Royal Beeduo | Part Book, Part Oneshot, and Full Abomination

Royal Beeduo // 12

A/N I got 28 messages

I am concerned

also here have an angst chapter

((Btw I suck at writing angst, im more of a fluffy fluff person))

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Ranboo woke up in a bed. Eret was on a chair next to him, holding his hand, Eret looked tired, like he hadn't eaten for days.

"Dad?" He cracked, sitting up. Eret looked up and quickly hugged the boy. "What happened?" He asked. Eret scowled "No easy way to put this but.." He sighed. "It's gone,"

Ranboo blinked. "Like, burned?" Eret nodded. "All.. all our things? My books? My-" He cut himself off, not wanting to say anything more. Ranboo blinked back tears. "We.. We don't know who. We suspect it's the same person who.." Eret glanced at Ranboo, who looked down and nodded. "Well, yes. The Prince's... Anyways, we saved some things. Like this."

Eret handed a book to Ranboo. He almost choked on tears and a laugh building up. It was Technos book, one he'd made himself. "The Art of Fighting Wars" Ranboo said aloud, smiling. Eret was happy to see his son light up again. He didn't know if that smile would stay.

[Timeskip bc heck idk]

The next day, Ranboo went downstairs from his room in a tavern-hotel-motel-thingy.  He greeted the staff.. which weren't that many. They'd all survived, but a bunch of the staff already left for new jobs. The boy shook his head and headed towards Eret, who was sitting at a table reading a letter.

"What's that?" He asked.

"Looking for new house," Eret mumbled. Ranboo skimmed the paper until he saw.. "Central City?!" He gasped. Eret looked up and smiled faintly. "Yep. It'll be a little small, but its okay," Ranboo shrugged "You know I don't care where I sleep. I once fell asleep on a stool, remember?" He said, now eating a croissant. Eret thought about it. Indeed, his son could sleep anywhere. "Okay, we'll get the house. Just so you know, we'll probably only bring Niki. And Ponk." Eret said, leaning forward. 

"But.. the others?" Ranboo asked, already knowing the answer.

"Dismissed. Hopefully they can find jobs," Erets cheery tone disappeared. There was only a sliver of it before, anyways. Ranboo crossed his arms and laid his head on them. He sighed deeply. 

"News please" he mumbled. Eret raised an eyebrow, debating if he should or not, but he gave his son the paper.

The 17 year old looked up and skimmed the headlines. He noticed 'arson' and flipped back to it.

'A house burned down today, the home of ######## Noble Eret and his family. The arsonist is more than likely to be the same person who attacked the Prince. More on that on page 14...'

And that was it. Just a little blurb. Like he didn't matter. And eight letter word was blotched out too, for some reason. Ranboo looked up at the wood ceiling, wondering is things would get better.

'Do not trust anyone'

'Do not trust yourself'

'Do not trust your heart'

A/N sorry so late!!! Ill try to get another chapter, but it'll be hard :(

alsotodays artist... Metka!! They made another very funny animation I will include sometime :)

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