:: 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬

8- Falling.

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-Third Person-
-Tubbo's POV-

Tubbo was extremely bored. That was the only way to explain how he felt.

Even though Ranboo was in the same room, he was always asleep. Which Tubbo would have done, but he had been doing that all the time and he wanted a change.

He would've left by now.

He should've left by now.

Except he had to stay for one more day, which was very unnecessary. He could take care of himself, no matter if he got shot or not.

He let out a dramatic sigh, laying back onto the bed. Ranboo was also getting out tomorrow since he only had small burns which looked nasty.

Tubbo groaned, he would even deal with Skeppy or Tommy right now.

He glanced over to Ranboo's sleeping body, wondering if he should wake him up to suffer with Tubbo.

He shook his head to himself, before standing up. Tubbo's legs were a bit wobbly, with the grace of a newborn deer.

He took a step, letting out a quiet yelp as he almost tripped over nothing.

He was even shot in his legs! Why had they decided to not work anymore? It made zero sense to Tubbo.

Maybe because you've been sleeping for what seems like a week. His brain supplied oh so happily.

Tubbo sighed, before taking a few more steps. His legs were ready to collapse, and he found himself panting once he got to the door.

Maybe he should turn back, after all, if Bad caught him-

The door opened, much to Tubbo's displeasure.

And with that, his legs promptly gave up on him, and he fell.

Tubbo reached his hands out to grab something, but ultimately failed and grabbed air on his way down.

Did anyone mention how much falling had hurt? Tubbo thought as his hands touched the floor.

The door opened all the way, to reveal Tommy, who was currently shuffling in the doorway nervously.

"Hey-" Tommy started, before glancing at the sitting Tubbo.

Tubbo sheepishly grinned. "Hey, big man. Funny seeing you here?" He tried.

Tommy just rolled his eyes, offering his hand out. Tubbo took it, then stumbled.

Unfortunately, Tommy did not expect that(which he should've, Tubbo can barely feel his legs now), and they both fell.

"Ow, what the hell man?" Tommy shouted, attempting to shove Tubbo off of him.

"Not my fault my feet won't listen to me." Tubbo retorted, rolling to the side.

Tommy only rolled his eyes in response, before standing up.

Tubbo glanced at him. "So what now Big Man?"

"What's going on?" Ranboo asked, sitting up in his bed(if it could be called that, it was just a blanket on the floor with a pillow).

Tubbo only grinned. "I tried to walk."

Ranboo only raised an eyebrow, waiting for something else. But he got nothing, so he only let out a sigh and closed his eyes.

Ranboo fell back onto the blanket, passing out before another word could be spoken.

Tubbo glanced over to Tommy, silently asking him what to do.

Tommy only shrugged in response.

The pair stared at each other before Tubbo tried to stand up.

He succeeded, but his legs were shaky, and Tubbo didn't feel like falling onto the floor again.

"Mind helping me big man?" Tubbo asked.

Tommy scoffed, before helping Tubbo limp back to his bed.

"What were you gonna do once you came in here?" Tubbo asked, glancing at Tommy as they arrived at their destination.

"Well, I was gonna check on Ranboob, see if he needed any shit." Tommy supplied.

Tubbo only nodded, before sitting down.

"So what now?"