Ranboo has had some trauma over the time he's been in the SMP, although he never thought it could be so bad. Could his bad memory cause the death of him?
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This chapter might make you cry, idk, get some tissues tho.
He woke up, Niki's place. He checked the watch, it'd been 3 days. He sat up. Nobody was home. Did, did they think he was dead? He lifted the blanket off of him.
"Bad?" He strolled. "Techno? Phil?" He continued, "Niki..?"
They weren't there. He sat, he waited. Hours went past. It was night, nobody came home.
He pulled out his memory book and started writing. He didn't notice how much time went past because as he looked up at the watch it was 3am. They weren't coming back.
Ranboo knew what it felt like to be abandoned, yes, but not so suddenly.
He walked to the other room, searching for them. He sat on Niki's bed, and saw the syringe in the trashcan. He swallowed and continued to stare until he made out the words. Propofol, a substance used to put people in comas. A coma, Niki putting me in a coma.?
He ran out of the room, and ran to the room where Philza was staying, he wasn't there. He laid on the bed.
He could hear the others come home and freak out to where he was. The others walked out and Phil came into his room to see Ranboo sleeping.
"Ranboo.." He didn't want to wake him up, he put the blanket over him so the others wouldn't find him. "I'll be back, some time. I promise."
Time passed, Ranboo woke up to nobody home again.
He looked to the side of the table to see a bottle of pills, he wanted to know what they were for. Sleeping pills. Explains why Phil was so tired earlier. He stared at the bottle and a sudden feeling of depression came over him. If they loved you why aren't they coming home?? Then, he tipped the bottle, 1, 5, 10 pills came out. He reached for the water nearby and he swallowed 2 at a time. He was now slumped up against the wall, writing his last "words" in his journal. His vision blurry, a note fell in front of him.
Be back soon buddy, I love you as my own son.
That's all he could make out, tears burned his skin as he hugged the note.
His face was a mess, scars where his tears burned. "Phil?" His voiced cracked.
Ranboo's hand fell to the floor, following with the rest of him. His body sprawled out on the floor with the bottle of Temazepam rolling until it hit it's final destination.
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He stared at the ceiling, it was spinning. He was trying to make sense things as he looked at the door. His eyes closed in on the figure standing in the door frame, the light shadowing the face to make them unrecognizable, he cried, "I'm sorry."
He ran over to him, "RANBOO! PLEASE STAY AWAKE! RANBOO?! HOW MANY DID YOU TAKE?" His eyes a mess of tears, he was shaking Ranboo to keep him awake.
"ten.." Ranboo's eyes looked at the face hovering over him, he couldn't make sense of the face, "Phil..?"
"Hey, hey! I need you to stay awake, please..!" Phil kept shaking him until Ranboo eyes closed.
"Nononono, Ranboo! please, wake up!" He cried, holding Ranboo in his arms. "I shouldn't of left, I shouldn't of."
He was looking at the note he wrote for Ranboo. "If only you read it.."
Phil's tears dropped on Ranboo's shirt.
He grabbed the note seeing the tears that had stained the paper.
"Be back soon buddy, I love you as my own son. We have important matters to discuss. Wilbur died a bit ago, right?" Phil saw his own tears on the next part of the note, "Tommy's been murdered by Dream and I'm afraid you're next. Stay home, I'll be back soon after we go to Tommy's funeral."
Philza still holding Ranboo, crying laid his head against the wall and started screaming. "ALL OF THEM ARE DEAD!" His yells sounded desperate and depressing. His scream was interrupted by his sobbing as he threw his head forward into his hands, wiping the tears from his face.
Techno bursted the door open, horrified to see the scene. "Phil..? What- What happened?!"
Phil looked over to the open bottle and rolled it to Techno, the bottle stopping at his foot. "Temazepam?" Techno stopped and went over to Phil, sitting next to him as Phil cried with Ranboo's seemingly lifeless body.
He examined the bottle, the pills left inside, and the label. He started crying, but it seemed to be of relief. "Phil, you stupid motherfucker." He slightly laughed.
Phil looked up, it wasn't like Techno to laugh at such thing. "what..?"
"This is melatonin, I almost tricked myself."
"wait what?" Phil scrambled through the drawer to look for his other bottle of sleeping pills, but the container was empty.
"I switched them out, you don't need those other ones to sleep. The kid'll be fine. You can't overdose on melatonin."
Phil stared at Techno, then hugging him as he cried in his shoulder, a relief came over the room.
Phil fell back on the bed, "can we never do that again?" He was still crying, but it was okay now. He wiped his tears, "Please?"
"Yeah, sure. I guess."
"Also, you bitch. YOU FUCKING SCARED ME HALF TO DEATH COME BACK HERE!" Techno ran out of the room with Phil close behind, leaving Ranboo sat against the drawer, what was he thinking? I don't know, it wasn't him anyways.
