Ranboo angst

The last rope around his neck

Hi everyone! I hope you are all well. If not, I am here and am willing to listen. Make sure you are all staying safe and looking after yourselves. I'm so proud of you all! Love you!

This will be an au where Ranboo was exiled instead of Tommy. Just remember that what I write is all fictional and none of the people in this book are actually like this.

Tw:
Suicide
Manipulation
Injury
Death
Starving
Self harm
Neglect
Abuse
Anxiety
Panic attacks
Burn scars
Passing out
Suicide attempts
Derealization
Paranoia
Nightmares
Memory loss
Terrible sleep habits
Torture
Mention of kidnapping
Needles
Drugging someone

Ranboo's POV:

Waking up, I clutched my chest as I try my best to calm my ragged breathing. Nightmares of the events that lead to this point still affected me quite gravely. Although, I'm glad I was put into this situation, I mean I saved Tommy from suffering more than he already had. Glad he was safe, I crawled out of the small tent I had set up.

I didn't have much time to build a proper house yet, afterall I had arrived last night. Dream couldn't stay too long anyway, he said he had business to attend too. However, he's coming back today apparently it's important?

Not sure what that means.. but considering the things Dream has done in the past, I don't think this will go down well. My gut tells me to leave but if I did L'manburg would be in danger. I can't do that to them..

Soon enough, a boat could be seen in the distance. That's another thing, I needed to build a portal so that if anyone would want to see me, they'd have easy access.

Walking towards the water, I awaited for the man to reach land. Kindness was always what I showed no matter if it was deserved or not.

As the man was within reach, I held out my hand for him to grab only for him to push it away. Rude much..

Stepping out, Dream silently commanded for me to follow him somewhere. Not thinking much of it, I obediently followed after the shorter. He led me to a section of grass where he dug a hole. Turning to face me, the masked man spoke.

"Throw your items in the hole"

"Huh? Wh-"

Before I could finish, he pulled out his sword before placing it at my throat. What..?

"Do it.." the man trailed off to put more effect on his threat.

"Dream, I have three canon lives- that doesn't scare me too much."

Why did I have to get bold..

Plunging his sword into my stomach, the life was sucked out of my body as my corpse fell to the floor. Crimson spilling around us, only for me to return to my tent.

Severe pain could still be felt where the impact was. I bit my tongue to try supress the scream my body urged to let out. Tears began to trail down my already scarred cheeks as the wound began to deepen. No no no no, stop it. You can't cry. Knock it off.

Thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps edging closer to the tent. Quick Ranboo, run while you can. All I could do was stand there as the other entered. Grabbing my wrist harshly, the man dragged me back over to where my stuff once lay. Only for there to be a crater in its place.

MY MEMORY BOOK, NO!

This is bad..

What do I do!? What do I do!? What do I do!? What do I do!? What do I do!? What do I do!? What do I do!? What do I do!? What do I do!? What do I do!? What do I do?! What do I do!? What do I do!? What do I do!? What do I do!?