⚠️ TW: blood, self harm, self hate, crying ⚠️
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It was 10 in the morning when Ranboo finally woke up on this particular Sunday morning.
He didn't move, he just stared at his ceiling as usual, deep in thought.
Another day of waking up in the morning and being reminded that he was still here, still alive, still fighting.
Not that that was a good thing, in his opinion.
Another day of sadness, of depression.. regret.. pure misery and unhappiness..
Another day of feeling like he was trapped in the cage of life, with God having thrown away the key, straight into the endless, dark and empty void.
Oh how he wished he could just go there himself, and never return to this hellhole of a life.
Mood..
He remembered that he had promised Tubbo last night that he'd call him on discord this morning. Maybe there was something good hidden in that. It might help distract him from life in general.
He sighed, unwillingly getting out of bed, and going over to his PC to start up discord.
They had also talked about finally doing a livestream after Ranboo's long and mysterious break, so he quickly went live on Twitch, but not before making sure that he looked like he was in a camera-worthy state.
He said his hellos to his chat, before he searched for Tubbo's profile on discord, and clicked the "call" button.
Almost immediately, the other boy awnsered.
'Hey Tubbo..' Ranboo said, trying to sound enthusiastic. Tubbo knew he was streaming. Not only did he get the notification, but they had discussed the time they would stream last night as well.
'Hey sexy..' Tubbo replied cheekily. You could hear the obvious smile in his voice.
Ranboo internally felt himself laugh, and also blush. Thank god he was wearing his mask..
'Ho- how are- how a- are y- how are- how-' he rambled, and heard Tubbo laugh loudly on the other end of the call.
He smiled slightly as well, willingly this time.
Tubbo somehow always had a way to cheer him up, it was really sweet, actually.
(THIS IS ALL PLATONIC SHUT UP YOU CHAOTIC LITTLE SHITS I SWEAR 😖🤚)
After he recovered, he managed to say,
'So how are you doing..?'
'Not bad, pretty good, actually. What about you?'
Ah, here it was. The question Ranboo had been dreading.
But lying wasn't made to be forgotten, he thought.
'Oh, I'm fine.. wanna- uh.. play Minecraft or sumthin?' He asked, successfully changing the subject.
'Sure! I'll load up a new survival world, and dm you the code. One second!'
***
The two of them played for about two hours before they got bored, and just talked about random nonsense.
This talk was currently leading them to a heated conversation about the morality of killing insects, Ranboo had honestly completely forgotten how they got to the topic.
'Okay, but to be honest. The only insect worth killing is a bee.' Ranboo taunted, knowing full well about Tubbo's almost unhealthy obsession with bees. It seemed to work too well, as the next second, Tubbo burst out;
'I BEG YOUR FUCKING PARDON, BITCH!?'
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