𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ℝ𝕖𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕥 (On Hiatus?)

Comfort

Ranboo's POV

"Wilbur...? What... I...", Philza stuttered, still in shock of meeting Wilbur again. I thought I'd never see him again after his death...

God, I wish we didn't have to run into him...

My mind went blank and I was at a loss for words, I couldn't say anything. As I think Wilbur and Philza had a "moment" together thoughts were running through my head, they made me think this was all my fault. I mean, I did bring Phil here in the first place didn't I?

I held my breathe for a long time and I took a few steps back. The voices were back and my thoughts were so loud there was no point in trying to be in the conversation as I couldn't hear anyone.

I cupped my mouth and watched the whole thing happen. The conversation seemed tense almost borderline arguing. I could make out a few words, but they didn't make much sense.

"Died?....Dream- L'man- rg"

"Changed.... You- back...?! I just-"

"..Son !-.."

Soon after that Wilbur laughed and gave Phil a wicked smile that I wanted to punch him in the face for. 'He's such a liar' one of the voices whispered angrily. Wilbur said something else I didn't hear and then left further down the cave I assume.

Phil loosened his shoulders and slumped forward a bit. I let out a breathe I didn't realize I was holding in. The voices had finally stopped.

"Ranboo?" He asked, turning to me. "Are you alright? I'm sorry you had to see that.."

He gave me a weak smile.

Even though Phil looked tired on the daily, even if he was cheery, he looked more exhausted than ever before now. I feel so terrible...'God, I always ruin everything..'

"Phil..", I raised my shoulders and walked forward to hug him. I didn't even know what I was doing until then, my body just moved on it's own... He hugged me back without question, which I was grateful for. I'm sure he needed some comfort after all that...

He asked again if I was okay, I shook my head into his neck and didn't say anything. After a few moments we left the caves and ended our trip.

We were silent for a long time. I shielded my eyes from the sun which was blinding after being in the dark for so long.

We stopped in front of the entrance to the mine to take a breather. I found a nearby tree stump and sat on it, covering my face with my hands.

Phil quickly went over to me, concerned.

"Ranboo, are you okay?"

I looked up at him, he only had to bend down a little bit to see me because of our already large height difference. I shook my head and whimpered out a no. God, my voice sounded so broken.

"I..", He seemed at a loss for words. He gave me a genuine smile and said, "Everything's gonna be alright, okay?..I know that Wilbur's changed a lot and a ton has happened recently, but that doesn't mean in the end this won't have a good outcome"

This man was like the one person that can make anyone feel better instantly, but I was still upset. He wiped away a tear that started to roll down my cheek. I held his hand and dipped my head, trying to hold back more tears.

My cheek hurt as bad as my feelings did right now, but that didn't matter.

"Thank you, Phil...but..", I started quietly.

"This is all my fault, for bringing you here, for not doing anything when Wilbur met us..."

I tensed up and wiped away my pathetic tears. "I'm such an idiot... I'm so sorry..."

Phil brought me closer "No, don't be sorry. You're not an idiot and you did nothing wrong. I'm the one who brought up Wilbur in the first place and you didn't know he'd be there. It's okay Ranboo", he told me rubbing my shoulder.

I stopped my tears and sniffled. "Th-thanks...", was all I could say back.

After a few more words we decided to go home, or- I mean, to Philza's place...

Back at Phil's place he told me more about what happened over tea. How Dream had brought Wilbur back and how Wilbur now blamed Phil and accused him of wanting him dead.

He broke down, asking me if he was a good father or not. "Ranboo did I raise him wrong? What did I do wrong? It's all my fault that he came to be like this...", he sobbed into my chest.

"Listen, it isn't your fault he's like this. It's his own... You're a great father and he's just... he has his own problems he needs to work out... Trust me", I reassured rubbing the space between his wings.

He nodded into my shirt and let go, wiping away his stray tears with the heel of his palm.

"Thank you, really....I guess you really are my favorite son", he chuckled at his own joke.

I loved his laugh, it always brightened the mood, "yeah" I gave him a smile chuckling slightly.

He let me stay the night since it started raining and he didn't want to kick me out after all I did. He's so sweet it melts my heart... I had a little trouble thinking, still debating everything that happened and what the voices told me.

I wanted to confront Phil about it, but after everything he's been through I just didn't want to worry him more.

I curled up in a ball on the makeshift bed he set up for me. It was surprisingly comfortable.

Before I went to sleep I pulled out my memory book and began to write. I wrote about Tubbo and spending tine with Phil, both of which made me smile. I wrote down what I remembered most about our conversations, but when I got to the most recent parts all I could remember was Wilbur.

Just his name, nothing else. Well, except that he did some shitty stuff back in the mines, but I can't remember what it is he did.

So, I just wrote down his name.

'Wilbur'

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This chapter was written by RamBeeGotNoSleep and SmallLittleBomb