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ranboo || they don't love you like i do

plot: y/n being a villain 🙄🙄🙄🙄

tw!!! // manipulation, crying, small panic attack

pronouns: they/them

d!smp au

short !!

being dream's sibling had it's cons.

for one, you picked up on his bad habits, like phrases that were terribly inappropriate, his actions, and his manipulation tactics. 

i mean, you could just suck it up and learn to break the habits, but something told you not to. ever since your brother was thrown into an obsidian cell suspended above lava, you could practically hear him telling you to carry on his work, even from the prison a few thousand blocks away from where you stood at the moment.

a sniffle brought you back to reality and out of your thoughts. you looked slightly up, meeting the eyes of ranboo. you put on a sickeningly sweet, fake smile, taking his hands into yours in a platonic way. 

"what else did i do...?" he whispered, locking eyes with you. you could feel the emotion pouring from his red and green irises, you let your smile fall for a brief moment and took a deep breath to create suspense in the air. 

you let go of his cold hands, "well, you betrayed your friends." you stated, the words flowing from your mouth naturally. ranboo's eyes widened, and he shook his head furiously. you only chuckled a bit, ranboo sensing a hint of sadness in your chuckle, but it was all fake. 

"you..burnt down george's house.." you said, lowering your voice. ranboo's eyes swelled with tears. he stopped shaking his head and he sat down on the wood floor of your house. you crouched to meet his eye level, since even sitting down, he towered over you. you cupped his cheek with your hand and wiped a stray tear with your thumb. 

"you blew up the community house..." you continued, faking sadness and disappointment. ranboo averted his gaze, staring at the ground. you removed your hand from his cheek, and sat criss cross on the floor in front of him. you watched him, a small, malicious smile creeping onto your face. you quickly put on a sad face when he looked back up at you. 

the poor boy was shaking, "no....no...n..no.." he mumbled, running his hand through his hair. 

you nodded, putting on a smile again. you took his hands into yours again, in a comforting kind of way. he sniffled, looking down at you, his tears leaving stains on his cheeks. you mentally prepared for the reaction you were expecting when you said your next words. 

"everyone hates you, they don't care about traitors like you...that's one thing you should know." 

ranboo froze. he stopped sniffling. he stopped shaking. he just froze. 

you let go of his hands, making a sad, pitiful face. ranboo started shaking again, more tears cascading down his cheeks. you opened your arms in a welcoming hug, and he instantly wrapped his arms around you, crying into your chest, hyperventilating a bit.

you stroked his hair, comforting him. you saw his crown discarded on the floor beside his leg, you reached over and picked it up, gently prying ranboo off your shoulders. you stood up, placing his crown back on his head. 

ranboo stood up, embracing you again, quietly crying into your shoulder again. you knew if it was dream, he wouldn't have given in to his manipulation that easily. but this was you. y/n. the person he trusted most on the smp, more than tubbo. he followed whatever you did, he defended you if you were accused of something, even if there was evidence. he would die for you. that's how much he trusted you.

you rubbed comforting circles on his back. an evil grin stretching across your face.

"they don't love you like i do."