Ranboo angst

Affection?

Hello again, Thank you for all of the support on my books! I never thought I'd get this far. This one will be based off of them living in Minecraft. Enjoy!

Tw:
Self doubt
Overworking
Exhaustion
Voices

Third person:

Ranboo was currently trying to rebuild more of the community house. His hands ached but he pushed it down. If he were to be acknowledged he had to do this. Like they say, just suck it up and deal with it.

I mean if he can survive the downfall of a country surely he can deal with construction. He thought like this often, not realizing how severe it was to think this way.

Finally, the last brick was placed down before him. He urged himself to continue working but his body refused. Muscles tightened as he hit the floor with a thud. Back against the wall, quiet breathes sounded around the room. Nails cracked, eyes tired the boy had reached his limit. Energy was something he no longer had.

Attempting to get to his feet, he reached for the wall for support as he lifted himself onto his feet. Pins and needles made it more agonising to walk.

"Phil must be worried, it's really late now." He muttered to himself.

Gripping onto the walls as he approached the door, he reached one arm towards the door handle before twisting it softly.

"Shoot! There's nothing to grab onto anymore." The boy whispered once more.

Talking to himself was quite common by now. Often when he's stressed you can hear faint muttering in the area.

Ranboo's Pov:

Hurry up idiot

You can not worry them with your crap.

Get on with it.

Go faster.

Are you stupid or what?

God, if only you were also put in prison! You wouldn't have been bothering anyone.

Stop burdening them and get yourself home.

"Shut up.."

Instinctively, my hands reached my ears in desperate need to block them out. They're so loud.. Why can't it just end?

Puffy's Pov:

Returning from the nether, I headed towards the old community house. As I walked, soft sobs became louder. Who was crying? Following the noise, I stopped as an ebony, white tuff of hair coud be seen above the fence. Cries became sniffles as I approached. He must have heard me walking as he began to wipe his eyes hurriedly. With a smile, the teenager greeted me.

"Oh hello Puffy! What are you doing up so late?" He said.

"Ranboo, it's okay to cry. You never have to hide your feelings okay?"

Pausing for a moment, I reached my hand out to him. Hastily, he accepted my hand as he was brought back to his feet. Sighing, I lead him towards my house. If he keeps this up he'll lose a life. We don't need these children to have anymore trauma.

Snapping out of my thoughts, the mushroom came into view. Opening the door for us, I allowed the boy to step inside first before I shut the door securely behind us.

"Come on kid, let's get a spare bed set up for you"

He followed me up the ladder towards the spotted room. Quickly, I placed a bed down before sitting on my own.

"Hey? I can tell you've overworked again. There is no reason to be embarrassed. I'll get you some food and water and then you can go to sleep, okay?"

That was a rhetorical question. Making my way to the food chest, I began to think back to the events of this server. It's so sick that they treat kids like this. Who in their right mind would punish a kid with exile for a small prank?! Allowing another to become president and then manipulating him into betraying his best friend. Trying to kill literal children for no reason. Stealing from a kid who hasn't even been involved in any of the battles. Then if that wasn't bad enough for them. They legitimately accuse you of being a traitor for helping a friend and neglecting him in the worst time of his life. Gosh, these people have no morals.

Quickly, I grabbed some cookies and a bottle of water before heading back to Ranboo.

"Here Ranboo."

I hand him the items before retreating to the small chest of spare clothes that I keep in the corner of the room. Swiftly, I pull out some pajamas for the child. By the time I had found them, he had finished his food.

"Here kid! Get changed into these and then go to bed." I say before ruffling his hair and leaving.

Ranboo's pov:

Is this what affection is? I like it! I think before putting on the clothes and climbing into the bed. I feel safe now. She's not like them, she is caring and protective.

Thank you for reading. Tomorrow I will write one about Sam and Ranboo if that's okay. I hope you are enjoying these. If you have any suggestions feel free to leave them. I love you! Bye.