Beeduo Oneshots!!

Gentle Thought.

Ranboo's eyes glazed before succumbing to the walk, and letting his lids fall shut. Mind was like a broken stereo, so very loud - so very confusing; was he in control; was this his body anymore? 

How was this caused, for that did not matter.

Eyes opening, he felt an odd surge of energy, an odd surge of euphoria and activity. His head turned slowly, a robots shifting into place, taking in his surroundings like a newborn child. 

He was like himself, but so different at the same time, familiarity ran through his veins. So much to see, so much to sense. The smell of flowerbed and livestock made his overwhelmed senses churn into a comfortable mush, silent. 

The ender tongue among his mind, he slurred some words ignored by the cattle around him at the time. "⍜⊑! ⏁⊑⟟⌇ ⟟⌇ ⍾⎍⟟⏁⟒ ⌰⍜⎐⟒⌰⊬."

Ranboo nodded, his crown gently sliding into his peripheral vision, standing -- and feeling taller at that. Dialing his slim fingers through his crazed inventory, a light black-and-white message hovered at the bottom of his view. 
It felt like a call, a splash of remembrance soon eliminated.

"Hello?" It read, the username much hazed over - with crackling enthusiasm - for the minor to see at the moment.

His chirrup was polite, and greeting entirely. Regardless of whom he was talking to, "⟒⌰⌰⍜ ⏁⊑⟒⍀⟒! ⟟ ☊⏃⋏⋏⍜⏁ ⌇⟒⟒⋔ ⏁⍜ ☍⋏⍜⍙ ⍙⊑⍜ ⊬⍜⎍ ⏃⍀⟒. ⟟ ⏃⋔ ⌇⍜⍀⍀⊬." 

Ender boy's formality was more pique than usual, so this disturbed the stranger greatly. Only about twenty-five of the thirty-three folk here knew of Ranboo's presence, and all knew his manner of speech well.

"Are you okay?" The voice asked, worried and growing in screaming closeness. Walker bent over in his lank, feeling at the grass -- scooping a careful clump up -- and scratching it like a feline, purring for it instead. 

His ear flicked in protest, dragging him back to the redundant reality he was temporarily stuck in, to answer back to them; "⟟ ⏃⋔ ⎐⟒⍀⊬ ⍙⟒⌰⌰, ⍙⊑⊬?" with a tilt of his head.

He who was in walk looked up to see an approaching boy, boy of blonde and brownish hair -- dirty blonde as they called it. The other's piercing blue gaze was soft as it laid innocently on Ranboo's face, every footfall dragging him closer and closer, before stopping a yard or two away.

The brunet waved gently, " Hi, my beloved. Are you sure you're okay? You are... acting off."

A look of trouble filled stranger boy's face when the taller nodded. "No, you're not. I know that now for sure," He chided, grabbing ahold one of Ranboo's low sleeve cuffs.
Dragging him down into viewpoint, the icy-eyed short one softened with consideration. 

"You.. You are in the walk state." They gasped.

"Hey, Hey! It's me, Tubbo." Brunet teenage continued on, dragging his pink-scarred hand down the arm he dragged. Tubbo laid his fingers on the long, pawed ones of Ranboo.

Palms just hovering over each other, the shorter boy started to count to ten - taking a deep breath between each digit. Stopping at five, Tubbo looked to the walking's eyes, "I need you to breathe, calm down with me - and not think of anything else - okay?" 

He waited until the ender nodded, then correspondingly finished the sequence. "Three... Two... One."

Holding up their hands, but folding the ender's, Tubbo looked into the violet cascades that were inspecting him like diamond and gold. "Close your eyes for me, okay?" He mumbled, guiding them both to sit down on the freshly cut and clover-ed grass. 

Dandelions and poppies sprung about their feet like children at a playground. Ranboo's ears flicked mindlessly as he shut his eyes with a hum of his species, "⟟ ⏁⍀⎍⌇⏁ ⊬⍜⎍. ⏚⍜⏁⊑ ⟟⋏ ⏃⋏⎅ ⍜⎍⏁ ⍜⎎ ⏁⊑⟟⌇ ⏁⍀⏃⋏☊⟒, ⟟ ⍙⟟⌰⌰ ⌿⍀⍜⏁⟒☊⏁ ⊬⍜⎍."

Elder chuckled at this, looking sadly at the fold of hands. They did this every morning, it always worked - without fail - the morning memory exercises.

"Your name is Ranboo," The brunet started, delicately took the ender's thumb from his fist. Followed by, "My name is Tubbo," raising Ranboo's pointer finger with this movement.

He lifted the next finger, mumbling with a happy and quiet smile, "We're married." Then the next up, "We have a son named Michael."
Tubbo giggled at the mention of his piglin son, they would both have to indefinitely check on the youth after this fiasco.

Sliding his palms onto the half-and-half's, he finished, "You're not alone." 

Smile brightening as the other opened his eyes - back to the beautiful heterochromic ones they were. "You're here, with us all. Okay, Ranboo?" Brunet nodded, watching with a wondering gaze.

"Okay." The taller chuckled, squeezing the other's hands in his, then hummed, "Lets go home, my beloved."

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a/n

800 words!

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