Finding Family in Strange Places {SBI+ Ranboo mafia au}

[Chapter 4]

{Ranboo pov}

I shot awake and panted heavily. Where was I? Why is everything so dark? Why isn't my father yelling at me? Wait, my father? He's... Gone?

Slowly life comes back to me and I calm down from my panic. I knew it was 6 am just because my internal clock always got me up at 6 to make breakfast for my dad. Wait! Breakfast! These people probably expect breakfast!

I leaped out of the soft and comfortable sheets and tripped a bit over the discarded blanket. I don't bother changing since I don't know how I'd be able to wash these anyway. I find my pig plush on the nightstand all pristine and cleaned. I stare at it for a moment before gently tucking it in my arms. The fabric was the softest it's ever been and was so nice to rub my nose against.

I carefully venture into the silent house and take in my surroundings. There were five doors including the one I came out of. The only open door was a bathroom. I didn't know if I was allowed to use the toilet yet so it's better to wait for someone to tell me what to do. I descended the thankfully carpeted stairs and looked for the kitchen.

When I found it I was in awe of how clean it was. No matter how hard I tried the one at my house never could be clean of all the dirt and grime. I opened cabinets and sifted through all the ingredients I would need for cinnamon rolls. I was just about to start when I hear someone yawn in the doorway. He had brown hair and was rubbing his eyes so he hasn't necessarily seen me yet.

"Tommy? Why the fuck are you up this ear- uuuuh" his eyes go wide when he sees me. I freeze and stay as stiff as possible.

"PHIIIIIIIL! TECHNOOOOOOO! TOOOOOMS! THERE'S A CHILD COVERED IN BLOOD IN THE KITCHEN!" He turns and rushes away. I take this time to climb up to the least full cabinet and clamber into it. I pull the door shut and that's when I realized my pig plush was still on the counter. I dig my fingers into my palms and try to desperately ground myself.

"Wilbur, mate, it's ok Techno brought him home last night." This voice was soft and sounded tired. For some reason, this voice made me tense and dig my nails deeper into my skin.

"Wilby? What're you fucking shouting about it's not even noon yet?" I lost some of my tension at this voice. It was tired but young and sounded about my age.

"Oh... Since when was Techno ok with orphans?" This was the voice from the curly-haired man who walked into the kitchen.

"Look guys just because every game night Tommy and Tubbo want to spar with me and they happen to be orphans doesn't mean I hate them. Besides this kid literally just saw some serious trauma-inducing things. So I cut him a break." There are hums and more chatter I don't care to listen to. It takes a bit before everything quiets down and all the footsteps leave. Someone mentioned trying to find me so I hope the punishments aren't bad here.

Once I'm sure everyone is for sure gone I slowly open the cabinet. With a small thump, I jump down to the floor making sure to bend my knees to absorb the impact just like father taught me. I look and see my plush still sitting on the counter where I left it and go to grab it and ease my nearly bleeding palms. I noticed a plate next to where my plush was along with a note.

'Hey, Ranboo! These cinnamon rolls are for you! I noticed you had all the ingredients out but I guess you didn't notice the ones I already made a day or so ago with a friend. Anyway, enjoy! -Wil (aka the one who accidentally scared you) p.s: sorry about that :c'

I place the note back down and grab a few rolls to take with me and to hoard in the room, I woke up in. I turn careful not to drop them but startle back when I see a blond-haired man with very striking blue eyes. He seems surprised to see me and takes a step forward. I flinch back and almost drop the rolls. I look for an exit as the man talks meaningless words to me.