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It was a rare quiet, and surprisingly rainy day in the Artic Commune. Ranboo was standing in front of a window, watching the rain fall, listening to the quiet but powerful pitter patter caused by the raindrops as they crashed onto the ground and his roof.
The rain was unexpected, to say the least. He had made plans with Tubbo a few days prior but had to cancel due to the rain. He would wear his armor, but he was currently fixing up the damaged armor, the water enchantment becoming dull.
So here he was stuck, having to watch the sky sob, its tears raging onto the surface of the Earth. Ranboo wished he was like the Earth. He wished he could cry, let it all out, without the worry of hurting. He liked to think they related to the Earth. The planet had gone through many challenges and the ground had gotten hurt a multitude of times. Ranboo saw himself in this. Ranboo saw how plants would flourish after each pour. How the Earth would grow back to be even more beautiful each time it was destroyed. He wished he could become strong like the Earth. Ranboo looked up to the Earth. Ranboo wished he could be as strong as the Earth.
And not just the Earth, no. He wished he was like Tubbo, his husband. Ranboo noted everything that Tubbo told him about himself. He’s noted down that Tubbo has been through so many challenges, whether painful or not. But after each challege that Tubbo faced, he was strong, he stayed in the game. Ranboo looked up to Tubbo for that, however, Ranboo can see right through him.
Ranboo sees that Tubbo is hurting, he notices that Tubbo masks his hurt behind a strong face. Ranboo wished that Tubbo would bother them with his problems, he wished Tubbo could fully trust again. He wished Tubbo would put all his trust in him. Ranboo wanted inside Tubbo’s brain, he wanted to see his thoughts, his memories – good and bad. Ranboo wanted to take his pain away, give him peace. Ranboo wanted him to be happy.
They were both still kids. Ranboo wished Tubbo was allowed to act like a kid again. Ranboo wished that he, himself, could act like a kid again. He wished Tommy could act like a kid again. Why couldn’t they act like kids, when that’s what they are? Why do they have all these pressures on them when they're kids? It’s like as soon as you can hold a sword, you’re an adult in the eyes of others. They become a slave to the traditions of the server. They get manipulated because this is all they know, their brains are still maturing.
Ranboo wanted to scream. He wanted to scream until he passed out. He wanted the whole server to hear his pain. He wanted to get it out. However, he knew he wouldn’t be allowed to, so what does he do? He goes to sleep, relaxing until the sun sets off the clock in his head which makes his eyes open to the light.
The mornings was always the hardest.
\_/ TIME MACHINE: TIME SKIP TO LIMBO \_/
Ranboo was stuck in limbo. He hated everyone, well everyone except Tubbo and Tommy, as well as Phil and Techno. Everyone else could care less about. However, the ones he extremely hated were Wilbur, Quackity, Dream, the Eggpire, and any other stupid manipulators.
Each “day” was filled with thoughts, thoughts about what he would do if he was alive tomorrow. He had the perfect plan. Steal a page from Tommy’s book. Get a backbone and don’t respect anyone who he hates. Get back at those who hurt him and his friends. Become a new person.
No more chocolate éclair. If he comes back, they’re going to witness Hell. He’s going to fight back. This world has given him nothing but hurt, and if nobody’s gonna stop it, then he’s going to fight back.
Time passed. Does he know how much? No. However, when he looked into the distance, Ranboo saw a soft, golden glow. Something was opening. Then, he saw it. He saw the smile. His confusion turned into disgust. But when he was told he was getting revived, he smiled, running to the glow. And as he walked closer, he saw his ghost. Ranboo stopped and stared at his ghost.
“How is it?” he asked. “Go give them Hell, memory boy.” The ghost responded. Ranboo nodded and continued forward. He entered the light and woke up on the Earth’s surface. He woke up to the portal in the Artic Commune. He looks over, and he sees his beloved, his loud friends, the crow, and the god, and Ranboo smiled. Ranboo jumped for joy, and he ran to them.
It has been a couple weeks since Ranboo’s been alive, again. He decided to lay low to see what would happen, as well as getting used to life again. He was planning on going to the remains of L’’Manburg the next week, but these plans were ruined due to a certain person came to visit.
Ranboo, Phil, and Techno were doing some outdoor chores while chatting. This went on until Ranboo caught onto footsteps from farther away. He looked in the direction they came from, and there he was, Wilbur Soot.
The plan from Limbo was going to be in action, he was waiting for this moment. He was so ready to snap at someone who wronged him, someone who used him. But for now, he would go back to playing with the dogs.
He could hear Phil talking to Wilbur, and Ranboo couldn’t blame him, Wilbur was Phil’s son. He could hear that Techno popped in the conversation a couple times, mostly just a simple adlib. Ranboo was content with not being in said conversation, well, until Wilbur called for him. “Oh, is that Ranboo over there?” Wilbur pointed at him. “Sure is, mate,” Phil responded. Ranboo could see Wilbur walking over to him, a smile evident on his face. Ranboo wasn’t falling for that smile again.
“Ranboo! How’s it going, man?” Wilbur’s voice was raised in excitement. Ranboo had been waiting for this moment for a long time. “Long time, huh? Took you long enough to come back here, Wilbur.” He retorted, his tone annoyed and slightly aggressive.
Wilbur put his hands in the air in response, “Woah, man, where did that attitude come from?” Ranboo sighed, setting his thumb and pointer finger on opposite sides of his nose, “Why are you, -” he pointed at the man; “- here, Wilbur?” He said his name with emphasis.
Wilbur’s eyes went wide in surprise, not expecting this from Ranboo, unsure of what to say. “I, um... Wanted to see how you were doing... Y’know, how you’re holding up from what happened at Las Nevadas.” Ranboo smiled on the inside after seeing the other’s reaction to his words. He realized that he’s making Wilbur’s confidence lower.
“I mean, last time I checked I was alive, so I think I’m doing pretty good.” He watched as Wilbur took a deep breath, waiting a few seconds before responding. “That’s great to hear, Ranboo! Listen, I want to make this visit quick cause I have some new ideas, and I wanted to talk to you about some of them. That good with you?” Wilbur talked quickly, yet efficiently, he smiled ear to ear, excited to work on some brilliant, new ideas.
“Oh Wilbur, that sounds oh so very great!” Ranboo said, sarcastically. “If only I could care about whatever stupid and dangerous plan you have going on in your head.” Wilbur stood there, shock in his face. He was taken aback by the statement. However, he quickly recovered from his state of shock. “Okay, that was one time. I didn’t mean it to go that badly. Genuinely.”
Ranboo chuckled, easily looking through the lies. “Wilbur, you should go look in a mirror. Good day.” Ranboo said. Ranboo smiled. Ranboo flipped his hair, and walked away, making sure to give Wilbur the finger before going inside his house.
He could get used to this.