When I got the call from Tubbo I did not expect it was about getting the first aid kit ready. Usually it's stuff about where to go or reminding me about stuff, sure they were on patrol but they usually don't get into that much trouble.
When the door opened I sprung to my feet, helping Tubbo drag Ranboo to the couch. "Sit down, you overcooked spaghetti noodle! I need to patch up your wounds!" I yelled at a tall boy standing in front of me.
"Tommy. I'm fine." Ranboo insisted. I scoffed in annoyance, a hint of concern lacing it. Tubbo was giving Ranboo a disapproving glare from his spot next to the couch.
"No you're not Ranboo! You just got stabbed. And your always telling me I'm being too reckless." Ranboo took off their mask. Exposing his face. His eyes were mismatched colors. One eye is red, the other green.
"Fine. If I let you patch me up will you calm down?" He sighed before sitting down. My heart swelled with triumph.
"Yes, I will. Tubbo gets the gauze. Now Ranboo, on a scale from one to ten how deep do you want your grave to be for when Tubbo comes back, and don't forget to tell me what kind of flower you want." Ranboo groaned, paling drastically as they looked at the ceiling, looking like they were reconsidering all their life decisions. Classic boob boy.
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FanfictionThis is just a compilation of a bunch of ideas I had to "Sorry I only spea-Tommy! Shut the fuck up!" That I never added. Some are cannon, others are an alternate timeline. I hope you like it. This story will make no sense if you have not read the fi...
