Ranboo angst

"what was your past like?"

Hello! This will be an au chapter based on the plot of the smp. Thank you so much for the support it means a lot! Anyway, onto the story.

Tw:
Experiments
Needles
Blood
Swearing
Death
Voices

Ranboo's POV:

I was speaking with Tubbo again, I think we're friends again. He seems to have forgiven me for past uh actions..

The bee lover spoke up again, starting a topic that I was not a fan of.

"Hey Ranboo, what was your past like?"

My eyes began to water as the memories came flooding back to me again.

Flashback time pog:

Third person:

Wrists bound by chains of metal, the boy leaned against the rough stone bricks behind him. He had been bound up again for speaking to another person.

Well, not person. Don't get me wrong they were still people deep down and deserved to be treated like one. They were hybrids, something that was frowned upon by society. Which is why they are being used as a damn experiment.

Hybrid endermen were used for their blood to be used as potion ingredients. So the poor young boy suffered countless blood tests.

That wouldn't have been so bad, if the boy hadn't been such a kind soul. You see, this child had sacrificed himself and undergone countless torture methods in attempts to save others of harm.

He also noticed that a piglin hybrid was frequently experimented on and couldn't help but try to save him.

The piglin was taken in at the masacre of his people just like the ender boy. They had many things in common. One of which, was the loss of their families and homes.

On their first interaction, the younger of the two grew attatched to the one they call the blood god. He had been given this nickname when he had been trained to kill. Screams were often heard from the labs by the others. They were scared of him.

Ranboo, was his birth name. He was the one who held no fear when he met eyes with the blood god. His eyes held understanding, affection and care. Something so rare that it shocked even the scientists.

After countless acts of kindness from the younger, the piglin grew find of the boy. A little brother almost.

Three years later:

Techno's POV:

Ranboo and I had became much closer. Protection was something we both took comfort in. Our cells had been brought closer together now, I had managed to loosen a few of the bars so that we could slip through to see eachother.

Soon enough the scientist came to take someone again. Glancing through the bars as he walked past my cell, I saw the large sharp object they had trained me with. What were they called again? Oh knife, that's it.

Wait, they were going to his cell with a knife. An object they used to kill. No.. They wouldn't do that to him. I can't lose another. Please..

A couple minutes passed before the man walked passed me again. He manhandled Ranboo, who was being dragged harshly across the floor by his ankle.

We met eachothers gaze as he went. A soft smile across his features but by the tears in his eyes I could tell he was in pain. He grabbed onto my cell, attempting to get closer to me. He reached through the bars to cup my cheek as he traced his thumb up and down.

"G'bye T-Techie"

He whispered before being harshly yanked away from me. Tears spilled from my orbs as I acknowledged what he meant. He had no use to them anymore. When that happens, they dispose of you.

"We can save him, let us take over for a bit.."

"We can save him, let us take over for a bit.."

"We can save him, let us take over for a bit.."

The voices agreed with one another and soon became to much to resist. I let them help us. I knew there was going to be hell to pay later but this was the only way I could help.

There was no way I would lose my family again.

Ranboo's POV:

I was being led to my demise and I knew that. I had witnessed many of them die from my bounds. I screamed and struggled in a frequent attempt to get out and help them. I never did manage to help them, did I?

I hope Techie will be safe, I'll see him in the afterlife...

I closed my eyes waiting to take my final breath.

Technoblade's POV:

I watched, no longer in control of my body. Brute strength broke down the cell door before it sprinted towards the main lab. Not wanting to watch, I tried to avert my gaze from myself charging at the large door.

BANG!

It fell loudly, a startled group of doctors stood in front of us. Beyond the sinister humans whom had taken away everything we loved. There lay my little brother, you could see that he was bleeding, not badly but I knew that they had hurt him.

The voices grabbed a chair before swinging it directly at the group. I didn't look to see the rest.

Ranboo's POV:

He let them in, I could see. His eyes were a satanic glow of blood. They craved blood. He wasn't humain anymore. The voices were the ones in control. He did it, for me.

I'm alive..

Tears brimmed my eyes as I looked away from the horrific sight. I knew that they were dead. Blood filled my nostrils. I felt myself be picked up into strong arms. Immediately, I knew who it was. Cuddling up into his chest, I grew tired again but I knew with him I was safe.

Technoblade's POV:

After the voices got their blood, they had given me back control. Picking up my little brother, I let him snuggle into my chest as I sprinted away from the troubles. Far from what was considered torture. We were outside. A large white ball illuminated the darkness.

I ran as fast as possible, to bring a new life to us.

Safe at last..

Current time:

Ranboo's POV:

"My past was- eventful.."

"But my brother was always there.."

I respond to his question, a warm smile littered my features as I saw him stood nearby.

Bidding farewell to the bee lover, I leapt into the warmth of his embrace again. His arms wrapped around my back as I whispered in his ear.

"I love you, Techie.."

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Thank you for reading this. Just a disclaimer again. In case it wasn't clear, this is NOT a ship. Thank you. I am proud of you all. I hope you have a nice day/night.