Arrival

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TW: Swearing

A/N: Ya know, I could have had this done by like 8:30, but noooo, I just had to binge watch YouTube. Sorry guys. 

Schlatt's house was pretty close at this point, only one or two more miles. From there, after they got everyone patched up, he still had to figure out, but it was a start. Tubbo was panting heavily by now, him and Will. They were all exhausted, but they were especially so.

"Just a little farther!" Phil called to the group behind him. This statement was surprisingly met with zero complaints, not even Tommy uttered so much of a groan. A heavy weight was resting on them, all of them wary of every snap of a branch. No one knew what happened to the guards at the facility, or even if they were coming after them.

A roof suddenly became visible over the tops of the trees, and Phil let out a sigh of relief, Schlatt's house. Quickening his pace slightly, he glanced at Ranboo, gesturing for him to run ahead. No use scaring him more than we already have.

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Ranboo spared a quick glance at his platonic husband, the bee was deathly pale, his movements slow and sluggish. Trying to convince himself it was for the best, the enderman left the boy's side, first making sure Tommy had a good grip on his beloved, then ran down to the house that they unofficially shared. Ranboo didn't technically have a place to stay otherwise, but he would never admit that. Whenever someone asked he always found a way to divert the topic, avoiding the question. He had a small handmade tent in the woods, it kept him warm and out of the rain. When he had to get stuff to eat he just went to either Phil's or Schlatt's house, neither really minded. It was normal at this point.

Running down the path that he could walk blindfolded at this point, he fumbled momentarily with the door knob before bursting in. Schlatt was sitting on the couch, well, lying was probably a better word. He looked like he hadn't slept well, or at all. Which was probably true.

"Ranboo?" The father figure asked, quickly turning, squinting in the bright light.

"Hey, Schlatt." The boy greeted.

"Wha-Where were you? Is Tubbo with you? Are you alright?" Questions poured out of the ram hybrid's mouth, not even giving Ranboo a chance to answer.

"It's... a long story. But, to cut it short, to cut it short." the enderman paused, trying to figure out how to say it. "I can't cut it short, so I'll just say Tubbo got shot and we need your help. Also there are a bunch of other hybrids that are also somewhat hurt, and I think Techno might need his hand checked out. I'm probably forgetting something, whatever." Schlatt stared at him, probably trying to absorb the information dump.

"I'll... I'll go grab a med kit?" Ranboo nodded, awkwardly trailing after the man as he rummaged through a couple cupboards, presumably looking for the previously stated object. After he found it, he gestured for the boy to lead the way, and he did. Making their way outside, they both squinted in the sunlight, trying to adjust to the new brightness level.

"What the fuck, Ranboo." Schlatt stated, staring at the large group of children on his front lawn.

"Yeah..."

Oh, I forgot, I made a new book, it's not a fanfiction, it's really just me messing around. You can read it if you ever get bored I guess lol. I might put some behind the scenes stuff in it, IDK really know yet. Maybe some oneshots? I'll figure it out, but no promises. 

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