Ivory - xlvii ; Voice
Created: 02.07.23
Finished: 02.13.23
Edited: 06.03-06.23 / 06.08.23
Published: 06.11.23
Trigger Warning: flashbacks, explicit description of a panic attack, heavy gore - discretion advised, screaming/swearing, derealization, death and revival
Word Count: 4928
A/N: I was like wondering when I created and finished the draft of this chapter. Turns out, this is also a part of the Obsidian Walls..but it seemed that I ended up separating it from the rest cuz the whole thing is like..10K+ words alone if I remember right. Leaving this chapter to be called: Voice. Sounds lame..at the same time, I don't know how to name it to anything else.
Supposed to put a wholesome little flashback, but I ended up just putting it here altogether, so this chapter is very long..almost reaching to 5000 words alone. I gave up cutting it off, you guys deserve a long one..and hopefully it wouldn't be boring. I always fear that long chapters make people lose interest.
tw: blood tho but..i got blood on my fingers O-o dont peel ur lips y'all
anygay- enjoy the chapter, blame @Weirdotable if u cry or get all upset /j / j/j
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P.S. I'm supposed to publish this hours ago..and then my head said, 'you need to make 3 more art for this chapter' to make up for being late, and being bad, terrible author- whatever my stupid brain spat- So I couldn't publish yet until I get to finish it. There's already a dedicated art for this chapter made 3 months ago, now theres 3 more art. And now since they're all 4 together, since it's 4..why not make it 5 instead? So yes..in this chapter, there are 5 dang artworks. I made all 4 artwork in a span of..11 hours? There were pauses, so the whole work cost within those hours. I rushed them so I pray they don't look too ugly, and yes, I enjoyed doing all of them dont you worry. So...I hope you guys like it.
I'm going to take an hour nap after this before going to church, and I haven't slept for almost a day. I'm really worsening my mental state- haha- hope for the best I won't have any nightmares..it'll be a nap, so..less likely.
Enjoy, and thank you<3
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"Alright, Michael..again..ah-eh-ee-oh-ooh"
Ranboo smiled with his teeth out, hearing that lovely voice across the room.
The house might be too small for him to fit in, but still, as long as he lived with his family, he could handle a few more back pains - he was used to them anyway.
He lowered himself down as he passed around the hallways, reaching Michael's room where his husband taught his son the overworld language.
He frowned at that, he noticed that with his natural speech patterns, Michael would have a hard time to talk at all.
But still, they were all persistent to aid him in order for them to understand each other.
The two could hear Michael trying, Ranboo smiling every time Tubbo praises him for his good work.
Ranboo smiled at the sight, but then he noticed that his love seemed..tired.
He must be overworking himself again, and here he was babysitting Michael even though Ranboo was around.
Shaking his head, he entered the scene when he saw that Tubbo began to droop, despite Michael trying to wake him up,
"You did a good job today.." Ranboo cheered, petting his son close to him. Michael cried; appreciated by his father's words, "Why not we have ourselves some shut eye, hm?"
Pouting, the zombie piglin whined, crossing his arms, "You can always play tomorrow when the sun is out. But now, it's late and that means-"
Michael fumed but nodded begrudgingly,
"Younglings sleep lots in order to grow..I'm sure you have all the time in the world to enjoy life after some good sleep." With that, he picked Michael up and carefully took him to bed.
He'd have to deal with Tubbo later.
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Michael's room had always have space for all he desired: a bed, closet and a whole palate for his toys and belongings.
Even a spot for his pet chicken.
Ranboo sighed in relief since by the attic, it was tall enough for him to stretch his back enough.
Michael chuckled at his state, barely containing his giggles,
"This is why, Mike..stay short.." Ranboo joined his son's laughter while he cleaned up his bed, "Alright..there you go.."
Michael grabbed the pillows close and his blankets, trying to get comfortable. Ranboo smiles sweetly, helping him adjust to his son's liking,
"There, all tucked up." He murmured, then stopping for a moment, "Wait- Don't forget about this-" and found out the bee squishmallow somewhere around the wooden floor.
The child raised both his hands in glee, taking the bee from his father's hold and hugging it tightly.
Ranboo beamed before kissing Michael's forehead, "☌⍜⍜⎅⋏⟟☌⊑⏁, ⌇⍜⋏.." The piglin giggled, "⋏⟟⋏⟟, ⌿⏃⌿⏃" He oinked back before closing his eyes.
The hybrid scoffed that, before petting his child's ears, tracing his bone part.
Half zombie, half piglin..a hybrid..just like his father.
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Ranboo got down the ladders and returned to the den.
There he saw Tubbo cleaning up the notebooks and papers with a lethargic energy. His eyes drooped at times despite his body eager to get all this place all cleaned up.
Chuckling softly, Ranboo got close and took him up, which caused Tubbo to be startled and punched Ranboo's chest,
"..ow."
Tubbo widened his eyes, half-awake, "Oh shit..Boo..sorry- I thought someone was trying to assault me-"
Ranboo laughed in confusion, "Assaulting you through a bridal style? Oh Bee, how you convince me." He then began to carry Tubbo to their room,
"I did think I was gonna get kidnapped- You and your enderman, silk touched ass strength-"
The enderman laughed fondly as he saw Tubbo pouting, "Well..be glad that it's just me: the guy who's going to take you to your timeout corner."
Frowning, Tubbo looked up at him, "Oh I didn't finish cleaning up the–"
"I'll handle it. Besides, you look like you haven't had any sleep."
The goat grumbled, right until they reached their bedroom,
"Something going on that I should know about?"
Sighing from that question, Tubbo was placed down at the large bed.
Ranboo staring at him..intent to listen.
Despite having issues with eye contact, Tubbo was one of the only few people he was willing to stare at or be stared at,
"Just..I don't know..Some things between Las Nevadas.." He vaguely answered.
He noticed that he didn't seem to want to talk about it, "Don't push yourself if you don't want to talk about it, Tubbo. I'm glad you admit something's bothering you."
unlike me,
"Does it make me weak..if I admit that?" Tubbo muttered, sighing heavily, "It's not like life treated me that bad, yet still, I'm so..tired..
"We deal with Las Nevadas, and everything after the war..Schlatt's dead..Wilbur's gone..Dream's in prison but still..things don't seem to go back to the way it was.."
Ranboo frowned, noticing that Tubbo was getting in his head again.
He didn't like when that happens, but honestly? He'd be a hypocrite if he ever stops Tubbo from thinking like that,
"I miss Tommy." Tubbo's lips wobbled,
"Then let's find him and have him around us for sometime then." He reassured him, petting his scruffy hair.
That made Tubbo smile a little, "Alright..time for our self-affirmations?"
And then that smile faded as he glared at that, "Do we have to?"
Ranboo gave him the look, "Yes."
Groaning, Tubbo complied, "As long as you'll do the same."
The hybrid creased his brows before keeping his smug look, "Bring it on-"
The goat then began to think, "I am..capable of so many things."
Damn it, that was a good one,
"I am a wonderful husband." Ranboo smacked back.
Tubbo was shocked at that, "Well, I raised Michael well-"
Ranboo lowered his smug look because of his husband's attack, "I handle all of us pretty well."
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"Despite my scars, I am still pretty."
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"Despite my differences, I am loved."
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"I am strong."
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"I am not weak."
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"I can do so many things."
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"I can take so many hardships."
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"I..believe in myself."
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"I trust..myself."
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"I am..a good person."
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"I..am not..a bad person."
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"My height is totally fine as is." They both said it together before laughing softly.
Tubbo cackled hoarsely at what they said together, as Ranboo followed him with a set of chuckles.
Until it died down..
"You're an idiot.." Tubbo murmured, as Ranboo scoffed,
"You'd really let yourself get married to an idiot?"
Speechless, the goat couldn't say anything back, "Fuck you, you win."
Ranboo laughed at that before kissing his forehead, "That means, I'll deal with the cleaning and..breakfast in bed tomorrow."
Tubbo whined but Ranboo cut him off, "Nope. I win, and as the loser..you get to do nothing."
Crossing his arms, the goat looked away, which made Ranboo smile wider, "Loser gets to sleep too–"
"WHAT?? THATS BULLSHI-"
"Loser. You're the loser-" Ranboo teased, as Tubbo groaned,
"Fuck you. I'll get back at you, I swear on it-" He threatened which all the more the enderman could laugh,
"You're cute when you try to intimidate me..I'm not scared of you.."
That made Tubbo soften his glare, blushing softly, "I'm not scared of you too."
Ranboo blinked at him, before smiling in endearment, "Why..thank you..I- I didn't expect you'd say that."
Tubbo chuckled at that, leaping just to kiss Ranboo's cheek, before tucking himself nicely to bed, "Well, I'll be looking forward to you catching up sleeping with me once you're done cleaning, asshole."
Ranboo bashfully nodded from the kiss, "Y-Yes..I should get going.."
Tubbo cackled seeing the hybrid so red but didn't say any more about it.
He'd fear Ranboo would melt from the warmth.
The flushed enderman got up and about to leave through the door, "Good-Goodnight, Bee..love you.." He smiled, warmly when he heard a soft, "Love you too, Boo..night.." before silence ensued.
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Trying to calm himself down, he set off cleaning so that he'd get to be beside Tubbo as soon as he can.
Reverting to a kneeling position to make it easier for him, he began taking up the things from the floor.
There were loads of worksheets, colouring materials and a few textbooks. Some were about alphabets, writing sheets, and blank pictures yet to be coloured.
He then began to notice Michael's work today. There were scribbles, and he could see that his son was having a hard time.
But there were signs of determination..and persistence.
It made Ranboo smile..especially seeing how perfectly he made those smiley faces.
Loads of smiley faces actually.
So many.
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..What?
Ranboo picks up a paper that has a smile on it.
:)
No...No no no no no-
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Panicking, Ranboo stepped back and realised the papers he had been holding were filled with them.
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"No..I don't want..to do this anymore.." He panted, holding himself as he began to have a difficult time controlling his breathing.
Soon, tears trickled down his cheeks from the adrenaline, a stinging pain formed but he couldn't care less - he has to breathe to stay alive.
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Trembling, he looked up at his hands...black and white.
Regardless of the colours that painted his skin, he could still see the faint blood on him. It terrified him..how much..he was losing..control,
"D-Dream..please.." He coughed out, feeling like he was about to pass out..
No- Breathe-
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Don't fall asleep.
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Don't fall asleep.
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Don't fall asleep.
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Don't lose control..
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"Please..⌇⏁⍜⌿.."
Losing his green and red hue, purple particles glow on his eyes..
He looked asleep..at the same time..awake.
Dazed.
Unable to think
Unable to speak.
Unable to remember.
Lost control.
Where is my control?
Swoop.
⟟⋔ ⌇⍜⍀⍀⊬. ⟟ ⎅⍜⋏⏁ ⏁⊑⟟⋏☍ ⟟ ☊⏃⋏ ⌇⌰⟒⟒⌿ ⍙⟟⏁⊑ ⊬⍜⎍ ⏁⍜⋏⟟☌⊑⏁, ⏚⟒⟒.
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"There's a secret passageway down at the end of that tun-"
"Ghostboo-"
"You have to get out of here and run-"
"Boo-"
"Michael is with Aimsey, I'll hold Dream off until you get to--"
"Ranboo!"
The ghost's words cut off at Tubbo's rage, they can notice tears on his eyes.
What is he crying about?
"What- What the fuck?! What are you doing?! The reason why I'm doing this is to keep Tommy safe, if I'm not leaving without him by my si-"
"Tommy's dead, Tubbo!"
Those words haunt his mind, and there he lost his words. Ghostboo takes a deep breath, their vision dulling as more blood streaks out from their chest.
They're running out of time, "Tubbo..There's no one..in there that you can save. Tommy's..Tommy has been gone the moment Dream broke him into pieces. Millions of fragments apart will never bring him back, Tubbo..Ivory's all you can save now..not your friend."
When his anger dissipates, he now notices Ghostboo's state.
They're truly fading, at the same time, he can feel them..he can feel them so well, "Boo..You're-"
"I'm losing myself- Yea, thanks for noticing it." The ghost sarcastically remarks,
"You need to get out of here. Forget about everyone. Take Michael with you. He's at Daisy Hollow with Aimsey..Run as far as where your feet can take you..Just..stay alive..for him..for..for me.."
Leaning against the cold wall, the ghost clutches their wound, forever trickling until there's nothing left of him.
Out of everything that's happened, Tubbo still couldn't believe what happened,
"..Why did you save me?"
Ghostboo looks up and frowns seeing a tear on Tubbo's cheek. Why is he crying? Doesn't he-
"I thought you don't care about me. You're not supposed to." Guilt stabs their heart, why does guilt hurt more than what Dream has been doing to them?
"After all this time, you've been with Dream. You sold us out just for a selfish wish to be mortal." He inhales, trying to keep the tears in,
"But now, you're trying to save me, because oh gods you suddenly acted like Ranboo again and you're going to keep me safe! You're- fucking- fuck! Gods, Ghostboo- I-" Tears were then heard more than his voice.
Ghostboo doesn't know how to keep him from crying. It hurts to see him cry, why did it have to hurt so much now?
"Bee..I..I think I have always cared."
Tubbo opens his eyes,
"I think I have always..felt it. I just didn't understand. Ranboo's memories were basically like..a textbook information for me to study. His memories alone can't make me act like him. And besides, I don't want to be like him. Your husband's an idiot..too kind for this cruel world."
Green and red blood mix on the floor, Tubbo's wounds reopened when they were trying to run away, and so his trickled as well,
"Feelings..are so confusing..With or without memories, they stay like shadows. It haunts you, it never leaves you." Taking a deep breath, they look up at Tubbo with a painful smile.
If they can keep smiling so that Tubbo wouldn't know how much it stings, then they're willing to take it, they will, "I care..I care about you Tubbo..Soo much..It hurts..It hurts so much to love you..At the same time, I can't stop it, I can't keep his feelings away."
It feels so compelling, yet so right, "I love you, Bee..so much that it's just- scares me..Gods know how much afraid I am..."
Tubbo's tears worsened, kneeling down close to them,
"I was so afraid..when you got mad at me..I was so afraid..that you're always going to hate me..It hurts so much that I could never be like him for you...I was so afraid..when you left me..I was all alone in the rain..so alone..Its so..terrifying..."
Tears pitter patter down their cheeks, steam forms, making their cheeks bleed, "I don't..I don't even know what I'm doing right now..What's the point of trying to be alive if you're going to die because of me..."
Something snaps within the goat's soul, "I thought you're doing all this for your own good- To be free-"
"I did all this to make you happy too, Tubbo..Isn't that what you wanted? If I'm going to be mortal..then maybe..if I try hard enough...so much that I'd lose myself..I can pretend to be Ranboo for you..even a little..even if it hurts..even if it kills me..just for you.."
..Just..for..me?..
Tubbo watches them cry.
Tubbo watches their tears burn their skin.
Tubbo watches a lost ghost in pain.
For a moment, it didn't matter to him if their cries would get them in trouble.
Nothing mattered..nothing matters now..except them.
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When they felt someone holding their cheek, they open their eyes and stare at Tubbo..giving them a stare that they have always desired for him to look at them, "Thanks, Boo..Thank you..for everything. I..I have been nothing but an ass to you..If I understood you a little better, if I actually gave time to understand what you have felt..what you have been through..maybe this never would have happened at all.."
Although he can feel his touch goes against their losing skin, he wipes the tears away, rubbing their damaged cheeks.
Ghostboo leans into the touch, they have remembered how Ranboo has experienced this, but they never felt like this before. They never knew how it felt so warm..how much it feels to be cared..
..to be loved,
"You know..I don't think you have to try too hard..I don't think it fucking matters if you're Ranboo or someone else. I should move on, and you should be you..whoever that is.." That made the ghost smile, genuinely this time.
They have always used smiles for an act, it's seldom for them to actually be happy – let alone feel anything at all.
"I'm not leaving if you're staying behind..so get the fuck up.." Tubbo murmurs softly, pulling them up.
The ghost follows obediently, their eyes watch him, as the other stares at them too.
Although everything hurts so much, Ghostboo can only focus at him, and him only.
They have wondered whether loving him was truly Ranboo's feeling, or theirs..but at this point, does it fucking matter where it's from?
"Bee..Thank you.." They chuckle, reaching forward in order to hug him,
"Thank you for showing me how to be loved..Ghosts would always know how warm it is, but we'll never know how it feels...We never could.."
Tubbo slowly returns the hug, his face against their chest.
It doesn't fucking matter if his face is stained with their blood..Right now, the way that the ghost has held him, it felt like his touch..his hold..his love..
Ranboo.
"Bee, I love you.." They whisper.
Tubbo hums, hugging them tighter, even if it means their grip goes past their transparent form,
"I love you too, Boo..So much...I miss you.."
Tubbo didn't mind how long it took for them to stay, and he could barely care.
He didn't care if that was Ghostboo or Ranboo, but whoever It was..it felt so real
Being under his hold, nothing more could make Tubbo the happiest man in the world.
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But it has always been a temporary high, hasn't it?
The moment Tubbo felt cold, was when he opened his eyes..and he wished he didn't wake up from his thoughts.
Ghostboo's form is slowly dissipating from their grasps.
The one last thing he could see from their face..
..is their peaceful smile.
Terror laces his complexion, as he tries with all his might to keep them by his side..but its no use.
The moment he noticed Dream behind where Ghostboo was once, he knew well what he has done.
He killed them.
He killed his love.
How is that possible?
"Need me to explain what I have done to them, Tubbo?"
The goat only backs off, knowing well its futile to run or fight.
The only thing he could do was to pray to the gods they'll spare his sorry ass, "Ghosts don't naturally die. Oh noo, that wouldn't make any sense. They have infinity lives, and can stay in the living world forever, as long as who they used to be rots and stays in limbo. But-"
Tubbo glares at his words, not wanting to listen to this bastard, at the same time, if he wants to know what happened to them, as much as he hates it, he has the answer,
"You can revive a dead person easily, as long as they haven't formed a ghost yet. If they did, well, you gotta do a little more than just revival..you kill the ghost."
Clicking the pieces together, Tubbo stops.
If what he's saying is true, that means..he revived Ranboo..?
Isn't that a good thing?
Shouldn't he be happy?
..Why does it feel like something is about to go wrong?
Very. Very wrong..
"Appear."
A creature taller than anyone's stature, conquers all.
It's wearing a ragged formal suit, their hair reaching their waist, their horns long but crooked, and their ears pierced and carved.
Tubbo can't help but to notice that familiar black and white skin..and those eyes..those eyes are neither Ranboo's or Ghostboo's.
It's purple.
Fuck.
"Capture. Goat."
In an instant, the hybrid's hand stretches in order to grab hold of Tubbo, but he only shrieks and runs in fear, trying to get to the exit although his failure is inevitable.
A single teleport of Ranboo and a claw on Tubbo's back, he shrieks and drops on the ground..his skin bleeding.
His cries made Ranboo twitch in confusion before his whole attention returns to Dream, "Good. Take us to the main hall."
Tubbo's head shake profusely, tears streaking on his face from the pain.
Still, Ranboo holds both Dream and Tubbo and with a single swoop, they're returned to where the rest lies.
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The second they reach the hall, Tubbo cries in pain as his body drops to the ground. He trembles, his blood sputtering out of his skin, staining the obsidian floor.
Dream, finding that annoying, kicks him that sent him flying a few feet apart.
That caught him to cough a few blood, chuckling then cackling what his fate has become.
Raising his head, he can see Tommy staring at him..He bets he has no idea what's going on..does he have any idea of what's about to happen?
His eyes. Grey eyes.
Right.
That's no longer Tommy.
Yeah..
Still, Tubbo crawls towards him, internally begging him..begging him to say something...anything.
But Ivory can only stare, unable to react..say anything.
Please..
Tommy..if you're in there..
Say something!
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His hand trembles before slowly..holding Tubbo's scar on his cheek.
It causes a tear to trickle down on the goat's face.
With that, another hand dabs the tear away, as Tommy stares wide at him.
Tubbo's bleeding lips wobble, wanting to say so many words but unable to know where to even begin..
He can't believe..
That this..
Is where they end up in the end..
Tommy..
'What am I without you?'
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'..Yourself?'
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"Ranboo. Kill."
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'I was your sidekick'
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The hybrid, following in command takes a step forward as Tubbo gives up running, gives up trying.
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'So please don't go.'
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Facing his fate, he pulls himself away from Tommy as he sees the monste- No.
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No, that's not a monster.
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A grin plasters on his face.
Shakily, he gets up while holding his fractured arm, keeping Tommy behind him so that Ranboo would focus on him and no one else.
With or without Tommy, the enderman's eyes would be on the goat anyway.
Still, even though he feels death creeping up at him, nothing makes him any happier than now.
Why, he can see his beloved's face right here, right now..with him, by his side..
How lucky is he really?
It felt like at this time..he's no longer at the vault.
No Dream, no Tommy, Phil, Techno- whoever was in that hell-
No...He's in that flowerfield..
No..Near the fireplace...
No...Surrounded by the raging snow..
..With his child..with his husband.
"I'll swim..I'll swim and sail on savage seas..With never a fear of drowning.."
Ranboo stops for a second, surprised hearing some music out from the goat's gashing lips.
Who on earth would know his kind could actually sing?
"And gladly ride the waves of life..If you would marry me.."
Peering closer, the hybrid is entirely curious of his singing.
Finding it appealing..
Finding it..familiar...
It's like..the song he always hear..when they meet,
"No scorching sun nor freezing cold..Will stop me on my journey.." Tubbo with a lamentful grin, raises his hand, in attempt to touch the creature..touch the hybrid he married..
...his love
..his moon.
His boo.
Gods he doesn't want things to end, not like this.
"If you will promise me your heart..And love..."
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"Ranboo. I said: Kill."
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"⏃⋏⎅ ⌰⍜⎐⟒ ⋔⟒ ⎎⍜⍀ ⟒⏁⟒⍀⋏⟟⏁⊬.."
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Sam has never witnessed this side of Ranboo.
For all he heard about him, he has been such a pacifist, a peacemaker.
It's not like he can consider him as weak, but dear does that boy holds so much pain, so much beast inside.
Out of all things, he has never expected that he'd kill his lover alive right before his eyes, at the same time, if he's with Dream, everything is possible.
Phil can only look away at the mangling skin being torn apart from the body, as Ranboo screams at every tear, every flesh he pulls and throws away from his love.
Techno can only deafen his ears from the noises it makes, how much the blood spatter, the skin tearing apart like paper, and how the bones crunch against the hybrid's hold.
The ex-warden can only wonder how Dream is fine with all of this.
He doesn't look he has some sense of pity, or guilt..anything at all but satisfaction.
What does he gain if he kills Tubbo?
What does he gain if Ranboo is like this?
What does he gain with all of this?
When..will he truly be free..from him?
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Tommy can never look away - at least, not right now.
Tubbo's being killed apart, in the most painful way, right before his eyes.
Ranboo loves Tubbo right?
Tubbo loves Ranboo too right?
So much that the world is nothing compared to what their love bears?
Then why?
Why is this happening?
Why is he tearing his lover's skin apart, by his own teeth, by his own claws, until nothing remains of his best friend?
His best friend?
He can no longer feel him.
His erratic aura of orange, yellow, and red.
His wick ceases.
He's no longer here..
Tubbo.
Tubbo.
Toby..
Dream looks up from the sound, shock renders him speechless. So is everyone. Techno, for the first time, has spoken after everything that happened in the cabin,
"Theseus?.."
Tommy's breaths can be heard, it echoes, it sings past the walls where everyone can hear and listen. It's an unpleasant tune..an unsymphonic music.
Despite there's nothing but meshed skin and bones, he plops his knees down..trying to find something out of there.
What is he looking for?
"Toby.."
His rough, croaky voice was the best part of the whole show.
It didn't matter if his clothes were stained by blood.
Ranboo watches him crawls past the entrails, the skull that grew thorns, face that brimmed with scars..there used to be eyes there.
Eyes that look at his.
His friend's gotta be here somewhere..
Somewhere..where is he..
"Toby.." his voice cracks, tearing up since he can't find him.
Dream has never heard his voice in months, so is the rest of them.
Phil could almost cry, ready to break the cell just to hold him under his fleeting wings.
Techno might as well just squeeze himself against the dent he made. He couldn't care less if he earns a bruise or a few broken bones from the struggle. Whatever it takes to hold his brother.
The moment he has spoken, was the time his dearest best friend has passed away.
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"Dream!-
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"Dream- Is he-
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"Is he having a seizure?! Dre-"
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"-eam, answer me- What the fuck should we do?!"
The maniac gets cut off from the trance.
When he notices that Tommy has fallen, shaking sporadically out of his control, he couldn't help but to laugh..laugh and laugh and laugh.
This is hilarious..all too hilarious!
But to Sam, this is far from funny..at the same time, what's the point talking sense with a crazy person?
Their logic does not mix with the norm, after all. Not anymore.
"If you're nice enough, take Tommy out of my sight. Stay in his cell and make sure he stops doing whatever he's trying to do to attract everyone's attention. Experiments shall happen in a few hours, he should be in a top well condition since then-"
"You bastard! You fucking bastard go to hell!-" Phil rattles the bars from rage, desperate in getting out to help Tommy with his struggles.
Sam nods to Dream's words and takes out his own set of keys to open Tommy's cage,
"While he's at it, surely you guys won't mind if I take a few drinks and head out to check Quackity? I don't want him all for Wilbur to beat up- I'm up for a few warm ups before I deal..with the best part of the cuisine." He walks away despite the racket he has caused.
Phil and Techno's blares have overcame the silence of this wretched prison..but that didn't bother Dream at all.
It's like music to his ears.
The hybrid squats down, mesmerized by what he has done. Noticing something gleaming against all the red, he takes what appears to be an accessory..wrapped around the dead's finger.
It looks..
It looks like its his-
"Ranboo. Come." Dream orders him before walking away from the hall.
Obeying his every word, Ranboo follows him absentmindedly, yet his white side pockets the ring safely.
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Tap.
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Tap.
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Tap.
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His small little room is dark, narrow and hollow.
Quite honestly, its the same as every prison cell in the vault.
Except Techno's.
He crafted one something so specifically for him.
He wonders how long that piglin would keep himself up before whatever's in there would eat him alive.
Tommy's seizure is waning, he hardly struggles against Sam's hold. But still..he can't remove the horrid image of earlier.
He isn't sure which is worse..
Ranboo's return..
Tubbo's death..
or..whatever stunt Tommy's so flipped on showing.
Sighing to hold the tears in, he puts Tommy to the bed, trying to make it look comfortable enough..emphasis on the look, that is.
Tommy's hand twitches, his eyes drooping as his mouth continues to stay wide. Sam, frowning, begins to clean his face like wiping his tears and saliva.
It's the least that he can do anyway,
"Oh Tommy..what am I doing.." Sam admits softly, clenching his fists to keep his tears from falling, "I don't know what I'm going to do.."
He shouldn't cry..his mask would have to be taken off.
And he'd rather keep it to his face.
He even considering it as a part of his skin.
Smoke releases from the edge of his lips, as he palpitates,
There's shame.
Shame all over him.
It binds him.
The guilt.
It chains him.
He can't breathe.
He can't live like this.
He can't die this way.
He can't-
Crack.
And there the obsidian swallows him whole.