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

Short Story

a/n This is something that I wrote for one of my classes. Also, I didn't want to use their user names so Tom is Tommyinnit, Toby is Tubbo, Noah is Ranboo, Cara is Captain Puffy, Samuel is AweSamDude, Phillip is Philza, and David is Technoblade. The idea for Ranboo's name came from another fanfic and it seems fitting. Also, Ihollem is Mellohi backward.

Tinkling music playing in the living room and pale sunlight is what I awoke to this morning. My woolen sheets were so warm, and I felt safe snuggled against my pillows.

My Aunt Cara must have dropped off some food for me and decided to listen to a record, I thought. My only reason to get out of bed was the possibility of food. I pulled the heavy sheets off slowly, savoring every last second of heat. My bare feet touch the cool wooden flooring, I wish I had worn socks to bed.

Getting dressed was my next thought. I really didn't want to freeze while I was checking out the stock. I meander over to my closet, yawning and stretching my legs. In my closet there was a grey and a white t-shirt, the only clean things left. I really need to do my laundry more often, I sighed.

The mirror in the closet showed me my disheveled face. My hair is a fluffy mess and the rings under my eyes are dark. Sleepless nights do wonders for that. I glanced at my tattoo of a record on my wrist. It was mostly healed now.

I removed the sweaty grey t-shirt I slept in and pulled on my evergreen hoodie from the heap of clothes on the floor. That hoodie is my favorite clothing item of all time. It's the most perfect shade of green and the inside is always a comforting soft. I then steadily remove the pajama pants that I received as a gift from my Aunt Cara. A shiver ran through my whole body. I chucked off my underwear, flinging on the cleanest-looking pair of underpants and overalls. I stepped out of the room rubbing my hands against my arms.

I could barely make out the couch, side table, and shelves in the living room. I head over to the kitchen area to see no food in the wooden farm boxes that she normally left. If someone had been in my house, who would've just turned on the record player and then left? The only person I could think of was someone who wasn't living anymore.

It was still fresh in my mind. My best friend, Tom, had been found dead in one of the wheat fields. They told me that he looked gruesome but didn't tell me exactly how he died. Some people didn't care or were happy "that annoying teenager" was finally dead, while others were torn by the news. I was the latter. I couldn't believe that a sixteen-year-old boy had just died without warning. I had stayed in bed for a week, my head and stomach hurting too much to even move. The only people who came to check on me were my Aunt Cara, who dropped by food, and Noah.

I snapped out of my despair with a jolt, my new tattoo tingled. Someone had knocked over my shelf of records with several thuds. I could have sworn no one was there. Maybe I had just missed them because I was still waking up? No, Cara would have spoken to me already. I slowly slunk out of the kitchen, glancing around the living room once more. I pulled the lamp string illuminating the room. There seemed to be nothing until I saw a flash of red from the corner of my eye. That, I knew was not supposed to be there.

It turned out that it was a humanoid figure, his coloring faded and feet a few inches from the floor below him.

"Tom?" my voice quivered, taking a step back. There he was, clad in his usual red and white baseball shirt and blue ripped jeans, a blood-red hole the width of a sword near his heart. It still looked wet. The skin on his thin lanky body seemed almost grey and mostly translucent except for a bloodied slit across his neck and scrapes on his joints. My hand over my widened mouth. Was he a ghost or a figment of my own grief?

He laughed loudly in front of me, clearly amused by my reaction. His expression instantaneously turned serious. "Why don't you seem happy to see me?"