommy jumps, grabbing onto Wilbur’s arm as the sound of concrete hitting concrete echoes toward them.

“It’s okay, maybe… maybe we kicked some rocks and it… it echoed weird or something,” Wilbur tries to console him, nonetheless his own heart is racing. He peers carefully into the gloom, first ahead of them, and then just to be safe, he turns back, pointing the flashlight the way they had come, but nothing emerges.

“No, no Wil, we did not make some magic fucking echo shit, that was something down there,” Tommy hisses, nodding in the direction of the noise. “That was something else kickin’ rocks about, alright?! Instead of looking for your favorite spot to die or some shit, why don’t we turn around a-and– and you can buy me a burger!”

“Is that supposed to tempt me?” Wilbur teases. “And don’t you have your knife?”

“Thought you said it was a toothpick!”

“Hold on a second, just be quiet, let’s listen.”

Tommy actually obeys, and the two of them focus, still searching into the darkness, listening closely. No other sounds echo, no footsteps, no shifting stone, nothing.

“See? It was probably nothing. I think we’re a few blocks away from my platform,” Wilbur says optimistically, even as he really isn’t sure how close they are.

“Oh, now you’re all for fucking around with serial killers, hm?”

“This was your idea, Tommy, if you remember.”

“I’m the idea man, you’re the– the other man!” Tommy says irritably.

“What’s the other man?”

“The guy that pussies out and tells us to leave!”

“Isn’t that what you’re currently doing?”

“No, I’m waiting for you to do it! I’m not scared!”

“Fine! Fine, you big baby, if you want to go back, we’ll go back!” Wilbur rolls his eyes and turns around. His flashlight shines brightly off of a white mask smiling at them, a few meters away. Wilbur screams, Tommy somehow doesn’t, although Wilbur can feel his white knuckled grip on his arm and hears his shaky breathing as Wilbur’s echo dies out.

The figure doesn’t move. Wilbur realizes that Tommy has stepped in front of him, putting himself between Wilbur and the figure, and he drags Tommy back behind him instead. Tommy doesn’t protest. The figure still doesn’t move. It is currently standing between them and their exit. The only reason they haven’t started running in the opposite direction is that they know there is no true escape for them there. The only guaranteed way back to the light is a five minute walk behind that white mask. It had been following them this whole time. Wilbur hopes Tommy can’t feel that he’s shaking.

“Look, we’ll– we’ll just go, alright?” Wilbur says in what he hopes is a strong tone of voice.

The figure doesn’t react, but it doesn’t step toward them either, merely watches, eerie and uncanny. That smile, both an expressionless void and a malevolent grin mocking them. Wilbur feels sick just from the sight of it, hairs standing on end, a primal warning telling him that face is a threat.

Wilbur side-steps toward the opposite side of the tunnel, backing up so he’s almost against the tunnel walls, keeping as much distance between himself and that mask as possible, Tommy still kept behind him. The figure merely watches, turning slowly to follow them as they circle to the other side of the tunnel.

“Wil,” Tommy whispers shakily. “H-He’s got a gun. He’s got a fucking gun.”

Wilbur doesn’t reply, glancing from the white mask to where the figure’s hands should be. Barely visible even with the flashlight, Wilbur sees the faint gleam of dark metal. Wilbur keeps moving, stepping in a wide arc around the man. If Tommy weren’t here, Wilbur thinks he would’ve been a lot stupider. He buries the urge to say, “you know, everyone is looking for you,” or “you sure do discriminate in your choice of victims, don’t you?” or even, “does trespassing warrant a bullet? Newsflash, dickhead, you’re trespassing too.” He doesn’t say a word, hyper-aware of Tommy one step behind him. His back is now to the direction out, still facing the figure, while Tommy looks ahead. Wilbur takes a step back, Tommy leading the way with his own torch, still holding on tightly to Wilbur’s hand.

Wilbur’s heart drops when, as they finally get some distance between themselves and the figure, it takes a step forward. Wilbur takes another step back. It follows. It doesn’t come any closer, though, merely matches pace. They’re making sure we leave.

Wilbur doesn’t tell Tommy the figure is following, merely keeps facing it, hardly daring to blink. Wilbur stares intently at that white mask, one without an expression for him to read. Wilbur realizes, with a tiny shred of relief, that the figure probably can’t see their faces. Wilbur is shining a light in their eyes. The figure has their voices, but not what they look like. Small mercies.

Tommy whispers back to him, “still following?”

“Yeah,” Wilbur says softly. The figure can surely hear them regardless, the tunnels so large and echoing, their footsteps on the cracked concrete filling up the silence, Wilbur only now recognizing the additional echo of this person’s footfalls, which must have been not far behind them this whole time, never letting up, merely following, slow and careful.

Then, to Wilbur’s shock and horror, Tommy looks back over his shoulder and shouts, “stop following us, you fucking creep! We’re leaving your tunnels, so you can fuck off!”

“Tommy?!” Wilbur hisses. “Have you lost your fucking mind?!” Wilbur turns his back to the figure just for a moment to shake Tommy, and as he does so, he hears a laugh. It’s a man’s voice, his laugh irritating and wheezing. Wilbur turns back around sharply, but the figure hasn’t gotten any closer. The laughter dies. The figure takes another step forward, one step closer, as if ushering them on to their destination.

Wilbur doesn’t need any more encouragement. He walks faster, now looking ahead, glancing over his shoulder at the figure often, but more focused on a quick pace to get them the fuck out of there.

“Stairs! Oh, stairs, I fucking love you,” Tommy says, voice weak with relief as he spots their exit. Wilbur is right behind him. The figure stops a few meters back, and Wilbur allows the metal door to swing shut on that eerie mask in the darkness.

Tommy had taken off up the stairs at a sprint, Wilbur staggering to catch up. They both stop, breathless in the alleyway outside.

“H-How fucking long do you think he was following us?” Wilbur says once he’s calmed his racing heart a bit.

“He laughed at me. He fucking laughed at me,” Tommy scowls. Then, surprisingly, perhaps awfully, he looks to Wilbur. “What do we… what do we do?”

“What do we do?”

“I mean, we– we saw ‘im! The guy who’s been beating up homeless people and killing criminals and shit,” Tommy nods back to the door, still tense, like he’s half expecting it to open and the killer to come out.

“We can’t do anything. And I dunno about you, but I don’t trust the pigs to do shit,” Wilbur says, oddly enough, the first person to come to mind of who he wants to do something about it is Technoblade, but he’s preoccupied several states away. He gives the door another wary glance. “Come on, let’s get the fuck out of here, go somewhere with more people.”

Tommy is quick to agree. “That was… that was so fucked. What the fuck were we thinking, going back down there?!”

“It was your idea, remember? You were actually looking for some shit like that, if I recall.”

“I wasn’t looking for the actual fucking guy!” Tommy blusters. “Are you fucking bonkers?! Nah, I was just– I dunno what I was looking for, but not that freaky bitch in a mask!”

Wilbur almost can’t stop himself, words tumbling out as he senses an opportunity. “You cannot be on the streets, Tommy. It’s too fucking dangerous. Sleep in the speakeasy, if you really don’t wanna be in Niki’s apartment. And– And once I get my flat, you should come stay with me. Pitch in rent, if it makes you feel better, just fucking hell, don’t get stabbed on some park bench by some stupid dick in a smiley mask.”

Tommy must truly be afraid, because his first impulse isn’t to argue. Instead, he nods, grudgingly, but nonetheless. “Fine. Dunno about paying rent, but I’ll take up part of whatever shithole you’re gonna get.”

“And until then, Niki’s?”

Tommy grumbles for another moment, before nodding once more. “Fine, I’ll stay at Niki’s, fucking hell, you’re acting like you really are my big brother.”

“What, just ‘cause I don’t want you to get stabbed?”

“Yeah. Very brotherly of you.”

“We may as well be. We’re trauma-bonded after that bullshit. We must be,” Wilbur sighs wearily.

“I don’t get trauma. I’m the Tommyinnit.”

#mafia au #my writing #yeahhh wooo finally #an update!#writer's block is a real bitch.#so. feedback is cherished #remind me it's worth the slog <3 #OH AND #c!dream #he's there for a minute. ew.#c!crimeboys

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audioaujom · 1 year ago

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25: Encountering Sachiko [wrong end 8 ★8]

Corpse Party Hub, < prev, next >

This is wrong end 8 ★8 from Book of Shadows Episode #5, and would most likely roughly take place at some point during Corpse Party Chapter 2 if memory serves.

Pairing: Bill, Aimee, Schlatt, Wilbur

Word Count: 2105

Chapter TWs: Blood and Gore, Graphic Depictions of Violence/Gore, Implied/Referenced Character Death

Whatever you do, don’t look behind you.

The note laid neatly beside the candle on the steps, causing Bill to scoff in annoyance.

“Oh, yeah?” He challenged aloud, almost immediately turning to look behind him in curiosity. What’s the worst that could happen?

He blinked as the familiar figure of Aimee emerged from the darkness below, calling his name out in relief as they recognized each other. “Bill…!”

“Aimee! Where's Schlatt?” Bill asked immediately, recognizing that she wasn't alone when he'd left her at the pool earlier.

“I— I don't know. He was with me until a second ago, but then we found ourselves running from this man with… an axe, I think…? And we got separated.” She explained awkwardly, glancing back over her shoulder and down the stairs anxiously.

“Oh, shit… Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Bill was quick to step forward and start looking over her bloody clothes before she stopped him.

“I'm okay, I'm okay. This… isn't my blood.” She grimaced a little, before staring down at the floor. “It's just… this school… it's even more dangerous than I thought. Whoever that guy is, I'm sure he's been going around killing anyone who gets lost in here.”

Bill thought hard for a few long moments, before realizing he had no idea what she was talking about. “Well I've never met the guy, but I think the fact that he wields an axe is enough of a red flag for me.”

“Bill… I'm scared. I'm scared that… that if I'm by myself, he'll find me, and…” She trailed off, Bill’s imagination quickly filling in the gaps.

“...okay.” Bill nodded to himself, already set on a plan. “Then I'll stay with you!”

“Really…? Are you sure?”

“Why wouldn't I be?” Aimee seemed to perk up at that, Bill relaxing his shoulders to seem as casual as possible. “That way you won't be alone, and I can watch your back.”

“Thank you so much!” Aimee grinned in relief, throwing herself forward at Bill and latching onto one of his arms with an appreciative smile.

“H—Hey…!” Bill felt bad for the way he nearly immediately shook her off, but something about the way she held onto him made him feel uncomfortable.

“Ah, I'm sorry! You have a boyfriend already, don't you? I think you said his name was Ranboo?” Aimee apologized, blushing slightly and backing away from him.

“No no, we're not like that.” Bill tried to correct, shaking his head and his hands. “He's more like a brother to me, you know?”

“Ahh… I bet life would be a whole lot less boring if I had an older brother like you.” Aimee smiled almost dreamily, and Bill did his best to ignore the strange feeling that blossomed in his stomach.

“If by 'less boring' you mean utterly anarchic, then yeah, maybe!”

Methodically checking the next floor as carefully as they could for Schlatt, the two wandered around for quite a ways before the ambient light of the school seemed to dim greatly.

“It's gotten really fucking dark in here.” Bill commented, squinting in the low light only to see Aimee rummaging around her person for something. “...Aims? What's up?”

“Give me a sec... I have a light.” Aimee took her time gathering darkened things in her hands while grumbling, “It's not just dark, but cold, too…”

“Yeah... We should turn back. This hallway gives me the creeps.” Bill shuddered a little, though he wasn't sure if it was his ever increasing nerves or the chill in the air.

“But… the way back is gone.” Aimee pointed back behind the two, Bill’s eyes finally adjusting to the darkness enough to see that yes—in fact—the wooden floor behind them had seemingly rotted and caved in, preventing them from going back, short of jumping the gap.

“Ah, shit…” He groaned, knowing that it would be better to continue on forward than to try any sort of crazy acrobatics, before suddenly turning to his companion with an idea. “Hey, Aimee. Do you still have that alcohol lamp?”

“Sorry, that didn't quite make it.” Aimee apologized, before holding out her hands that held a matchbox and a few candles with a small smile. “I have plenty of candles, though!”

“Oh, I don't know if they'll be enough.” Bill dismissed, her rolling her eyes before begrudgingly putting the items back to where they came from.

“Well… look! There's a room.” Aimee tugged a little on one of Bill’s sleeves, pointing off into the darkness at something he couldn't see. “Let's go see what's inside. Okay?”

“Hey wait, it might not be safe! We need to—!” Bill tried to stop her, but in the process of the two of them heading in different directions and grabbing at each other, they ended up topping over the floor with loud shouts of surprise. As soon as Bill realized he was on top of her, he quickly tried to scramble away as an uncomfortable blush settled across his face and down his neck. He got up to his hands and knees as quickly as he could, panicked as Aimee stared back up at him with a strange look on her face. “Shit, my bad... I didn't hurt you, did I?”

“I'm just fine.” Aimee seemed all too comfortable where she landed, biting a little at her bottom lip—much to Bill’s confusion.

“Hey, don't get the wrong idea... I— I didn't mean to.” Bill tried to explain, but she shook her head lightly and blinked slowly up at him with a coy smile.

“Never mind that. What say we have a little chat?”

“...huh…?” Bill wanted to get as far away from her as he possibly could, but stayed rooted to the spot as his brain tried to follow her off-putting offer.

“Don't you like me… Billy…?” Aimee’s voice seemed to change pitch suddenly, becoming deeper as her eyes bore holes straight up into him. He felt himself flinch, opening his mouth to shut her down only to notice the first drops of blood forming in the corners of her eyes.

Any words he had to say died in his throat as tear tracks of blood ran down her face, more blood beading out of her nose and dripping over her lips, a sense of horror washing over him as he came to the conclusion that something was very, very wrong. “Wh—Who… are you?”

“Who do you think I am, Billy?” Despite the blood now pouring out of her mouth, her words weren’t garbled at all, Bill shaking his head as the horror gave way to dread in the pit of his stomach.

“Cut it out…” He tried to play it off and get back to his feet as the words of—Don't call me that!—got stuck in his throat, then pushing off of the floor with his hands only for her to tightly grab both of his wrists to keep him down on top of her. “L—Let me go! How do you know about me? About Ranboo?!”

Whoever this was—it most certainly wasn’t Aimee, at least not anymore—only giggled, a swirling panic beginning in his stomach as he tried to pull away. Her grip on him was unnaturally strong as it bruised his wrists, no amount of yanking able to break the grip for several long moments until a particularly hard tug got one of his hands free, his arm then swinging wide and smacking one of the girl’s bloodstained cheeks.

“Oww! How dare you raise your hand to a girl… Billy…” Her voice distorted as she giggled again, thick trails of blood starting to leak out of every available orifice of her face: eyes, nose, ears, and even more from her mouth. The skin of Aimee’s face began to peel back like burning paper, curling away from the waterfalls of crimson and flaking off in disgusting, bloody patches. A new, blue tinted face was emerging from underneath the peeling, flayed skin—it was young, child-like, and covered in slimy guts and more blood. Whatever was left of Aimee disintegrated to the sides as the rest of the young girl’s figure emerged, though staying half-submerged in the floorboards. Long, dark hair framed the sides of her face, a long red dress covering her body that began to shimmer in the low light of the hallway to make her seem to glow as she grinned up at Bill, his mind finally catching up with the carnage surrounding him as the rank smell of death started wafting up from the piled remains and ever growing lake of blood around him. The girl still held onto him, him swallowing back vomit as the two stared at each other, waiting for someone to make a move.

“You… were you always… her?” Bill stumbled out, anger boiling up fast as he exploded, “You— You bitch! What the hell did you do to Ranboo?”

“Now what did I do to him? Hmm. I remember he wouldn't shut up.” Sachiko mused, giggling to herself as Bill only glared harder at her. “He kept chirping 'Bill!', 'Bill!', 'Bill!', like a bird. But he's not chirping anymore! Wanna see for yourself?”

“Oh, you're so full of shit!” Bill exclaimed, finally able to break the girl’s hold on him and swing a wild punch to her face.

She blinked in honest surprise as his hit connected and forced her head all the way off to one side—as if forgetting she was corporeal at all—before her dull eyes began to flicker red with rage. “I guess I can’t have any fun with you after all.”

His next wild swing missed as she ducked out of the way, rising up out of the floor to grab him by the throat with both hands. He instantly tried to grab her hold and yank him off, but she was now even stronger than when she’d held him down against the floor.

“Shit—!” He clawed desperately at her hands to get any amount of air back into his lungs, dark spots dancing in his vision as—Ah shit, she’s gonna choke me out. What a fuckin’ way to go.

She knocked them both over and pinned him down to the floor, her face gleeful as his attempts to buck her off were slowly starting to weaken.

He was incredibly dizzy from the fall and lack of air—his vision was swimming and his hearing was turning to a rather discordant ringing—so he almost missed a familiar voice calling out from down the hallway.

Almost.

“Whoa, Bill? That you?”

Bill craned his head back as the girl slackened her grip in surprise, seeing Schlatt and Wilbur standing shoulder to shoulder in the hall and staring at him in confusion. Schlatt was the one to call out, continuing, “You sure look like you’ve got your hands full!” with a sarcastic snicker.

“A little—! help—! assholes—!” Bill fumed, the brief slight reprieve from the choking giving him enough air to fight against the girl with a renewed vigor.

“She looks rather strong for a primary schooler.” Wilbur commented as the two ran forward, Schlatt rolling his eyes.

“Actually, you're in America, so she'd be an elementary schooler, you Brit.” Schlatt chastised, Wilbur smacking him before kicking the girl hard in the stomach.

“And here I was expecting you to call me a slur.”

Schlatt laughed as he grabbed the girl by the back of the dress in her moment of confusion from being kicked, yanking her off of Bill in one swift movement and throwing her to the side where she landed like a blood-covered ragdoll. “You good, man?”

“Now I am.” Bill panted, taking Wilbur’s offered hand to get back up to his feet. “Thanks.”

“What happened?” Wilbur turned a side eye to the ghost, who glared at them and slowly sank down through the floor.

“It’s… a bit of a long story.” Bill trailed off, rubbing at his throat carefully. “Wait, where’s Aimee?”

“We got separated at the pool by this psycho with an ax.” Schlatt shrugged, though Bill could see the lines of concern in his face. “After that I got lost an just happened to run into Wil.”

“Well that crazy ghost was… wearing her skin.” Bill gulped a little as he spoke, the slick blood and guts still piled on the floor.

“Oh! Oh shit!” Schlatt coughed, both him and Wilbur recoiling from the smell they were suddenly aware of.

“Let's get out of here before she comes back, yeah?”

Bill instantly nodded, following the two older boys down the hall, trying to ignore his still aching lungs and the burning panic in his chest.

God, this place is fucked…

#corpse party au #corpse party #fanfiction #fanfic #cross posted on ao3 #writing #whump #angst #wilbur soot #wilbur soot fanfiction #jschlatt #billzo #aimsey

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productofaritual · 5 months ago

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(Hi me from the future here. You were mostly right. I am now on a quest for cs!Dream's blood. Context below. Enjoy my suffering)

Ok going into it let's see what we got

"Plans to go to dinner" Ok date much??? Marriage much??? He mentions marriage again right I got bingo right

NEOPRONOUNS NIKI LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Skirt pog. Compliment pog. Kiss already.

"Realization" Yes. We all know. You're the last one to realize it actually

Gay. Gay. Homosexual. Gay.

Oooh Tubbo's the first one to know about it??? Cool. Predictable. Now for your wedding vows-

DREAM NO. NO. DREAM. YOU MOTHERFUCKER LEAVE HIM BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE NOT NOWWWWWW- oh Tubbo saves the day pog. I'm sure that won't bite Ran in the ass later (me from the future again. I guess it didn't? Maybe in the 'filler' chaps)

OH MY GOD THEY'RE SO FUCKING GAYYYYYYYY also if I got a nickel for every fic that compares Tubbo to the sun from Ranboo's pov, I'd have two nickels because DeTerra. I'm so normal. Let's continue

NOT THE FUCKING QUIZ I'M CACKLING

MY ARO BOYYYYYY your sins of liking chocolate over vanilla are forbidden, welcome to the club, we have cookies

"That was the part I knew you'd love" Is a sentence I read after writing that. Damn u. /pos

The storm. o7 to my mental state let's go

New years pog. Preemptively put Tubbo in rehab overnight I don't think he can handle this

DREAM. Oh what did I say about the ignored call coming to bite him in the ass (once again, guess it didn't?)

Ranboo. My dude. My buddy. My pal. My guy. My fella. My friend. My fellow aspec. DID YOU NOT LEARN A SINGLE THING ABOUT GOING STRANGE PLACES WITH STRANGE PEOPLE WITHOUT INFORMING ANYONE??? YOU'RE JUST ASKING TO BE MURDERED THEY SHOULD'VE TAUGHT YOU THAT AT SOME POINT YOU DOOF

Along with my payments towards Tubbo's rehab, Tubbo's therapy, Ranboo's therapy, and their subsequent wedding, I will also be paying for a fucking hitman to take out Dream because YOU LEAVE MY BOY PANICKING IN A FUCKING HOTEL ROOM. Also real talk for a sec, Ran, buddy, what did I just say about going strange places with strange people. What did I JUST say

"Gets comforted" Dream I will rip out your veins and guts and organs and eyes and chop off your fingers AND HANG THEM AS HALLOWEEN DECORATIONS

Hallucination update: I will not be paying for a hitman. I'LL TAKE THAT MAN OUT MYSELF "KEEP SLEEPING" HOW ABOUT YOU SLEEP FOREVER AND WHATEVER IS LEFT OF YOU AFTER I'M DONE IS BURIED IN MY BACKYARD

All this God talk as an atheist is weirdly funny to me

"Let sleeping comets die" Look I'm no space expert, but I don't think that's how comets work?

"He's wondering where Fundy is" Why did that make me laugh

I'm sure there's imagery and metaphors in that, but I'm also sure I'm shit at metaphors and therefore we will move on

DREEEEEEEEEEAAAAM. Also with the amount of comments Ranboo previously made about dying in a car crash. You're just torturing my poor boy let him be :(

"You're not God you're some delusional kid" Ok he kinda right tho- "you need me" Never mind I'm back to murder and realistic Halloween decor. Might paint the walls red too if you catch my drift

"Mental hospital" Why am I surprised. Also yay, you thought about dying in a car crash so much that u called it! Congratulations! I'm sad now.

"It was supposed to be Tommy" LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

NO HE WAS TALKING WITH DREAM??? Of all the fucking people istg i would have been happier with it being an internal monologue. And we all know how much I hate internal monologues

Backstory- and he's commuting murder suicide. I mean. A bit drastic. But I approve. Just make sure to leave him intact enough so I can get my Halloween decorations (can you tell I'm coping with humor)

DING DONG THE WITCH-O-BITCH IS DEEEEEEEEAD- no don't have a mental breakdown about it pookie this is great news- fuck's sake WHY IS EVERYONE HERE SAD WHEN THE BAD GUYS ARE DYING FUCK YOU LET ME CELEBRATE

Also Tubbo text pog what does it mean I'm sure I'll find out (future me here again, hi, I didn't find out)

FUCK he's not dead. DAMMIT. Do I have to do everything myself around here?

You're right I do hate it and I hate that I was right about it being endersmile. Fuuuuuuck my life.

Drunkbo. Fuck you. Rehab. Now.

Oh wow sad ending fml ig also pls don't die pookie your hubby still didn't get into rehab you gotta wait a lil longer

Also can I just get what happened at the very end of the last chap? 32 I believe it is. Ihave a feeling I should be able to get through the fic if it's one chap once every full moon

Heyoooo so could u spoil the rest (so far) of cs for me plssss. Like I would read it but I feel like it would ruin the entire fic for me because I'd have to force myself to and that's not fun -.-

Ended at the scene where Ranboo goes to Fundy's flat and Fundy's like "Hey! Here's your tragic backstory!" And Ranboo's like "oh fuck *has a breakdown*"

This is also me giving u a chance to yap about cs so add as many details, hcs and personal opinions as you'd like, :)

my time to shine :D

i’m probably just going to give out the main plot points that happened then on, just because if i said every little thing that happens we would be here literally all day because towards the end the chapters get very long so!

if you don’t want spoilers for cs, look away !!!!

okay, the main chapters to talk about are chapter 28 and 30 the rest are less plot driven and more just fillers, almost. lots happen, but not much to talk about like the big two !

28:

the chapter starts out with ranboo talking to dream about photography and shit, nothing out of the ordinary, and it’s pretty short! at least that scene is. and then he and tubbo have plans to go to a diner later in the evening, and while ranboo is finding clothes, he spots a skirt that he thinks is niki’s. he considers wearing it, which makes the chapter mostly about identity + gay shit ! (more on identity later, not just this bit) and he tells niki he thinks it got mixed up in his closet, and then asks about pronouns and niki is revealed to go by she/xe, and she lends ranboo a skirt to wear and he kind of loves it. it’s a very sweet scene :) and then he goes to pick up tubbo and tubbo’s kind of first reaction is to tell him he looks pretty, which ranboo says he’s not used to, and tubbo says he’ll make sure he’s used to it (i fucking hate gay people /j) then, they go to the diner, order food, have some banter, and tubbo has, in his words, a “realization”, which is probably when he realized he’s gay for ranboo! and he calls ranboo pretty again. the 2nd time that night. and ranboo says some gay stuff about how pretty tubbo looks to himself, as well, because of course he would. and they go to the train tracks nearby, and ranboo explains the whole memory loss thing to tubbo. dream calls him, and tubbo asks him not to answer. so, ranboo doesn’t. and then you have my personal favorite scene of the entire fic i’ve had multiple emotional breakdowns about.

when the sunsets, tubbo points it out, and ranboo comments that it’s pretty.

and here’s the line that literally gets me crying all the fucking time; “beside him, the sun says, “so are you.”” he drives him back home and tubbo falls asleep in the car.

ranboo goes home and proceeds to take a quiz. “do i have feelings for my best friend?” which sends him to find out about being aromantic, and being queerplatonic. that’s the second part of the identity part of the chapter. ranboo realizes he’s aro :) that was the part i knew you’d love lmao

and now, the storm, because that was the calm.

in chapter 30, it is new years. around 2-3 in the morning, can’t remember, and ranboo is still awake. dream shows up at his door, and tells him they’re going somewhere. ranboo doesn’t question it (maybe because it’s so early) and puts out food for springerle and grabs the necessities. they drive to a hotel, and dream tells him not to worry about paying because he never told him they’d be going there.

dream leaves ranboo alone in the hotel room for HOURS, which has ranboo panicking the whole time, thinking he could be dead, and having an emotional breakdown when dream gets back. he gets comforted, they play some video games, and then they’re on the road

dream is driving, and he tells ranboo to go to sleep because it’ll be a really long drive and they’re stuck in traffic. ranboo has nothing better to do, so he closes his eyes. there’s also a storm.

it’s very creepy. there are voices, beckoning him to come and saying things like “we have your parents” “we have god” “come join us” and ranboo immediately wakes up in fear. dream tells him to go back to sleep. and he does. and the voices don’t stop. they never do. they keep mentioning god, especially, which will make more sense in a moment! he feels hands on him, tugging him down. they also say “come down here we don’t love you nowhere does” and it’s all very eerie. ranboo wakes up once more, to dream asking what he’s dreaming about because he’s muttering about smoke, and there are scratches on his arms. dream insists on him sleeping to “get more information”

this time, they’re still talking about how they have god. they have his entire life. they have his future lover. his future life. how they stole his smoke, his voice, his music— the stars — and ranboo, in his dream, is screaming back and saying he doesn’t want to go.

“YOU ARE A COMET” and they mention stars, and black holes (more on that) and let sleeping comets die (foreshadowing)

and ranboo is freaking out in his dream, begging for it to stop, and it doesn’t. and it describes tubbo, mentions the diner and smoke and brown hair. the hands are still on him, pulling him down.

there’s a black hole. a lid over it, closing the iris of an eye. which takes him to “THAT WAS NEVER MY NAME” all of the writing that is supposed to be a voice is frantic and mostly misspelled and some are in all caps (usually ranboo, but the voices too) “GOD IS AN IRIS” and he is wondering where fundy is

and he can’t breathe and they’re calling him a rabbit, a baby comet, an iris

he has blood underneath his fingernails when he wakes up, and dream asks him what he saw.

dream swerves and ranboo hits his head on the dashboard . ranboo feels like he’s going insane. dream is holding the collar of his shirt tightly.

and this is where all hell breaks loose.

ranboo says there was a black hole and he thinks he killed it. dream swerves and ranboo hits his head against the window. he says something like “not again, we’re not doing this again.” ranboo doesn’t remember having this happen before.

dream starts screaming about how he should forget. he always forgets. that he’s still dreaming about the black hole. ranboo says it needs him. dream continues screaming.

then, ranboo says; “it’s god, isn’t it? that’s me. i’m… i’m god.”

dream slams his head against the dashboard. he yells, “NO! you aren’t god. do you understand me? you aren’t god. you’re some delusional fucking kid. and you need me. you’re nothing without me.”

and then, dream says “do you think you’re getting out of this alive?”

he slams his head against the dashboard AGAIN. he’s screaming about how he (ranboo) should’ve stayed in the mental hospital.

ranboo thinks that no one will see him or dream ever again. he calls it “one of the best days in history”

dream rambles about it was “supposed to be tommy” and that his family ruined it.

dream mentions tubbo and how he would’ve hated ranboo. ranboo whispers “we were gonna get married.” “what?” “he called me pretty.”

we’re given the information that when ranboo was 15, with a new name and no family, on withdrawal from anti psychotics, he had been walking for days straight with nowhere to go, reaching an overpass, he caused a collision of cars. one unconscious, and one wide awake. dream was awake. he almost killed him. if only it worked.

and how dream bought him his first camera and how they’d meet in a park. how he left for a while and ranboo was waiting for him.

dream says no one will go looking for him.

dream swerves and ranboo unbuckles his seatbelt to slam on the breaks, because he is going to try and kill both dream and himself so neither of them get out of this alive.

when the car stops spinning, ranboo grabs something smaller than a gun from the glovebox, while dream gets out of the car. he drops the gun on accident. he feels something cut him.

dream has a fistful of his hair, a switchblade, and is holding him down against the pavement. ranboo passes out.

three days go by, where he’s asleep. he wakes up to being all bandaged up.

he’s confused. he has a text from tubbo saying “EXCITED 2 C U”

he won’t see him. but he also has a multitude of texts from dream. i won’t go much into detail, but the overall message is; “you made me kill myself and i wanted you to live with that guilt.”

he has a breakdown, of course, because telling an anxiety ridden psychotic 17 year old that he’s the reason you killed yourself probably isn’t the best way to do things!!!!

he goes to sapnap and george after his little breakdown, and they tell him he’s not dead at all. he’s in jail.

but, regardless, here’s the whole parallel i told u you’d fucking hate ^___^ “and he wants dream to hug him again, and he wants dream back so badly, he needs dream back he needs him he needs him why did he leave him—“ “ranboo loved dream. dream was his boss, and dream was his tutor, and dream was his friend, and dream was everything he had, and now he’s gone”

he goes to a park and it’s basically midnight, or at least VERY late. tubbo calls him. he doesn’t know what he’s saying. he doesn’t hear anything.

eventually, though, he hears him ask for him to say something because ranboo hasn’t said a word since he picked up. and the only words he can muster up is “‘m a white dwarf.” and of course, tubbo is pretty confused. he’s also drunk, so. (a white dwarf is a dead/dying star…)

he goes back to his apartment, and the last thing it says in the chapter is;

“in the quiet of his bedroom, body and mind equally broken, ranboo beloved becomes a black dwarf.” (black dwarfs are theoretically white dwarfs minus the light and heat if i remember right)

#mootsies.bzzt #i feel ive said everything i needed to say so no additions in the tags

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knox-enden · 3 years ago

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Can you give us a shenanigans update with ranboo and techno? How's the potato war going?

OF COURSE

So, Ranboo isn't actually in the same district as Tommy and Tubbo did, because the Time Travel Teleportation messed with his Endermen Genes and it went a little haywire. He actually ends up in Hypixel, a place he's familiar with, but not in the same area as he's used to.

Techno actually thought Ranboo was one of Squid's goons lmao, but later on, as Ranboo finds out that he has no idea what's going on or how he got there, Techno's like "Alright ya can chill."

Ranboo is mostly surprised that Teenager Techno isn't as different as Present Techno, except that Teenager Techno actually seems a bit more social. And open.

Potato war is fine actually! Squid is a bit taken aback by Ranboo, and even tries to hire Ranboo as a spy! Ranboo finds himself in-between the strangest Frenemy situation ever and actually enjoys it. The Techno and Ranboo segment of the AU is more about Fluff and shenanigans than anything

#Teenager Techno may or may not have tried to stab Ranboo but once he deemed Ranboo as a nonthreat pretty much relaxed #he did find it strange that Ranboo looks at him with knowing eyes #but guesses it's because of his reputation #The Potato War is actually a very fun and time consuming contest between Squid and Techno and they're both having a blast #Ranboo mentions trying to get back to his friends to get back home and Techno's like #'aw yeah I know a guy with a lotta knowledge on tracking people. lemme just get this war done and i'll help ya'#mcyt #dreamsmp #dsmp #technoblade #ranboo #squidkid #knoxtalks #knoxau #knoxanswers #anon #time travel au

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prrism · 3 years ago

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I just binge read your babysitter!reader series (idk what to call it) and inhales deeply YOU CANT JUST LEAVE US THERE!! GIVE US A BABY RANBOO OR BABY NIKI ALL THE SYNDICATE NEED TO BE INVOLVED NOW!!! I want mmmmmoooooorrrrreeee

Okayokay, please don’t hurt yourself now. I’ll happily write more babysitter!reader stuff… We'll start with Ranboo

Ender Chibi

Summary: Just when you thought everything finally calmed down a guest arrives with a small enderman and a request…

Characters: Ranboo x Reader (feat. Tubbo)

Relationship: platonic

Pronouns: unspecified/kept neutral

It’d been awhile since your own adventure of being turned into a young child again and you were sure no more incidents would pop up again, however fate seemed to love putting you into these strange situations when you hear a knock on the door. You stretch yourself out after adding a few touches to your latest project, it was supposed to be a “simple” redstone contraption to help with keeping your items safe, and by simple we of course mean complicated, you could never understand how your friend made it look so easy whenever you’d pay him a visit.

“I’m coming!” You call when you hear the knocking again. Opening the door reveals Tubbo looking to you rather concerned. “Hey, are you alright?” You ask taking note of the minor shift in his gaze.

“Ummm, I have a problem and Phil suggested you’re the best help for the job.” Tubbo says sheepishly.

“What kind of problem?” You look at him suspiciously, this better not be going where you think it is. It takes him a second of looking around frantically to finally grab something just out of view.

��Uhh, here.” He holds up a rather small black and white creature who you could recognize instantly and you groaning in frustration, you thought this was over, how does this keep happening?

“Do you know how this happened to him?” You start off calmly as to not freak out the baby enderman you now held you your arm.

“Not really, we were just gathering some materials for Snowchester when I suddenly found him like this.” He explains simply, you nod and take a quick glance at Ranboo, he became a little squirmy at this so you tried to keep full eye contact to a minimum.

“Alright,” you finally say. “I’ll keep an eye on him until this wears off.”

“Oh thank you. You’re a real lifesaver you know that?” Tubbo says already making his leave.

“So I’ve been told!” You call watching him disappear into the distance. “I’m not even going to bother asking if you can speak, but can you at least understand me?” You glance down at Ranboo again, being sure not to look directly at him. He makes a small chirping sound similar to a regular enderman’s along side a small head tilt which was all the confirmation you needed. “Great, cool. Why don’t we play some games.” You suggest not waiting for an answer.

You spent the day entertaining Ranboo with various activities, finding that he would try and fail to teleport whenever he seemed to get too bored thankfully this helped you keep him from leaving and knowing when it was time for something else. Eventually you bring him outside, figuring the large open field you had fenced off would be enough space for him to explore without straying too far. Once you set him down did it fully click just how small he was as a child compared to his normal size, but it was also kinda adorable seeing him this tiny, especially when he made some happy enderman chirps and started exploring. While he busied himself with that you got to work on some farming, being sure to checkup on him every so often.

“Alright, beets are taken care of, now onto-“ An ear piercing shriek cuts you off as you frantically look around for the source of the sound. Eyes landing on an opened barrel you used for storing water. “Oh nononono!” You dash over and reach inside, quickly able to pull out a now crying Ranboo. “C’mon, let’s go get you dried off.” You mutter while hurrying inside. You snatch as many towels as you can and start to carefully dry the soaked enederman off, the damage was thankfully not too bad, certainly could’ve been worse had you not noticed immediately, but there were a few areas you still had to patch up.

When all was said and done you lay him down next to you to rest up. Apparently Ranboo didn’t like his position because he instead crawls up on your lap and curls up nice and comfy there for a nap. You chuckle quietly to yourself and gently smooth down his hair to further help him fall asleep. You’re about ready to doze off yourself when that now familiar whirling noise fills your ears, followed by more weight placed on your legs as a now normal sized Ranboo continues with his nap. You also continue the gentle action of smoothing down his hair until you’ve passed out too.

When you wake up you’re surprised to see that Ranboo was still sleeping away, guess you exhausted more of his energy then you thought. You give him a few soft nudges to coax him awake, not that you really wanted to disturb his peaceful sleep but your legs were going numb. Soon enough he starts stirring awake, opening his eyes and looking up at you very confused.

“Hello sleepyhead, have a nice nap?” You ask.

“Umm, why am- how did-I’m sorry.” He fumbles over his words.

“You have no reason to apologize.” You reassure, then you help recall the day for him watching him pull a book from his inventory and scribble down notes as you do. “If anything I’m the one who’s sorry.” You finish making him pause and look at you. “Had I been paying more attention to you over my farm you wouldn’t have fallen into that barrel of water. I was supposed to be responsible and yet…” You trail off with a sigh.

“Hey hey, it’s okay. I’m all better now thanks to you too, right? So it’s fine. I’ve had worse injuries.” He tries to reassure you, with a goofy smile.

“I guess, can’t help but feel a little guilty though.” You say with a hum. “Well it’s about time you make your way home.”

“Oh I get it, don’t want me around anymore I see.” He jokes, you playfully shove him.

“You’re always a delight to have around Ranboo, but I don’t think you want Tubbo or Micheal worrying about you.”

“Yeah fair. Thanks again (y/n). See you around.” He says as he makes his leave. You give him a wave as he makes his way home before heading back inside. “Alright, time to tackle you again.” You say with determination as you pull out some redstone and your friends instructions.

If you want to see more babysitter!reader stuff let me know what characters you’d like to, well babysit next

#dream smp #dream smp x reader #dream smp x platonic reader #dsmp x reader #dsmp x platonic reader #ranboo #ranboo x reader

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anarchy-and-piglins · 2 years ago

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Dark Wizard of OZ AU.

Technoblade is a bright young man. He helps run his family's farm. He's a little bit of a daydreamer, but he works hard. He has a little dog he loves, but the mean neighbor keeps picking at it and trying to get it to bite. Which, of course, it does. And they send out the pound to get the dog taken.

Technoblade's family doesn't do much to stop it, but luckily Apollo is well trained and escapes his prison and makes his way back to Techno. Techno knows his family will make him give up Apollo, so he runs away.

He meets a strange traveler in a very strange caravan. Dressed in normal clothes, but his sharp blue eyes seem to know something strange. He offers a meal and offers to read Techno's fortune. They talk, they have a bit of fun.

Here's where it differs from thr Original Oz.

When the strange traveler offers Techno to stay and travel with him, he is not trying to reverse psychology Techno into going home. He is very interested in keeping Techno close.

But Techno is already regretting running and decides to turn him down. The blond haired man frowns, before smiling only a little strained before warning Technoblade to be quick. That the weather doesn't look so good. Which Technoblade is confused about. Its sunny outside.

Except, by the time he gets home, it is storming in earnest. He can see the twister forming in the distance. The storm celler won't open, why won't it open??? He knocks and knocks but it remains shut, so he hurries inside the house and tries to find shelter.

The twister hits, and Technoblade is knocked unconscious by a random item falling off a shelf. When he wakes, he sees that his is high up in the center of the storm.

The house lands, and Technoblade cautiously exits the house to find an impossibly colorful town. The town is ecstatic to see him because his house landed on a tyranical witch, a man who professed himself their king but did nothing to help them, who would rather spend all his time napping.

The Good Witch Philza, a man who looks somehow familiar, appears and congratulates Technoblade. Technoblade never knew that people could have wings like a bird or dress in such strange robes.

The Wicked Witch Dream appears, furious that someone could murder his best friend, George. Technoblade gets flustered trying to explain that he didn't mean to. Furious, Dream turns to at least retrieve his friend's crown, a thing of power. But it isn't there? Where?

Good Witch Philza places it gently on Technoblade's head, right where it is supposed to be :). Dream is enraged and tries to attack Technoblade. But the crown was made to KEEP George safe from attack, it does nothing to Technoblade.

Technoblade just wants to go home, and tells the Good Witch Philza so. Philza gives him a knowing smile, and points him toward the Emerald City, saying that maybe the Wizard could help.

Technoblade goes on his journey, and runs into a strange trio. An incredibly clever kid named Tubbo who thinks he doesn't have a brain. A very emotional boy named Tommy who claims he doesn't have a heart. And a kid named Ranboo who claims to be not so courageous...which, yeah, that one tracks.

As Technoblade travels with them, they ask him about his life before. And more and more the answers are harder. When Tubbo asks about what his life was like, Techno's memory grows foggy. When Tommy asks about his family, he flubs the names and begins to forget faces. When Ranboo talks, he gets less and less confident in what he remembers.

They make it to the Emerald City, but the Wizard won't help unless they kill Dream. Which is so disheartening. Technoblade is starting to doubt...doubt that its even worth it. Maybe...maybe he should just stay here?

No. No, he's got to at least try. So he goes, and you get all the benchtrio + Techno action stopping the witch. But as Dream falls, he says something. About how he can't trust Philza. And a guy named Sapnap takes charge after the reigh of terror ends, leading Technoblade and the trio back to the Emerald City as heros.

Technoblade confronts the wizard, who starts to backtrack on what he said about helping until Bench Trio rip away the curtains. A brunette theater guy stands there.

His name is Wilbur and he really isn't magical. He comes from a place quite similar to Techno. He came to Oz some years ago and made a place for himself.

"How did you get here?"

"I...honestly, I can't quite remember? But Philza helped me out once I got here."

Apollo, good boy, wanders off and pulls out the hot air balloon. And it jogs Wilbur's memory enough to remember THAT'S HOW he got here. So they start setting jt up so they can both get home.

Of course Good Witch Philza shows up to see them off. Look he is even smiling he is so happy. The twitch in his eyebrow isn't actually there.

However, once everything is set up, a crow swoops down and tears the tether away before Wilbur OR Technoblade can get in. Wilbur accepts it pretty quickly, not all that bothered.

Techno is...les thrilled. But the Good Witch Philza comforts him, tells him he will help in anyway he can. And its not much, but he gives Technoblade an emerald earring, a small token of his appreciation.

Technoblade accepts it, puts the earring in and its like a weight is lifted from his heart. This isn't so bad, is it? It's just like his daydreams.

Good Witch Philza smiles happily at him, and guides him further into the Emerald City, already prepared his home.

Anyways, have a good day.

QKSQHJKQS YOU KEEP BLESSING MY INBOX WITH THESE

This one is so unique and interesting, I'm just.... hmmmmm

#technoblade #dark sbi #thoughts #asks #i don't have better words for this today i'm sorry #but I didn't wanna keep this in the inbox the world deserves to see

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positiveglitchexists · 2 years ago

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Soulmates

Warnings: Swearing but other then that none!

Notes: I had to rewrite this fic like five different times because I didn't like how it turned out so I hope this one turns out okayish- Also this one will be soft at one point and then just switch?? Idk man- but soulmate stuff just makes my heart swoon I swear- if you see a mistake just message me so I can fix it!!

THIS IS PLATONIC, PLATONIC SOULMATES. NO ROMANTICNESS.

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Tubbo hummed as he moved around the kitchen, checking through the cabinets and occasionally grabbing snacks (Popcorn, half a bag of m&ms) He slightly jumped when he heard a loud thump but relaxed when he saw it was just Tommy, who had his head covered with his arms on the counter.

He moved his head down to where Tommy's was, "You okay bossman?" Tommy suddenly lifted his head with a giant grin. "Tubbo, my greatest friend, my soulmate- some would even say my brother!"

Tubbo lifted his head up and crossed his arms, "What do you want Tommy?" Tommy sputtered, "Me??? Want something from you?? I'm actually offended you would think that Tubbo." They stood in silence for a bit before Tommy broke with a sigh. "Tubbooooo I need to see your soulmate mark."

Tubbo blinked and raised an eyebrow, "Why?" Tommy stopped for a second, "Because I wanna make sure it's still there!" Tubbo paused before lifting Tommy's arm. "You have yours don't you?-" He placed his finger on the mark. "-So we know it hasn't disappeared, Also I don't think permanent marks on your skin just disappear."

Tommy scoffed and looked at his arm with a frown before lifting his gaze back to Tubbo, "You are a bitch." Tubbo laughed, "Prick-" Tommy smiled softly for a second, Tubbo had moved back to looking through cabinets, zoning out thinking about his and Tommy's soulmate mark.

A music box covered by moss and flowers, the music box represented Tommy as the flowers represented Tubbo. He never really understood it but the day he find out Tommy was his soulmate was the happiest day of his life! It's actually a funny story on how they found out- Before he could get deeper in thought, Tommy interrupted him.

"Tubbooooo pleaseee" Tommy whined, making Tubbo laugh and pick up the popcorn he had finished making walking to the living room until he was slightly grabbed. "You prick- I swear if you make me drop this popcorn you won't be having anymore snacks!"

Tommy let go of Tubbo's hoodie, "Plus I'm wearing the corpse drip if it gets dirty think about how corpse would feel!" Tommy scoffed and rolled his eyes, "Your such a fuckin prick man- I just want to see!" Tommy pouted while Tubbo huffed at his insistent best friend. "Your getting your own coke." Tubbo shook his head playfully and walked into the living room, pausing for a second to think.

Really it wasn't that he disliked the soulmate mark, he was quite proud of it since it came in a lot later then it should've but it was more of where it is that makes Tubbo want to avoid the conversation. He's not even sure why Tommy wants to see it so bad when he shares the same mark- Which he had proven earlier!

Tubbo placed the popcorn on the coffee table, (that was usually never used for coffee strangely enough.)

Oh! Did he forget to mention today was movie night? Just between him and Tommy since Wilbur usually would insist on watching "The ant movie" or Phil wouldn't insist on some movie no ones ever heard of.

Tommy finally came out holding a coke and in the other hand was a fanta, Tubbo groaned at the sight of it. "Don't you think Ranboo gives me enough of that stuff." Tommy laughed and placed the drinks next to the popcorn. "What movie are we watching anyway?"

Tubbo laughed evily and rubbed his hands dramatically, "A horror movie!" "No." Tommy deadpanned. "Aw." Tubbo frowned, "What about the bee movie?" Tubbo shook his head, "Definitely not." They eventually scrolled through the tv and settled on some random adventure movie.

As soon as Tommy clicked start, the movie lit up with a colorful intro. Tubbo reached for popcorn and they got settled in next to each other.

About an hour into the movie Tubbo had changed positions like five times, eventually settling in a position with his torso on Tommy's lap and head settled on a pillow. His changing positions had caused his hoodie to slide up, revealing his stomach and soulmate mark.

Tubbo didn't notice, too entranced in the movie. Tommy on the other hand had definitely noticed, his fingers fidgeting when he looked at the mark.

Eventually Tommy rested his hand on Tubbo's stomach, using his finger to trace the outline of the mark. Tubbo giggled softly, Tommy, after double checking his friend wasn't in discomfort, continued to trace his finger on the outline of the mark.

when he made it back where he started, he traced the details. The flowers and the grass, eventually siding his finger to the music box where he tried his best to trace the details of it.

He eventually got bored and turned his attention to his friends face. Tubbo had his arm flung over his eyes, his cheeks a slight pink while he giggled softly not bothering to quiet himself. After the motion stopped he lifted his arm and looked at Tommy, smiling shakily. "Leheher moohohod?" "Yep!" Tommy popped the "p" at the end with a smile.

Tubbo cheeks turned red. "If yohou really want to you can cohontinue.." He looked away, flustered but Tommy smiled and began to trace Tubbo's soulmate mark again, this time using the blunt of his nails. He did it for a bit before he started to lightly trace his nails over Tubbo's sides, Tubbo squirmed but never tried to get up.

The atmosphere of the room was cozy. The movie was still playing but had become background music, Tubbo's giggles being the only noise Tommy focused on. Tommy eventually began to skitter his fingers against Tubbo's sides as gently as he could, apparently it wasn't gentle enough as Tubbo yelped and broke into loud laughter, his hands reaching for Tommy's to try and stop them. His legs reaching up to kick, (Tommy thankful he wasn't over there.)

Tommy giggled and stopped, letting Tubbo take a breath. "Yohohour so mehean! You knohohow that techchchnique tickles.." Tommy shrugged with fake innocence "I have no idea what your talking about Tubs." Tubbo narrowed his eyes and got up.

"Then i guess I'm leaving!" He got to the other side of the couch before his sweatshirt was grabbed, leaving him to fall onto the couch. "TOMMY-" Before Tubbo could even process, suddenly he was laying on the couch with Tommy sitting on his waist.

Tommy and Tubbo burst into laughter when they made eye contact, "Oh Gohohod- you lohohok so menacing!-" "it's because I am menacing!" Tubbo shook his head and Tommy gasped, "How dare you!" Tubbo giggled, "Your like.. The least menacing person!"

Tommy stopped smiling and he sighed, a comfortable silence filled the room before Tommy begin to lightly strum his fingers up and down Tubbo's sides. His eyes glued to Tubbo's soulmate mark.

Tubbo squirmed as he snorted through giggles, he looked away before his hands covered his soulmate mark. Tommy broke his stare and looked at Tubbo who was blushing up a storm. Tommy stopped to try and pull Tubbos hands off but he wouldn't budge.

"Tohommy plehehease!" Tommy snorted, "Please what? Please tickle you? Please stop tickling you? Please don't go to your death spot?" "Plehehease stohohop staharing!!" Tommy blinked for a second, now that was a weird request.

"Why?" "It tihihckles!" Tommy paused to think for a second before he laughed, "Oh my ghohod! Your so ticklish that it tickles when I look at your tummy?" Tommy finally managed to move Tubbo's hands and when he did he stared intensely at Tubbo's mark, making Tubbo laugh. "Does that tickle?" "Nohoho! It only dohohodes when you don't look like an idhihiot!"

Tommy frowned and looked at Tubbo, "I'm joking, I'm joking!- please Toms-" Tommy sighed and shook his head before he dug into Tubbo's sides, kneading them. Tubbo laughed loudly, shaking his head as to get rid of the feeling.

Tubbo had his mouth open, but all that came out was laughter. He didn't think he could talk if he wanted too, but he managed to prove himself wrong. "TOHOHOMMY!!" Tommy laughed along with Tubbo, "Y'know I'm so happy we are soulmates Tubbo, I mean I know that even without these marks we would've found each other but I'm still glad."

Tommy's eyes softened as he slowed down his tickling, going to back to dragging his fingers lightly up and down Tubbo's side. Tubbo's loud laughter turned to giggles, "your sohoho clingy!" Tubbo giggled, "Buhuhut I'm hahahappy we are souhuhulmates too!" He had the biggest grin on his face one so big Tommy knew he wouldn't be able to deny it.

Tommy eventually switched his hands up to Tubbo's shoulders, squeezing them while Tubbos shoulders came up effectively trapping Tommy's hands. "TOHOHOMMY- I SWEAR TO GOHOHOD-" "Well that's not very nice to swear at God is it Tubbo!" Tommy grinned and kept squeezing.

Tommy tugged down Tubbo's hoodie a bit, showing his shoulders. "Tubs is it okay if I try something?" Tubbo nodded his head, Tommy took a deep breath in before he placed his head down blowing a raspberry on Tubbo's shoulder.

The room was silent for a second, Tubbo's mouth was open with no sound coming out before he started laughing loudly, the feeling of the raspberry not leaving his shoulder even as Tommy lifted his head. "NOHOHOHOHO-"

Tommy grinned and eventually moved his hands back to Tubbo's shoulders,squeezing again. "TOHOHOMS MOVE!" "Well I can't move Tubbo! You've trapped me!" Tubbo tried to lift his head but whenever he got close, Tommy would squeeze once again.

Eventually Tommy got bored and moved his hands back to Tubbo's sides, squeezing and kneading the skin there before he scooted backwards. He pushed his head to face Tubbo's stomach before he blew a big raspberry, making Tubbo shriek.

"OKHAHAHY TOHOHOMMY IM DOHOHONE!!" Tommy stopped and lifted his head, he got off Tubbo legs as quickly as he could. Sitting back down on his side of the couch.

Tubbo took deep breaths, After a few minutes Tommy opened his arms "Hug?" Tubbo nodded and yawned, getting up and sinking into Tommy's arms. "We're gonna have to get up, yknow that right?-" "nope sleep."

Tommy groaned, "Fine sleep."

#lee!tubbo #ler!tommy #dsmp tickles #myct tickle #sfw tickle community #dsmp tickle #dream smp tickle

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winged-deity · 3 years ago

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If it’s alright may we please get a part four to heard it from uncle bad with, Karl, tommy, ranboo, foolish and fundy

Continuing the ever-growing series of parents finding out their child is learning profanity from Badboyhalo, thank you for the request, and hope this is to your liking!

warning: swearing, mention of gambling, rude language.

Heard it from Uncle Bad pt. 4

various DSMP reacting to child reader swearing

Karl Jacobs

You didn't see your dad a lot, you're not sure where he always went. You were always left with your other Dad, Sapnap.

you've heard your dad's arguing before, something about Karl not remembering Sapnap or even your Papa, Quackity.

But even though he seems to not remember either of his fiances, he seems to always remember every moment he spent with you, it made you feel special but also guilty because you could clearly tell it bothered Sapnap.

This was one of the rare times your dad was home, you were drawing in your room when you heard the front door open, at first you thought it was your other Dad, Sapnap but then you remembered he went to the prison to visit Dream and wouldn't be back until later.

You ran downstairs and hid behind the corner, you then spotted your dad, Karl, He was home! You immediately ran to his arms, taking a note of the strange-looking coat he was wearing. "Dad! you're home!" He smiled at this, wrapping his hands around you.

"Hey Pumpkin" He pets your head gently, ruffling your hair in the process. You giggled softly, before tugging on his coat "Where the fuck have you been?"

"P-pardon? What's with the profanity, Pumpkin?" He managed to stutter out, you tilted your head in confusion at this, what did he mean profanity?

You then explained that you had heard Bad use the word and you just thought it was fitting for the situation, Karl told you not to use the word anymore saying it was a bad word.

You tried to argue with him that Uncle Bad wouldn't use bad words, but he turned a blind eye and wrote something down in the little notebook he carried around (a/n: writing down to remember to confront bad).

Tommy

He wouldn't normally find cursing bad, he's Tommy after all. But after he adopted you and Shroud he was trying his damn hardest to control his language.

You and Shroud were having a playdate with Michael at Snowchester when the deafening sound of the prison alarm howled through the SMP.

You kids we're beyond confused on what was happening, though you being older you had a small hunch.

You looked at each other worriedly at the loud noise, that's when your parents busted through the door and started grabbing your toys as well as some food and started stuffing them into bags.

Ranboo grabbed Michael and you, as Tommy grabbed Shroud. Tubbo had grabbed the bags and was already running downstairs with a remote in hand.

You tried to ask your dad what was going on, saying you were scared. He kept quiet while Ranboo and he followed close behind Tubbo. You ended up in front of what looked like just a regular wall, but when Tubbo pressed the remote the wall revealed a secret bunker.

"Dad what the absolute fuck is going on!?" You screamed, tearing up from the overwhelming fear of not knowing what was going on.

He looked at you in shock for a moment, before turning back to Tubbo who was placing your bags in the bunker. "Nothing kid, don't worry about it- and watch your language, if Michael learns that from you Tubbo's gonna kick my ass"

"Sorry, dad.." you decided to keep quiet about where you learned it from, as the parents already seemed distressed enough.

Ranboo

You and your brother Michael were playing in your room, you had just gotten new toy swords from your dad so you wouldn't get bored while your parents were working.

You didn't notice that your papa had returned early from his syndicate meeting, so he caught you red-handed teaching your little brother how to say fuck.

"Come on Michael- go like this f-u-c-k" you smiled, you didn't think you were doing anything wrong. When you first heard the word Bad had said it meant to love. you were excited to show your parents how you taught your little brother, who primarily spoke piglin, how to say love in such a complex way.

Seems that Ranboo didn't like the idea too much, as he immediately walked over and lifted you up "What do you think you're doing?" He muttered tiredly.

You sighed with sadness in your voice when you explained to him that it was supposed to be a surprise for him and Tubbo. He quickly learned that you didn't actually mean any harm. He then explained why you couldn't use the word and took a mental note to blame what was to come to Bad as enderwalk Boo's fault.

Foolish

You were running around your Father's summer home, giggling to yourself while he worked away on the pyramid just outside.

You were pretending to be just like your Father, a literal god to say, it made you feel more connected to your Father despite your obvious outer differences. Not that he, Dream, or Puffy looked alike either though.

You weren't allowed to see your Uncle, he was in prison, you didn't know why though. Your Father and Puffy both said that he was a very bad person, what choice did you have but to listen?

You spun around in your silky robes your father got you, thinking to yourself these things while pretending that your stuffed animals were your worshippers (don't think of it in a weird way).

"you peasants are my loyal followers! You will follow my every fucking rule!" you giggled to yourself, you wish your father was here to hear you use advanced words. Lucky for you, he was there.

"[Full name]!" you heard your father's stern voice behind you, you turned around happily only to be met with his pissed-off-looking face.

"Dad! did you hear my advanced word? i learned it from Mr. Halo!" that was the moment his face scrunched up in slight disgust, not at all the name he was expecting to hear from you.

"Alright my little deity- I'll talk to Uncle Bad, so please don't use that word anymore, now run along little ruler" He smiled quietly at you.

Fundy

Fundy was a good Dad in his own way, despite his own rotting family life. Even you knew how terrible of a person your Grandpa Wilbur Soot was, the man even came back from the dead and still bothered your own Dad.

Fundy tried his damn hardest to be a good father, unlike his own, he didn't ever want someone to go through the same shitty family life he did.

You didn't like living in Las Nevadas, and your Dad didn't seem to like it either, but he worked for Mr. Quackity so both of you had to stay in Las Nevadas at all times.

The constant flashing lights, the smell of smoke and alcohol, the gamble-addicted hobos that flooded the streets you were forced to call home for the time being.

You had been babysat by Badboyhalo, you weren't close but your usual babysitter, Awesamdude, was busy looking after the prison while your Dad worked away at the casino.

You had been forced to witness Mr. Quackity and Badboyhalo argue, you didn't understand what they were even fighting about. But then bad cursed out Mr. Quackity, calling him a gamble-addicted fucker. The word was unfamiliar to you, but the moment you heard it, Quackity was already covering your ears muttering something about Fundy going to kill him.

Before you could ask for what the word meant, Mr. Quackity spoke to you "Don't use that word alright Morra? Your Dad wouldn't like it"

You had only nodded as a response, you trusted Mr. Quackity, he was nice to you and your Dad, even though he was the one forcing you and your Dad to live in that god-awful shithole.

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There's the 4th part of this series! Hope you enjoyed it, I really loved writing this.

-Deity

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