Ranboo could tell something was up.
Michael felt the same.
Tubbo had been distant recently. He'd been so preoccupied as of late with production of the nuclear weapons that there wasn't any time left for his husband and son.
Ranboo wandered the halls of the recently finished mansion, a lantern in his hands, the golden glow fighting back the darkness that lurked in every corner.
Darkness. Pain. Abandonment.
That was all he could feel.
Where had the happiness, the fun, the joy disappeared to? Why had it run?
Michael clung to dad's side, sticking close as they ascended the stairs. Ranboo was going to tuck Micheal into bed for the night.
Michael was his joy. Yes, that's where it had gone. And Tubbo had also been his joy, his love, his happiness.
Had it all just been a game? A silly little game?
The Dream SMP was like a chess game, Ranboo had concluded. And Tubbo is a chess master.
Had he fallen for the bluff? Did he walk right into his trap?
Michael could sense that there was something on his dad's mind and touched the half-enderman's leg gently. Worried, he looked up at his dad.
Ranboo reached down to rub his son's head. "It's gunna be alright, bud. I... we'll get through this."
The zombie piglet squeaked softly in response.
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