As Techno hung up the phone, Tubbo was left confused. He walked over to Ranboo, who was playing on the floor with Michael.
"Who was on the phone?" Ranboo asked.
Tubbo, still holding the phone in his hand, responded, "It was Technoblade." Fear covered Tubbo's face, his hands sweaty.
Ranboo looked up at Tubbo, "Are you alright, Tubbo?"
Tubbo put the phone down, he began to rub his hands together anxiously. He walked closer to Ranboo, "Hey Ranboo, we need to head over to Sam's. Something's going on with Phil, and I don't think it's good."
"What do you mean?" Ranboo said.
Tubbo became frustrated, "I don't know the details, but something's wrong."
"How do you know?" Ranboo asked.
"I just- something is wrong, I can feel it," Tubbo asserted.
Ranboo stood up, "Okay, okay, let's go." He picked up Michael and walked over towards Tubbo. He put his hand on Tubbo's shoulder for comfort. They got their shoes on and walked out the door. Tubbo walked at a slightly faster pace than Ranboo. The three were less than two miles from Sam's. It was only a matter of time before they would get there.
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Flightless
Fanfiction*GENDER NEUTRAL TERMS* *TRIGGER WARNINGS* This is a Dsmp fanfic about you, the reader, referred to as Y/N, meaning "Your Name," and how you lost your wings. You are the youngest sibling of Sleepy Bois Inc. and are losing patience waiting to fly agai...
