Their Panic Room (A Ranboo Fanfic) ✨

Philza Minecraft

(Lol writing this at like 2 am its abt to suck xD)

They moved swiftly through the building, the click of Ranboo's shoes echoing through the halls. DreamXD's plastic face stuck in his usually permanent smile. The robes flying gracefully behind him, and his paper-white wings frozen, as he seemed to float without them. Ranboo walked awkwardly next to him, his suit wrinkling and tail swishing in a left-right pattern. The vibrant purple contacts were beginning to burn in his eyes, seeing as he'd never needed to use contacts before. He fiddled with his freckled hands behind his back. The silence was deafening. Suddenly a load crash errupted from the the next room. A knot began to form in Ranboo's stomach. "Finally." XD said, grabbing Ranboo's white freckled hand with his own. Swiftly they moved into the room.

DreamXD swung the door open aggressively, eager to reveal the sad soul who had given away their location. Ranboo gave a silent gasp. "Ah, its you again." XD said cockily. Phil stood awkwardly in the center of the room, his great robes flowing with the breeze, coming from a window left ajar. His hat sat crookedly on his straw blonde hair. His large, dark gray wings were arranged in a frightened position, like a bird who has heard a noise. Not loud enough to make him fly away, but for him to prepare if something were to happen. A large, gaping hole was out of place in his right wing, dripping with the same sticky red substance Ranboo found on the painting. Next to him, was the shattered peices of a beautiful maroon vase, some peices seemed to have been tipped in gold.

"R-ranboo?" Philza studdered. "Why...?" He asked, anger brewing in his voice. "Oh, don't worry about him." The god cooed. "What you should be worrying about..." He began, revealing his large, elegant axe. It seemed to glimmer, like the water in a pool on a hot summer day. "Is how you escape this time." The god said, beginning to charge Phil.

Philza quickly blocked with a sheild, revealing his own netherite weapon, this time a sword. Ranboo always enjoyed Phil, being in the syndicate with Niki, Phil, and Techno meant he always got incredible combat training. While Techno was good, he had learned everything he knew from Phil.

"They used to call me the Angel of Death." Philza chuckled at the name. "Yeah, according to legends, a single stare from this Angel kills you!" Techno added, making it sound like a scary story. "Techno! I wasnt that scary!" Philza playfully added (i can here the shippers already). "Hey, you didnt know you like I knew you back then. You were terrifying." The both laughed at their remarks. Ranboo listened intently, basically fangirl-ing over everything the two said. "Anyways," Phil continued. "I used to fight all the time, taught Technoblade here everything he knows. I could show ya if you want?" Philza asked. Ranboo nodded his head aggressively, to the point where he got a mini headache.

The two elegantly fought, a dance for survival. A swing of an ace was met by a shield, a sword met by pure air, XD often being swift enough to dogde most of Phil's attacks. Phil wasnt quick enough. The god pinned him onto the ground, his plastic smile wider than it had ever been. "Well, well, Phil..." He said, raising his arm up in a striking position. "I guess your time has come." He added, swinging the axe down.