Ink Stains (MCYT Oneshots)

[R] Main Actorboo (Ranboo-centric)

(A/N: request as a pic. uhh the play isn't real. also it's not really ranboo centric but i literally don't know what else to put so)

The theatre club had, once again, been hired to do the school's play for the year. This time, with a bigger budget due to the success of the previous play online, they'd been able to choose their own play, and the 'directors' — Wilbur, Techno, Dream and Tommy himself — had chosen to do "June's Lament".

"June's Lament" was about a boy simply named Fifty, who had made a friend named June during his time in the factories. From then on, the story followed two branches: Fifty's plot, where he tried to win the competition that happened every ten years that decided who would be the new boss of the factory line, and June's plot, where she tried to get out of whatever schemes her father — the current boss of the factory line — wanted her to be a part of. It was an hour and a half long, which was suitable enough for the school board, and said school board also didn't care enough to look too closely into the underlying plot, which was much more complex than at first glance.

Because of this, the other directors wanted a good actor for Fifty. June was going to be played Tubbo, because gender roles were dead in this theatre club, and Tommy would be playing Three, a factory friend of Fifty; neither of them could play Fifty.

"We still don't have someone to play as Fifty," they heard Dream say, for the third time in the day. Dream waved around a black file,  with white papers stuffed in it.

Black and white...

Tommy and Tubbo shared a look — a look that foretold chaos, mischief and excitement all in one. Then, turning back to the group of actors, they burst forth, and shouted, "We have the greatest person to lead!"

"You signed me up for what?!" Ranboo screeched.

"The play!" Tubbo said. "Y'know, June's Lament? We know The Seasonal Numbers is your favourite play-series, and this one isn't your favourite, but you still like it, right?"

"Well, yeah," Ranboo said, because he could wax poetics about the growth and plot in all of The Seasonal Numbers' plays. "But why did you sign me up?"

"You're good at acting!" Tubbo added. "And really, I'm sure the others will like you too!"

"The directors-"

"Are students too. The theatre play is run by the theatre club, which is made of students. Wilbur won't be too bad in front of new people," Tommy responded, with a roll of his eyes. "Dream's pretty chill when he's not panicking over plays or playing manhunt. Techno's usually fine, so you don't have to worry about him. And you know me already!"

"And I know you already," Ranboo echoed faintly. "But still-"

"You can still not do it if you really don't want to," Tubbo piped up, and Tommy nodded along. "Sure, we signed you up, but just give us the word and we'll let the others know that you won't be joining!"

Ranboo had many plans to 'just give them the word', actually. But as he continued staring at them, staring at Tommy's puppy dog eyes and Tubbo's hopeful look, he sighed.

"Alright. Where's the hall?"

When Tommy had told them that he had a person in mind who would be perfect for the role, Techno was dubious.

When said person walked in with a hunched back, a nervous frown, and looked like a wind could blow him over, Techno was even more dubious.

But he should've remembered the age old saying of 'don't judge a book by its cover', because when Tommy's friend, Ranboo, went onstage and started his impromptu audition, it was like he was an entirely different person. In fact, if Techno hadn't known that he had been pulled into auditioning only half an hour ago, he would've thought that Ranboo had practiced for at least a week.

"Well?" Tommy grinned at them when Ranboo's audition was over, and Techno was forced to concede that, yeah, Tommy was right about this Ranboo's talent.

"He's perfect for the role," Dream said, after a brief bout of silence when they were all still comprehending what had happened before their eyes. "He can have the role."

Ranboo was being led off the stage by an enthusiastic Tubbo, who chattered with him easily.

"He's good," Wilbur said, a little admiringly. "What do you think, Tech?"

Techno took a look over Ranboo. He seemed like a nervous kid, it was hard to imagine him acting so fluidly and nicely on stage. But he had acted perfectly, and now...

His lips quirked up. "Sure. He's in."