Thus Always to Tyrants

it will fill your lungs, if you'll have it

When Ranboo turned eighteen, he had one wish, the one wish that he got. Half a year later, Ranboo had a full set of fingers. Seven real, three prosthetics, but he had all ten fingers. It was the happiest he'd ever been in years. He'd also gotten a mask to cover the bottom half of his face, to hide the scars. They were off-putting to most people, to see someone so seemingly young wearing a world of hurt.

It was hard to imagine, that he'd found a new family, three separate houses and then nearly lost everything. He lost his brother, almost lost his life.

Ranboo was taken to therapy, though to be fair everyone in the family was. Everyone got their own day. His day was Wednesday. On Wednesdays they played board games and on their old Wii and ate any type of pasta there was for dinner.

Today was Thursday, which meant it was Tommy's day. So in the morning, they went out to breakfast and they played cards. While Tommy went to his appointment, Ranboo was playing with a Rubix cube he'd gotten.

"You've gotten pretty good at that." Techno drawled as he walked over to where Ranboo was sat on one of the barstools by the kitchen island. He hefted himself up onto the kitchen island, watching curiously.

"Yeah, my therapist says it's good to have something to distract myself with. It's really funny, freaks out Tommy since I can go super fast." Techno chuckled.

"That checks out. How's your new hand suiting you?" Ranboo laughed, looking at his three fake fingers.

"It's weird. Like I know they're there, but I can't feel anything." Techno nodded, staring at the wall. "Do you, uhm, need something?"

"Oh, uh, yeah. I need help finding someone." Ranboo gave him a confused look.

"Finding someone?" Techno nodded again.

"Yeah. My, uh, my little sister. I want to find her again. We haven't spoken in years and I just... I want to see her again. She's the only family I have left." Ranboo nodded.

"I'll see what I can do, do you have any leads? Anything?" Technoblade shook his head.

"I have our old house address. That's all I got." Ranboo sighed, but also smiled.

"I mean, I got pretty close to finding Kristin on less." Technoblade smiled gratefully.

"Thank you, Ranboo."

"No problem."

***

"You're sure this is where she is?" Technoblade asked as they both looked towards a cute, small two-story house with warm yellow walls. Ranboo nodded.

"Yeah, she has the same name and last name." Techno sighed, fidgeting with the edge of his shirt.

"I should go, she probably hates me."

"She doesn't, Techno. Probably. Now I spent a lot of time figuring this out, I have never crawled through social media that much, you are going to meet her."

"Are you sure Ranboo?" Ranboo gave Techno a hard look.

"I'm certain, Techno. Now go talk to your sister. If it goes terribly, I'll be here." Ranboo waved as Technoblade took a few uncertain steps towards the clean-swept porch. He stood in front of the door, looking at the bag of pastries Phil had made for him. How long had it been since he spoke to her? Since he ran away from their home?

Technoblade took a deep breath, and knocked on the door. The woman who greeted him was tall and willowy, her light brown hair plaited back and falling over her shoulder. She looked at him with confused eyes.