Ranboo's POV:
it's been six years since i left, or well i think it is. I barely even remember where i'm from, or why i wanted to leave, I only remember this weird feeling... like being imprisoned, but still being free. it doesn't make sence, it doesn't make sence at all, where am i from? and who made me feel imprisoned? why did i feel imprisoned?
I am sitting in my own nightmare, repeating the few things i remember, trying to maybe erase a memory but nothing is happening. i decided sitting alone and thinking about my past was probably the best and the closest place i could think of being the panic room. There are old signs from when Dreams control was at it's worst, since he's been imprisoned the enderwalk has been rare. It seems like the second i stop thinking about Dream, i start overthinking about my past why cant i just be free, i want to leave but there is so many reasons i shouldn't do it, i wrote down my reasons in a book and every time i glance over them i get this horrible feeling like im the most arrogant person i couldn't just leave this behind
'leave:
- no dream
- noone is going to hurt you
- no sides to take
stay:
- Michael and Tubbo
- would i even be free from the enderwalk?
- i will never see my friends again
- what if i had parents and they are looking for me?'
glancing back at the list only focusing on the last reason 'what if i had parents and they are looking for me?' i started to grow a bit angry who am i trying to fool there is no parents and definetly not anyone looking for me. I closed the book, stepped outside and took a deep breath.
(298 words)
a/n: i tried making it angsty dont think it worked but whatever
if youre still interested in the story at this point, thank you