"I would ask you the same question as you in my house but I already know who you are, your Charlie slimecicle and that's- WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO RANBOO! Is he ok? Is he even alive?!"
"He's fine just recovering, we thought this house was abandoned"
"Oh ok- wait a minute, sorry you thought this house in perfect condition, with signs of life, recently watered plants, and fresh food in was abandoned?! You idiot!"
"We thought it was abandoned because of the location. Also the graffiti on the sides"
"I get the location is weird but still! Also that graffiti was me! I like to paint on walls"
I feel like I can trust this person even though I don't know them, I feel like I've met them before.
The stranger left us to our devices to go have a shower. Apparently they took a spontaneous trip to the desert. There's sand all in their hair.
A few hours later I awoke and got up from the floor, I was sleeping by Ranboo who had the bed and the stranger was on the sofa.
There was a weird tapping noise coming from the window, when I looked I saw nothing. I felt something against the back of my head. A gun.
Oh no. . .
Bang
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Running - generation loss
FanfictionWhat happens when one is badly injured and the other must fight to keep them alive, what happens when they escape showfall media and are running from the masked workers back to real life, what happens to them, what happens to Ranboo and Charlie
