[Discontinued] Welcome to the Family - SBI + Ranboo + Tubbo (no shipping!)

Chapter Four

I had apparently dozed off in the car as I woke up to a light tapping from a smiling Phil. "Welcome home!"

I gave a tired smile as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Sliding out of the van and into the chilled March air, I grab my duffle bag. Out of chill, I made a light tweet noise, slapping my hands over my mouth hoping that Phil hadn't heard. Phil seemed to shift before turning to smile at me again, I hope it was nothing. Then I followed Phil up to the light blue two-story home.

Stepping into the home felt like a welcoming warm blanket after running about in the snow. It had oak wooden flooring and creamy slightly off-white walls. I could hear multiple loud but happy voices on the floor above. I followed Phil down a hallway to a door at the back of the house, glancing at the family photos on the walls as we walked. They all looked so happy. Phil opens the door saying, "This was the guest room, but now this is your room, Ranboo. Are you ready to meet the boys?"

I set down my bag on the twin-size bed in the small room. There was a dark wooden desk with a matching bed and nightstand. The sheets were white but looked lightly used. I turn back to Phil and nod. He smiles and yells, "Boys! Come meet Ranboo!"

It sounded like a herd of elephants running down the stairs. First to run into the room was a young blond boy with a brown-haired boy with antennae following close behind. After that was another brown-haired boy who seemed slightly shorter than me. And finally, the pig hybrid with pink hair entered the room. I felt self-conscious under all their gazes. And a bit crowded, too... 

"Well, hello there Ranboob-" the blond boy started.

"Tommy, don't be rude! That's Tommy, I'm Wilbur, that's Techno," Wilbur explained, pointing at the pink-haired man. "And that's Tubbo!"

They sure seemed to be a rowdy bunch of boys. I gave a half-smile and waved at the group. "Do you not talk?" the boy named Tubbo asked. I shake my head at him nervously. "Hey, that's alright. I was just wondering."

"Wait, wait, wait! Were you born before April 9th, 2004?" the loud blond boy, Tommy, asked. I nod and he pumps his arms. "That means that I'm not the youngest anymore!"

"No, Tommy. You're still the youngest, he was born before you, not after," Technoblade corrects him teasingly. I smile lightly, I feel and hope that he and I will get along well.

"Well, let's leave Ranboo alone now to unpack," Phil smiled at the boys. They nodded and all filed out of the room, all except for the antennaed boy Tubbo. I waved at him briefly, what is he still doing in here? He walks toward me with his arm extended to touch mine. I recoiled, holding in a surprised chirp, was he going to hurt me?

"Sorry, I'm telepathic so I can hear your thoughts if I touch you. I don't have to if you're uncomfortable though," Tubbo says. Oh. I extend my arm to him. I don't know why, I guess I just wanted my thoughts to be heard.

He touches my arm. "Hello, Ranboo,"  he says without his mouth moving.

"Uhm, hi,"  I reply with a light smile. He looks at me with a surprised expression.

"Woah! I wasn't expecting your voice to be so low!"

"Really? I honestly don't know what my voice sounds like anymore. I haven't spoken in a long time."

"The way I hear your voice is how you would speak out loud,"  Tubbo explains, telepathically. "How long have you not spoken for? Sorry, if that's too personal, I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"No, it's alright. I haven't spoken since I was about ten-ish, so about seven years."

"Oh, damn. I'm sorry. Well, I hope you learn that it's safe to open up here. Maybe, you could even go back to speaking aloud. Sorry, that might be too optimistic, but I really do hope you like it here,"  Tubbo gives me a shy smile. I return the smile and he removes his hand from my arm. He turns and heads toward the door. "I'll let you unpack now. Lunch should be ready in about a half-hour. Then I can give you a tour of the house."