i will lose my shit if even one more person i know dies so
please
dont
die.
he hasnt lost many.
its only been tommy that once.
and ghostbur...
but tommy's back! so he doesnt really count does he?
hes alive and well and breathing.
right?
ranboo's panicked eyes darted to the left, where tommy had been standing, speaking with someone. he couldnt remember who.
the blonde wasnt standing there.
he stood straight, a panic seeping in. no, no tommys alive. hes alive. he didnt make this up- he wrote it down! its in the book! its true, hes alive hes alive hes fine- he isnt dead anymore. hes alive. right?
there.
he let out a sigh of relief when he spotted the iconic hair and shirt in front of a nearby building, arguing with someone. he approached apprehensively, unsure if tommy would want him to join.
the other person came into view- of course.
jack manifold.
ranboo's tail flicked as he came to stand by tommy. "hi jack."
jacks duo-colored eyes flicked to him and the older gave a small wave, "hey ranboo."
tommy's hand came up to lightly hit ranboo's chest, "dont be nice to the thief ranboo."
the expression he wore softened ever so slightly when he saw the remnants of panic on the hybrid's face, "you alright big man?"
"im fine. so what's happening here?"
tommy jumped right back into the arguement, easily distracted by the topic.
he is alive.
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"its my turn huh?" he asked, sleep lining his voice as he rubbed his eyes. tubbo hummed in response, snuggling further into the blanket.
"micheal," he called as he stepped out of their room, "im coming."
it was the muffled oinks and sniffles that woke the two, and ranboo saw their child curled into a ball on his bed, tears streaming down his face.
"christ, um, howd techno say it,,, whats wrong?" ranboo's voice caught the child's attention and he immediately rubbed his nose on his sleeve, making grabby hands at his father.
"p-papa," ranboo rushed forward to take the small child in his arms. "whats wrong micheal?" he repeated, sitting down with the toddler in his lap, petting his pink hair.
he tried his best to understand the piglin with the limited amount that techno had taught him so far, "s-scary dream. y-you and daddy were all r-red." micheal managed to stutter out between hiccups and distressed oinks, burying his face into his father's chest and clutching his shirt for dear life.
"shh, micheal, its okay, its- its okay, we fine, see?" ranboo held out his arm for micheal to see, "no red."
micheal looked at his arm, a shaky hand moving to touch it lightly. "d-daddy's okay too?"
ranboo winced- not at the question, but some of micheal's tears had seeped through his shirt. "y-yeah micheal, hes okay too," he responded as soft as he could.
micheal looked back at ranboo's face and started crying again.
"whats wrong??"
"y-youre hurt papa- smoke!"
ranboo looked down, and sure enough there was steam coming from his chest where the tears had seeped into his shirt.
the young boy's tears continued to fall, but they now fell onto ranboo's lap, sending the toddler into a panic as more steam rose from his father. "papa!"
"nonono- no micheal, im okay i-im okay- hey tubbo?" he called out for his husband sweetly, so not to alarm the child in his arms of his current pain. "tubbo please come here!" a hint of desperation in his voice as he clutched the sobbing micheal to him, skin burning and steaming even as he attempted to comfort him.
there was a shuffling noise before tubbo appeared in the doorway, groggily rubbing his eyes. "yes, dearest?" he asked with annoyance.
the tone dropped as soon as he saw the two. "oh god," he muttered rushing over to pry micheal from ranboo, "ranboo you shouldve called me earlier! micheal- micheal shh, it okay, daddys here."
ranboo swiftly got up so tubbo could sit down in his spot.
he watched, helplessly wringing his hands together as his husband comforted their sobbing child, unable to do anything to help.
"i-im sorry, the steam was making him cry more, i-i tried-" "ranboo you were getting hurt. you shouldve called me sooner."
he stepped back as tubbo went back to comforting micheal with the few words of piglin he knew.
he was still in pain- god it hurt like a bitch- but he was concerned, his uselessness frustrated him to no end as he wished for nothing more than to help.
but he couldn't.
he held back tears of his own, for they would only scare the toddler more, and stepped out of the room to go attempt to fix himself.
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mmmmmm
