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💌 his smile 💌

words; 1,094
TW; derealization
A/N; short lil idea
Edit; THIS AGED POORLY LMAOOOO

The sunset pink, blue and yellow light slowly seethed into the kitchen, gently lighting up Ranboo's body, as well as the green plastic bowl he held in his hand. He hummed along to a familiar old song, swaying his feet to the beat. He spun the wooden spoon in the batter, going in repeated circle with a smile on his usually sad face. Ever since Tubbo was in his life, things started to get better. They hit a rough patch with Technoblade and everything, but it smoothed over and they're still good now. Things are better now. No wars, no fighting, and they even have Michael. Who could ask for a better life? Raising a kid with your best friend doesn't seem too extraordinary, now does it?
Life was good.
But, unexpectedly, Ranboo's memory was getting worse.
He started to lose track of time, forget who and where he was and generally have terrible memory. It made Michael feel bad, it made Tubbo feel bad. Ranboo felt guilty for it all.
But nonetheless, they loved him.
They accepted him and treated him as though he were a human being. As a person. Not another stepping stool or stone to use to rise towards power. Tubbo and Michael actually cared. Ranboo loved that about them. And he cared too.
So that night, Ranboo got back from the SMP and into Snowchester, Michael was in his room and Tubbo wasn't home yet, he'd gone to speak with Jack Manifold for a while, but Ranboo was sure he'd be fine. Yes, Ranboo was worried for him, but Tubbo's reassurance managed to calm him down, and Ranboo trusted him.
So there he was, swaying his feet and stirring the bowl, worrying slightly as the sun was setting and Tubbo wasn't home yet. He shook off his worries, assuring himself he'd be fine. He stuck his (clean) finger in the batter, licking the batter and ignoring how unhealthy that could've been. Whenever he did this with Tubbo, Tubbo would always ask to lick the spoon or lick the bowl. Ranboo thought it was adorable. Too bad he wasn't there at the moment, but Ranboo knew not to wash the bowl or spoon too quickly and to definetly leave it supervised. Wouldn't want Michael or Tubbo getting too much into it.
Ranboo sprayed the glass pan with grease to make sure the batter wouldn't stick, then poured the batter into the pan, making sure to scrape the bowl with the spoon to get the leftover batter into the pan. He put it into the oven carefully, trying not to burn himself, then closed the oven. He set the timer on a little bee timer they had, then set it aside. He walked over to the window, smiling at the sunset and opening the curtains. Where was Tubbo? He'd have to be gome by now. Ranboo grew worried, but tried to stay calm. His heart skipped a beat at the sound of the door opening, "Oh god," Ranboo heard a familiar voice mumble, then some shuffling. Ranboo rushed over to the door, seeing Tubbo removing his muddy and snowy boots and setting them aside the door. Ranboo smiles, Tubbo is home and unharmed. That's all Ranboo wanted. So, he rushed up to him and Tubbo and hugged him tightly. "Oh jesus!--" Tubbo laughed, stumbling back slightly, "Hii, Ranbooo," Tubbo said in a sing-song, hugging back with a smile. Ranboo let go of him after a second, "Hey, Tubboo," He replied in the same sing-song voice. "Smells good in here for once." Tubbo commented, raising an eyebrow. Ranboo chuckled, "I'm making a cake," He said simply, hopping over to the kitchen. Tubbo inhales the scent, leaning over the counter in the kitchen. "Aw, how cute." Tubbo says in his tired voice. He always had that voice after a long day, which made Ranboo feel a little bad for him. Tubbo gets up from the counter, looking over the bowl and almost immediately grabbing the spoon to lick it. "You don't wanna eat too much, you'll get sick." Ranboo commented, laughing a bit. "I knoow." Tubbo said, putting the spoon into the sink.

They chatted for a while about their days. Tubbo would occasionally rant about Tommy and Jack, Ranboo would occasionally rant about Techno and Phil. Not all of their rants were bad though, they would talk positively about their friends too.

During the middle of the chat, Ranboo heard the timer go off, standing up and walking towards the oven, making sure to put on a mit first to pull the pan out of the oven, setting it on the counter. Tubbo's voice seems to almost fade away in Ranboo's mind. Confused, Ranboo turns around. Tubbo seemingly disappeared, no where to be seen. "Tubbo?"
"Dad?" Ranboo heard an unfamiliar voice say. He looked confused, setting the pan on the counter and taking his mit off. "Tubbo?" Ranboo asked again, confused as all hell. He noticed a zombie piglin walk into the room cautiously, hands fumbling. Ranboo's memory got fuzzy. "Michael?"
The piglin sighed, walking to the counter.
"It wasn't your fault."
"What?" Ranboo asked, still no idea what was happening.
Michael stares at him for a second, adjusting his jacket. "You need to let go."
"What are you-- what?" Ranboo repeated himself, fumbling with his hands and growing worried. His breathing speed up a little, "Where's Tubbo? I thought-- I thought he--" He looked around, Michael just stood with a worried expression. Michael grabbed Ranboo's arm, "Dad. Please." Ranboo stared at him. He didn't look like a Michael he recognized. He looked older. "You need to remember-- remember what happened." His voice was calm, trying to calm Ranboo down. Ranboo shook his head, pulling himself away. "No-- no, no- no no- I never-- I didn't.."
"I know you didn't. It wasn't your fault." Ranboo felt like he could hear Tubbo's voice live on in Michael's. It was tearing him apart. "It was Dream." He was trying to be reassuring, but Michael just ended up pouring salt into the wound.
Ranboo tried to suppress the tears in his eyes as the memories flooded his head. Vaguely, Ranboo remembered how he screamed. How he told him to stop. How he held on tightly to Ranboo. Yet, he gave a weak smile as Ranboo woke up from his trance, holding his hand.
But it was too late.
Ranboo shook his head, feeling his skin burning to the sensation of tears streaming down. "I-I... I miss him.." Michael nodded, hugging the taller one.
"I do too."