It was later that morning, somewhere around ten o'clock, when Ranboo opened his eyes, to hear the steady lull of rain, drizzling onto the roof. Ranboo sat up, and looked around. His light had been turned off, no doubt by Philza, who liked to check in on him while he slept. He had his book clutched tightly in his hand, the feather on the floor, and the ink on his nightstand long dry.
He sighed, as he stood, thinking about asking Philza for a new inkpot. I hope he won't be angry, this is like, the third one this month, he thought, heading to his closet. As he pulled on his chestplate, there was a knock at his bedroom door. Ranboo smiled slightly, more calm then a few hours before.
"Phil?" He called out, expecting his friends voice. Instead, it was someone else.
"No," A deeper voice, who some compared to his own, called from the other side of the door. It was the other member of their small isolated village, Technoblade.
What could he want? Ranboo thought to himself, as he hurried to get his armor on. Ranboo rushed over, opening the door, to see the male looking up at him. Ranboo was the only one taller than him, after all.
"Yes, Techno?" Ranboo inquired, confused about his visit.
"Wheres Philza." Techno asked, almost accusingly, glaring at him.
Ranboo made a small noise under his breath, as anxiety flooded him, and his thoughts.
"H-Hes..not h-here?" Ranboo stuttered, trying to stay calm.
"No shit. If he was, I wouldn't be asking you." Technoblade was obviously annoyed at Ranboo's lack of knowledge.
Ranboo started to think the worst. Where is he?! Is he hurt...or dead?!
Technoblade shifted impatiently, as Ranboo had a mini, silent breakdown.
Then, without a word, or even a noise, Ranboo disappeared.
(HHHHHHhhhhhhhhh)
( ~~ Cliffhanger ~~)
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~ Memories ~
FanfictionFlashing back and forth, from forgotten memories of his childhood, and of current day, Ranboo suffers, trying to not forget himself. ! Trigger Warnings ! (May Depict Blood, Gore, Death, Degradation, Manipulation, Anxiety/Anxiou...
