the battles we fight | sbi

Chapter 2 - Ranboo is a Very Confused and Very Tall Child

go listen to rebel by call me karizma, it has sbi vibes

also yes, ranboo is a child

like 14 or something

i know pretty much nothing about ranboo's lore so like katie don't die, i'm making it up, it's not canon(like everything else)

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"Who am I?" The boy was surprisingly tall for looking so young, not to mention how low his voice was. He sounded and looked lost, like he didn't know anything, "I... I don't know. I don't remember much of anything. I think my name is... Ranboo?" His eyes were different colors, the right one(left if you were facing him) was green, the other red. They glowed slightly. His face was split down the middle, the side with the green eye looked like an enderman, while the other side was very pale. A few purple particles floated around him.

"You don't remember anything?" Phil asked, his concern growing by the moment, "Why did you come here?"

"I-I don't know," Ranboo's voice shook, and his eyes darted around. He was clearly scared and confused, "ℸ ̣ ⍑╎ᓭ !¡ꖎᔑᓵᒷ ⎓ᒷᒷꖎᓭ ᓭᔑ⎓ᒷ" The boy's voice sounded exactly like an enderman, causing Techno to immediately draw his sword, Tommy and Tubbo couldn't decide if it was cool or scary, and Wilbur and Phil just looked surprised. Ranboo didn't exactly know what he had said.

Safety... the word echoed around his head, not exactly his own voice.

"Techno, put the sword away," Phil said, lowering his brother's weapon, "So, Ranboo you said? Come inside." He stepped aside from the doorway and Ranboo stepped in tentatively. He was still unsure of this place, despite how safe it felt. After all, what did he know? Nothing.

Ranboo only had bits and pieces. Broken, shattered fragments that hurt to think about. If he tried to piece them together, they only broke more. It would make his whole body shake. Not to mention if tears managed to spill out of his eyes... that hurt. If water touched the enderman side of his face... it went about as well as you would assume. He was thinking about it too much at that point. It was too much to handle and he felt everything go dark.

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"╎ ∴╎ᓭ⍑ ╎ ᓵ𝙹⚍ꖎ↸ ᒷ ̇/!¡ꖎᔑ╎リ ᔑꖎꖎ 𝙹⎓ ℸ ̣ ⍑╎ᓭ," Ranboo heard a voice say. He couldn't understand it. He didn't know where he was, but everything was dark. Some explosions were going off by him, yellow ground was beneath him, and purples swirling around the edges of his vision, "╎ ᒲ⚍ᓭℸ ̣ ꖎᒷℸ ̣ ||𝙹⚍ ⊣𝙹 リ𝙹∴. ╎ ∴╎ꖎꖎ ℸ ̣ ⍑╎リꖌ 𝙹⎓ ||𝙹⚍ ᒷ⍊ᒷ∷|| ᓭᒷᓵ𝙹リ↸ ᔑリ↸ ╎ ∴╎ꖎꖎ ᓭ!¡ᒷリ↸ ᔑꖎꖎ ᒲ|| ℸ ̣ ╎ᒲᒷ ℸ ̣ ∷||╎リ⊣ ℸ ̣ 𝙹 ⊣ᒷℸ ̣ ʖᔑᓵꖌ ℸ ̣ 𝙹 ||𝙹⚍. ⊣𝙹𝙹↸ʖ||ᒷ ᒲ|| ↸ᒷᔑ∷ ʖ𝙹||." He strained to hear the voice better, to understand the words. But it all slipped away too quickly. The strangely comforting voice drifted away, whispering sweet goodbyes.

And then Ranboo was falling. Air rushed past him, making it hard to breathe. Voices echoed around, but they were either too distorted or too quiet to understand. He didn't know how long he spent there, but light slowly filled the area. And then he was on the ground. He never hit the grass, there was no feeling of impact. He just was there.

"Do you think he's okay?" A voice said, somewhat familiar. Not familiar in the way the others had been. Not distant, but recent instead, "I'm worried."

"I don't trust him," Another one said, not recognized by Ranboo, "You never know how dangerous someone can be until they hurt someone. You and Wilbur may think he won't hurt us but we can't be sure-"