Monachopsis

Chapter 7

"Tubbo? Ranboo?" Tommy asked as he walked out of his room. "Why are you out here? It's 7 in the fucking morning." Ranboo smirked, "well, I thought you'd like someone to show you to the dining room, but ok then."

"No, wait no, I want breakfast." Tommy ran up to them. "Ah, well, do you prefer pancakes or waffles?" They turned towards the voice. Eret wearing a yellow sleeping gown was what met their eyes. 'Does he go to sleep looking that bloody elegant?' Tommy thought. "I was coming to lead you there, but I guess Ranboo has always been an early bird." Tubbo rolled his eyes. "Tell me about it dude."

"Hey, I get the bills payed. Remember that." Ranboo smirked. "Not right now, you aren't," Tommy sneered.

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Walking into the dining room, everyone was in awe, except Eret and Ranboo. Eret had a look of determination on his face, and Ranboo needed to know why. Eret walk right over to Papa J, who was on his computer. "What're you doing?" Ranboo asked. "Aye, ya know, CSC shit."

"Huh?" Tommy queried. "Customer surveillance crew. We watch the people that buy from us, and we watch the actual exchanges with ten fold the surveillance." Eret pulled out a pager looking thing. She pressed one of the buttons. "Breakfast's almost ready." He released it. "Anywho," Ranboo inquired, "who's trade you watching?"

"Look for yourself." Papa J tightened out of the corner of Tubbo's eye, so he leaned over to see as well. "It's our dads."

"Oh, Tubbo, your Toby? Toby Johnston? I'm so sorry about your dad." Eret hugged him. "Thank you, Eret, but I'm over it now."

"...Ranboo?" Everyone's heads shot towards the source of the voice to see a person with long black hair. "Aimsey." Ranboo smiled. "

"Turbo...?"

"Aimsey?" Tubbo asked. "Mhm." Tubbo ran to Aimsey and hugged him, and fixed her beanie. "Toby and I went to the same park to beg around before you lot picked me up, Ranboo. And Toby, they picked me off the streets because I was never really there. Just a spy, of sorts." They smiled. "Aim here is Eret's younger sibling. Both use all pronouns. Couldn't get anymore confusing." Ranboo laughed.

They all sat down to eat and A little kid following his mother who was bring their drinks piped up, "Ranboo, did your dad actually name you that? If so, I'm sorry."

"Oh, no, I chose my name. Second, ok jerk. I was named after my dad and wanted no connection to the piece of crap.

"Well, that hurts." A weight fell into the chair left of Papa J, the one left to it empty. A clink of class resonated through the room. "And no one asked for your input, Markus." Ranboo spat. "Woah woah, chill out. What did I do? Is that how you treat your father?"

"You aren't my fucking father." The room went silent. Tommy and Tubbo hadn't ever heard Ranboo say anything other than "ass, shit, or damn," as far as curses go. Aimsey broke the silence. "What types of fighting are you interested in, Tommy?" Tommy couldn't respond. "Tubbo?," Ranboo asked, before realizing what he just said. "You know, Schlatt asked me to find Tubs for him, thanks for bringing him to me." He scooted back his seat and walked to Ranboo. "You wouldn't have made that slip up 2 years ago. Tubs and Tommy here softened you up."

"Isn't that good for you? Heck, if it was true, that is."

"What'd you mean, kid? Stop speaking in riddles, I'm too high for that shit right now."

"Markus, please-"

"Shut it Eret. What'd you wanna say kid?"

Ranboo exhaled. "If I was soft I wouldn't be able to beat your ass!" Ranboo flipped off the chair, over the chair back as his dad ran towards him. They walked backwards towards the wall. Mark was a yard (about 3 meters) from him when Ranboo jumped, pressed against the wall, and pushed forward. He landed on the chair behind his dad and threw 2 stars; a distraction. "See? You softened up! You mistake-"

They jumped onto his shoulders, and for a split second, he was a little kid. Papa J putting him on his shoulders, carrying them around. The next second, he wrapped his legs around Markus's shoulders, touching toes on the man's back, and flipped. Mark flipped backwards, while Ranboo shot into the air. When he landed, he had the man pinned, nightlock blade centimeters from his throat.

"Ah yes," Ranboo chuckled, "I've gone soft."

The room dropped a few degrees, right then and there.

"Ranboo. Sit. Now. Markus, don't mess with the kid. Go home. That's an order."

Ranboo got up and sat down. "What if I don't?" Mark asked.

"Then I'll let Ranboo slit your throat with that fancy blade of his." Papa J smiled. "Got it?"

"Yes sir. Bye Mark, bye Toby."

"Fuck off." Tubbo spat.

"Heh, just like your father." Were his last words as he walked out. Tubbo fell quiet.

"Tubs, go to my room. Same with you Tommy. Please." He got no response except the screeching of the chairs as they scooted them to stand. 'The shuffling of feet, dad's lighter flicking on, a sniffle.'

"Ranboo, we need to talk."

Edit: So, I edited Billzo out of the fanfic because he said he didn't want to be put in fanfics, and that was recently brought to my attention. I'd suggest re-reading this chapter XD