transboo 2

Chapter 2

tw: self harm 

tommy pov:

i couldn't stand this woman anymore, the woman who had hurt ranboo to the point where he almost died, so i decided to avert my gaze from her and i looked around me. i saw techno at the front, as if he felt he had to protect us, phil slightly behind him and me and tubbo next to each other at the back. 

no ranboo. 

immediately, i whipped my head around in search of him, with no luck. he's no longer in this room. 

alerting tubbo that ranboo had gone, we decided to split up to look for him around the house to make sure he was okay. tubbo looked downstairs, whilst i looked upstairs. my immediate thought was to check the bathroom in case he literally just left because he needed the toilet. when i found the door unlocked, i decided to just push it open to double check he wasn't in there; i didn't find ranboo, but i did find a missing razor. shit.

sprinting out of the bathroom, i went to ranboo's room and almost ran straight into the door in my desperation to check on my friend. luckily, none of us have locks on our bedroom door so i was able to walk - or, in my case, run - straight into his room. 

the sight i was met with absolutely broke me.

on the floor, ranboo was sat with his knees up and his back against the wall. in one hand, he held a razor which he was using to cut his other arm. the other arm was covered in blood from the way he had been viciously cutting himself. he looked up at me through his tears as i crouched down next to him, taking the razor from his hand.

he whispered, 'i'm sorry, tommy.' and more tears fell as he looked down, ashamed of himself. i brought him into a quick hug and i told him to not apologise before i ran straight back out of the room and bumped into tubbo, who probably came to check whether i'd found ranboo or not.

'tubbo,' i said, out of breath from all the running, 'please go get bandages from downstairs. don't tell phil or techno, yet, they need to deal with ranboo's mum. he hurt himself again.'

tubbo's eyes widened in horror and surprise but he nodded and ran straight back down the stairs. i turned back to the bathroom and washed the razor, putting it back in its place before returning to ranboo who was still sat on the floor.

ranboo pov:

i'm a failure.

i broke my clean streak.

i was clean for about two months before she showed up.

why did she show up?

it's like she sets out to make my life hell.

and now tommy probably thinks i'm a failure.

'ranboo?' a voice breaks me out of my thoughts, the voice seems concerned and worried. i'm not used to people feeling like that for me. i look up to the person who was speaking, and its tommy.

'i'm sorry.' i reiterate, knowing it's really the only thing i can say right now.

'don't be sorry, please don't be sorry. none of this is your fault, okay?' he says coming to sit down next to me. i lean my head on his shoulder, which was awkward because i'm taller than him, but i needed physical contact right now. i feel more tears start to fall down my cheek and tommy puts an arm around me.

at that moment, the door opens again causing tommy and i to look up; it's tubbo. he pauses at the door, unsure whether to come in, when tommy speaks up.

'tubbo! did you get the bandages?' his voice is almost shaky, as if he is on the verge of tears. tubbo nods and walks over to us, handing the bandages to tommy and sitting the other side of me, leaning on my shoulder as it would be extremely uncomfortable for me to lean on him. tommy gets up and sits in front of me, i hold out my arm to him and turn to face tubbo, unable to look at the damage i did to myself. 

before i know it, tommy's finished cleaning and bandaging my arm so we decide to go downstairs. i grabbed a hoodie on my way out, i didn't want to worry phil and techno yet. they just finished dealing with my 'mother' so they probably don't want to deal with me just now. tommy takes my hand as support in case she's still there when we get downstairs. luckily she's not, but phil and techno are sitting, almost expectantly, on the couches. as we enter the room, they look up and then share a gaze between themselves.

'what's going on?' tubbo asks, worriedly.

'ranboo, mate, we need to talk to you.' phil says, avoiding eye contact.

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