Remember ~Dreamnoblade~ pt1

Eighteen

~being a 'normal' functioning human being, what's that? I guess I have to start taking anxiety medicine today because my mom won't get off my ass about it. It goes deep than just not wanting to. I don't like the idea of taking routine medication. My brain just doesn't like doing things routinely in general. I can't brush my teeth everyday and it's not because of depression, it's because my brain doesn't like doing things routinely unless it becomes an OCD. Also I've seen several people ask me to platonically marry them, and my answer is yes. We can all exist in a platonic polyamorous marriage together. Love you my lovlies <3 TW->talk of a dead mother and disowning of a brother figure

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"Psst... Ranboo." Tubbo whispers, turning his head to face the younger preteen in the bed next to his.

"Hmm?" Ranboo hums, wincing at the pain in his hip as he does so.

"How are you?" Tubbo asks, this being the only time the two have been awake at the same time.

Ranboo doesn't say anything for a second and then breathes in deeply, having to bite his lip to keep from yelling out in pain.

"That bad? Is it your hip? I think that's what Ant said." Tubbo asks, thinking out loud.

"Yeah." Ranboo says in a strained voice. "They haven't taken the piece out yet, said it was because it was stopping me from bleeding out."

"Oh- goodness-" Tubbo says, looking back up at the ceiling. "Do you think they'll ever be able to take it out?" He asks in a very small voice.

"I don't know..." Ranboo says, breath getting caught in his throat for a second afterwards.

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"Fuck-" Tommy yelps being suddenly caught by the elbow by a hand beside him. "Get your grimy hands off of me, bitch! Get back! I've trained under The Blade! You don't want to mess with me-" He starts yelling, flinging his arms around aimlessly, stopping once he sees that it's Fundy.

"Please don't hit me." Fundy says, taking a few steps back.

"Sorry about that one man. Just goes to show how dangerous I am. Don't sneak up on me. I'll kill you." Tommy says the last part louder, intentionally letting other people hear what he was saying.

"Anyways... I wanted to ask you where Phil was because I've been looking around all day and I haven't been able to find him." Fundy says.

"Oh- well you see... Well..." Tommy trails off to think. "Well you know I actually haven't seen him since this morning in the infirmary. I don't believe he is still there."

"Oh, okay. That's fine." Fundy says, starting to walk off.

"I can help you look for him." Tommy says.

"That's not necessary-" Fundy starts to say.

"You can be my temporary Tubbo, you short bitch." Tommy says, slinging his arm over Fundy's shoulders.

"I'm not that short." Fundy says. (Fundy is 5'4" in this. I've decided this just now and Tubbo is 4'10")

"Short enough to be temporary Tubbo." Tommy says, starting to walk down the path, practically dragging Fundy along with him.

They walked like that far too long before they found Phil at Fundy's house.

"What are you doing to the poor boy?" Phil asks, seeing Fundy somehow hunched over beside Tommy, somehow being pushed down by the arm over his shoulders.

"What do you mean, Phil? We're just being swag." Tommy says, finally letting go of the fox hybrid who immediately steps away from the taller, stretching his shoulders that had become cramped.