The idea is not mine!! It was originally made by @simple_serenade so be sure to check them out as their story is amazing!
Disclaimer- Mention of memory loss, swearing, and hint of a panic attack-
Read at your own risk
He woke with a start, and immediatly his breath hitched. Where was he? After the sleep slowly left his eyes, he realized that he didn't recognize anything around him. The furniture felt foreign, and the doors looked tall and other-worldly. Looks it around the room, he slowly felt panic growing in his chest, blossoming into pure terror. He started to breathe in and out rapidly, not knowing anything. Looking around only made that worse to he shut his eyes and prayed that he was having a nightmare.
A handing brushed against his leg, making him yelp in fear. "Boo?" Came a tired voice next to him. "Boo, why are you up right now?" Only a loud whimper came from the enderman hybrid, making the person next to him confused and concerned. "Ranboo, are you okay?" Ranboo (as his name seemed to be) proceeded to curl into a ball, trying to hide from the strange room and abnormal person next to him.
Many tiny whimpers came from his throat, making the brown-haired boy pat the part-enderman's back in order to console him. The boy whisper consoling words, and tried to hug Ranboo, which only made him cry out. Having no clue what to do, he said "Boo, I need you to try to calm down. I won't hurt you. You are safe. You won't be hurt" Ranboo decided to try to listen to the words and kept trying to calm down enough to talk, but each time he thought he was put together enough, he came falling apart again, and started to cry.
The sudden searing pain made him gasp, which only lead to more gasping, then hyperventilating. "Boo, what's wrong, try to talk to me." "W-who are y-you" Ranboo managed to say. A look a sadness came across the brown-haired's face as he said "W-what do you mean..?" "I mean I don't know who you are, I don't know where I am and I don't know me!" Ranboo almost spat. He sat back in shock, trying to make sense of the words. When he finally understood he said, "My name is Tubbo. You are Ranboo. We are husbands and have a son named Michael. We live on the Dream SMP. Did that help?"
Ranboo thought for a moment and realized that no, in fact, the word did not mean anything to him. Nothing added up. Nothing clicked. Knowing that this didn't help, he only had a cloud of anxiety slowly form over his head. Although he did not want to hurt this kind stranger, he didn't want to lie. "No" was just barely stated, just over a whisper. But a small whisper like this was enough for Tubbo, making him cry silent, sad tears. Ranboo felt evil, he had made him cry, he had upset him. He had hurt this person. He hurt the person who was kind enough to help, who only wanted to help. He had made him cry. And that was the most pain he had felt. "I'm s-sorry-"
Remember to stay safe everyone!
-Nyla, your personal food burner
