A Forgetful Fate - Ranboo - Dream SMP Based

Chapter 8 - 9'6; 2'2

He accepted the offer to pull him back up, letting the figure help him. 

"Bad, who's this kid?" The dwarf poked Ranboo, friendly, but not at the same time. 

"You remember him, correct?" A smile spreading across Bad's face, facing up and looking at Skeppy.

"Hmm. Enderman, oh you're the kid who's brother died-" Bad put his hand over Skeppy's mouth, shushing him before he could say more. 

"I uh, yeah. Yeah, my brother died. haha.." He sighed, looking down at the sword Dream had given him.

"Where's Phil, do you know?" Bad asked.

"Inside," he responded. 

Skeppy was whispering in Bad's ear, as he looked down at the scar, which was now bleeding AGAIN because of Dream. He shooed Ranboo inside the house. 

"Phil? You awake?" He looked at the clock, hm, 1am.

"wakemeuplaterpleaseivehadalongdayandiwannasleepalsomyrobeisruinedsopleasedontwakemeuprightnow-" he mumbled.

Bad walked into the other room, and came back with wide awake Niki who was happy to help.

"Niki? Why are you awake?"

"I couldn't sleep. Also, cool fight moves!"

Ranboo knew she was lying in some way, she probably didn't mean that he was fighting cool. He literally had no chance against Dream, hesitating was his weakness. Dream knew everybody here, how was he to know everybody wasn't in communication with Dream and trying to take him down?

He sighed, looking out the window that covered the front of the house.

"Thanks.."

She smiled in response.

The amount of times Dream had taken advantage of his wound was... Something.

"Hey Bad? Just a favor. Can you stay for a few days..? Its just that Dream is scared of you and I'm afraid that if he was to hurt me again, I might die in the process."

Bad looked at Ranboo, the condition he was in and sat down. He looked like he was thinking or something.

"Bad?"

"Mhm. Yeah, I guess I stay. Just so you can get some actual rest."

Niki looked over at Bad, he nodded at her.

"What? Is there something I need to know?"

"Uh. This might hurt a bit."

Ranboo looked down at Niki, her smile as his vision faded, the syringe she held, and all he could think was, "gosh dammit."

Great, was he poisoned?

Probably. Niki's smile could hide any lie. Not saying he didn't trust her but the thing is he didn't. Not anymore, she could have just killed him for all he knew.

Thoughts ran through his head and then, they didn't. His mind went blank, there wasn't anything to think about. His family was dead, he knew that. He had a guardian too, but the guardian let him die for all he knew. Nothing ever went his way, he was forced to live a life of thrill and adventure, but what if he wanted a calm life for a bit. What if he wanted a relaxed one, where people would get along, people wouldn't want to kill each other, thrive for revenge against each other, and yet, here he was. In a world of hatred, fighting. One of "can you trust them?" One where the thoughts of somebody betraying you always crossed your mind. The thought of betraying somebody by their own terms, but where was he in this. He was nowhere. For all knew he might not even exist.

(Don't translate if you have anxiety, translate at your own risk. <3)

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-d∷ᒷᔑᒲ

(It's also kind of off, so sorry for any spelling or grammar errors.)

(685 Words, also sorry its short.)