Why Me? {Magical Boys Benchtrio}

Catch me!

Tubbo stumbled as he ran through the darkening cliff side. They'd been running until the sun set. He was worried about Puffy and Schlatt. Would they be able to hold off that wielder? Would Sapnap come for them next?

"Here!" Ranboo pulled their group into a cave, "we'll hide here for now."

Wilbur pulled Tommy closer as they wondered further into the cave. Ranboo summoned a ball of light, casting purple shadows on the walls. Tubbo felt Ranboo's tail curl around his wrist. He was exhausted. Transforming for so long took a lot of energy, and on top of that he was still recovering from the poison.

Tubbo tripped over his hooves. Ranboo threw the light in the air, catching him quickly before he fell.

"Are you okay?" Ranboo asked.

Tubbo shook his head, "I need to stop..."

Ranboo nodded, guiding Tubbo over to the wall, "okay. We can rest here for a bit."

Tubbo sat down heavily, transforming back into a human form. Tommy and Wilbur sat next to him. All of them were exhausted from running and fighting the entire day.

Ranboo walked a few paces away. Tubbo watched as he touched the ground. Purple flames sprouted up from his fingertips. Ranboo smiled lightly, his tail flicking.

Tommy shrugged off his bag, digging out some of the best food and passing it out, "here. We fucking earned this."

Tubbo smiled lightly, taking the cookies and soda, "hell yeah."

Wilbur gave the boys a look as he took the food, "how did you get this?"

"We sold flowers." Ranboo said as he sat down, conjuring an allium illusion.

"Oh." Wilbur let out a small laugh, "I thought you stole it."

Tommy gasped, "you really think we would stoop so low!?"

Wilbur chuckled, rubbing his brothers head, "well you did run away on a magical adventure to find magical weapons and save the world."

The boys fell silent. Everything that happened within the past 24 hours started to sink in. All of them were from the magical world. Tommy and Wilbur were the sons of the most powerful wielder. And Tubbo met his real dad, only to leave the same day.

"So... What now?" Tubbo asked.

Ranboo pulled out his compass spell, "we find the axe."

Wilbur's eyes widened as purple particles filled the air. They trailed further into the cave, lighting up the stone walls as they floated. Ranboo frowned, holding his scythe closer.

"This is incredible!" Wilbur gasped softly, gently nudging one of the particles.

"Shh!" Ranboo hissed, "if the axe is here, more Masks will be too."

Tubbo stood on shaking legs, transforming as he pulled out his sword again, "I'm ready."

"No." Wilbur stood, pushing Tubbo back down, "you still need to rest. You too Ranboo. Neither of you are in any condition to fight."

"The Masks could attack any second!" Ranboo told him.

Wilbur gently pushed the scythe down, "the cave goes on for a while. They're probably a lot deeper in. Rest for now."

Ranboo hesitated, but nodded, transforming back into a human form. He realized just how tired he was. The taller sat down next to Tubbo, takin the cookie he offered.

The fire crackled in the silence, making Tubbo even drowsier than before. The boy leaned his head on Ranboo's shoulder. He was so tired...

The soft sound of music filled the air. No one had noticed Wilbur had his guitar with him as they ran. Now the man was plucking the strings in a soothing melody.

"The sky is dark and the hills are white as the storm-king speeds from the north to-night. And this is the song the storm-king sings, as over the world his cloak he flings. Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep. He rustles his wings and gruffly sings. Sleep, little one, sleep."

"On yonder mountain-side a vine, clings at the foot of a mother pine. The tree bends over the trembling thing and only the vine can hear her sing. Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep. What shall you fear when I am here? Sleep, little one, sleep."

"The king may sing in his bitter flight. The tree may croon to the vine to-night, but the little snowflake at my breast liketh the song I sing the best. Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep. Weary thou art, anext my heart. Sleep, little one, sleep."

The boys were fast asleep now, bathed in the soft blue light that came from the strings of Wilbur's guitar. Wilbur paid any mind to the glow before, figuring it was always a trick of the light. But now he thought, maybe it might be magic.

Wilbur rolled his eyes with a small smile, taking the heart pin out. Magic wasn't his thing. This was Tommy's adventure, and he'll be waiting at home with hot chocolate when Tommy comes back.