Ranboo angst

Hand it over

Hello again! I hope you are all doing well. This chapter Ranboo's real name will be Ranboo Live because I can. Enjoy the chapter!

Tw:
Robbery
Guns
Death
Injury
Blood
Swearing
Suicide
Murder

Ranboo's POV:

Panic rushed throughout my body as I put down the phone. The hospital had just called me.

"Hello, is this Ranboo Live?" The person on the other end asked, the hint of melancholy in their tone of voice didn't go unoticed.

"Yes it is.." I reply warily.

"I am afraid to inform you that your mother has passed away. She requested for us to give you her locket. Can you please come pick it up?"

I almost dropped the phone.

She can't be dead..

She was the only one I had left..

Please no..

Quickly, I hung up the phone before I could think about it too much.

Don't cry now..

You have to pick up that locket, it's the only thing you have left. Do you really want to throw away an item that was deemed precious? No? I thought so now stop sulking and walk your ass over there.

God, it should have been me that died...

Without hesitation, I yanked the keys off of the kitchen counter before bursting out of the front door. Breathing ragged, I continued to run. My vision blurs into one until the large building came into view of the dark night.

Hurriedly, I made my way through the automatic doors. The receptionist seemed quite startled by my presence but soon composed herself.

"Ranboo Live.." I paused to take a breath.

"I was tol- told to pick up her l-locket.."

Tears spilled from my eyes as I was handed the silver chain. Not having the stability to listen to what the other had to say, I rushed out of the obsurdly depressing building.

I can't take this. Sobs, just sobbing.

Aimlessly speed-walking away from the scene. That's what I was doing. How long have I been going? No clue. What did it matter, no one would be home to notice my absence anyway.

Everything I care for had been taken from me.. Other than this small piece of jewellery.

My knees buckled beneath me, I knelt in the blades of grass. The vibrant colour reminding me of fragments of my childhood. The childhood I'd never get to live the rest of..

"FUCK!!!!"

I screamed into my sleeve. The salty solution poured out of my dull orbs. Heh, gray.. such an inconsolable colour huh. Reminds me of myself.

Considering my online personality, people must think my life is so leisurely. If they were to comd to me with that statement, I would merely laugh in their face.

Burying my head between my knees, I reminisced on times I had spent with who I view as my family. My sister, mom.. Robin.. All of them, taken from me by the hands of death itself. Each one of them.

My sister, she was murdered. By our father. No, he doesn't deserve that title. It was extremely brutal, I can tell you that. I mean, I did witness it after all. Helping, as much as I wished it was, was not an option. I was shell-shocked.

Her screams still haunt me. The way her small palm reached for my own. Before it fell limp before me. His manical laughter, he was not sane..

Dear mom, such a sweet woman. Sickness had drained a way her life.

Robin, ze was the best thing to happen to me. My only friend in the cruelty of society. Ze wasn't able to handle the burden of life. I don't blame zim. Ze never had a pleasant life but I don't want to talk about the treachery thise around zim caused. Robin was found strung from zis neck. Drool dribbled down his chin. Eyes rolled to the back of zis head, suicide had taken its victim. The person to find the body you may ask? Surprise, it was me. Twelve years old, already a witness of the death of those two whom I deemed all that I cared for.

Clearly, if there is a god they really must fucking hate me. They're torturing me slowly, using my emotional attachment to their advantage.

(FUCK I WROTE THAT WITH THE SONG TWO BIRDS ON A WIRE IN THE BACKGROUND, I'M CRYING)

Snap!

Someone is here..

My head shot up, only for my surprisingly large figure to be shoved back down onto the mud.

Unavle to move, I tried to glance up towards the face of the figure. Holy shit, they have a shotgun. Nevermind, eye contact definitely is not a good option.

I couldn't help but laugh at my own thoughts.

Get yourself together Ranboo, this is serious..

It's kinda funny though-

I saw the figure reach for something that lay in the grass. Wait, I can see who they are.

Jesus christ, they are definitely a Trump supporter-

A small glint of metal caught my eye. Metal? Oh-

They have the locket..

My thoughts came to a halt as I heard a loud click.

Okay.. that gun is fucking loaded.

What do I do?

I can try to run?

Where too?

There's houses over there?

No.. I won't make it.

It's the end. There is nothing I can do. My fans.. I love them all dearly. Hopefully my death doesn't affect them too much.. Who am I kidding, I bet no one will notice. That is until they decide that they want the lore. Just the lore, not me as a person. Crying once more, I prepared for the inevitable. Would it come? God, this person really needs to hurry up. This isn't a cinematic..

A hand grasped the collar of my shirt as I was pulled to my knees. Cool metal placed itself upon my temple.

Looking up to the sky, I prepared to join my family in the afterlife.

Third person:

Suddenly, the armed figure who was never identified, had pulled the trigger. Flecks of blood painted over the vegetation as more crimson leaked from the boys lifeless form.

Phil's POV:

Two days later:

"Our next story, the streamer known as Ranboo Live has been found dead. A fatal bullet wound through his skull. We wish him and his fam-"

Tears brimmed my eyes, I quickly turn off the TV before my mind spiralled.

No.. my son. He was like my son.."

Sorry for not uploading yesterday, I hope you enjoyed this. Thank you. I love you all so much. I'm proud of each and every one of you. Make sure you are looking after yourselves ♥︎.