+*+* Chaos Is Beautiful +*+*

I Need To Work With What I have

A bit of angst . . .  ;) 

Ps I used Quackity's real name a few times too.

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The silence ate the room. Ranboo pushed his thoughts out. I hoped that Tommy had possibly not mentioned my name is Toby. Actually, it's Tobias but everyone knew me as Toby. After the breakup I had a bit of a problem. As I mentioned earlier, I had a thing for going to the club or to parties every night so I needed a name. Not Toby or else someone could track me down. That's when Tubbo came in and after all the depression and stuff I was pretty much used to the name Tubbo. I had grown to hate Toby. The innocent child who was foolish enough to think love was great. That he would stay forever. That life was happy ever after.

Who am I kidding?

Yourself dumbass.

Oh, shut up. I crack out of my head to see what was happening. I'm positive Tommy wants to beat the hell out of Ranboo right now but he was holding it in. Let me just say, if Tommy's your friend it'll feel like you have an over protective brother.

I see Tommy's hand shaking slightly.

Guilt spread over me. What if he couldn't do it. Am I forcing him? Am I doing the right thing?

My thoughts are interrupted by Ranboo's voice once again.

"I need an answer, Tommy."

We all hear a mumble escaping Tom's mouth but it was muffled.

Ranboo expresses his confusion a little harshly.

"Tommy, open your damn mouth and speak up."

Rude. How did you ever love him?

Even I didn't have an answer for that. You know what I do. Because it wasn't this guy I fell in love with. It had been 10 minutes since he even entered and I already knew he was different. His whole vibe was off.

"No, I don't Ranboo. I haven't seen him since you left." Tommy spit out with such hate it felt like he was spitting venom on Ranboo's face.

Ranboo's anger quickly fades away, being replaced with a look of grief and, I didn't know if it was real, . . . regret.

Weird.

The room was different now. Rather than a cosy sweet home it had now become a jail cell. I was trapped in here.

I speak up. "I think we should get some air. All of us."

My thoughts added, 'especially you.'

True.

I get out of the thought bubble and stand straight up. I get to the corridor where Tommy pulled me in earlier. When I walked through here half hour ago, I had no idea I would see the boy I didn't even want to see in my thoughts here.

How things escalate.

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As I left, I think Tommy followed immediately after. Wilbur and Quackity stayed in the room for a while to process what had happened. I felt a bit bad. They had nothing to do with this but they had to get involved now.

They ended coming out soon enough though. Ranboo was still inside the whole time. We four were outside while he sat there inside. Probably thanking every god that Tommy didn't know me. Or else he would have to deal with me sooner or later.

Let's forget about that for a bit.

When I exited the house/studio I took in the scenery. When we entered, I didn't really look properly. Probably because I was really close to having an anxiety attack.