DSMP ONESHOTS

Don't Call Me Stranger

TW//: Drowning, vomit, life risk.

Have some angst, calm yourself :)

Yeah, I hadn't seen Tubbo's stream before I started this, so this is sometime around the first canon week of the Ranvan before Tubbo was involved.

Ranboo was washing dishes in the burger van (The Ranvan, they joked), when Wilbur asked him an ever-so-familiar question:

"So if you're not full enderman, what are you?" He asked.

Ranboo sighed, "If I'm gonna be honest, I have no idea." Ranboo continued wiping the plate he was cleaning, "But I definitely know that I am part enderman."

Wilbur frowned, removing his apron, "How come? I mean, no enderman I've ever seen is white, or has green eyes."

"Well, I mean, I'm like, allergic to water and stuff..." He gestured to the sink, "That's why I'm wearing full sleeves and gloves in this weather, it's just a safety precaution."

Wilbur eyed the dishes he was washing, "Why did you offer to clean then, if it hurts you?"

"I just like helping people."

"Okay..." Wilbur stared at Ranboo's eyes, clearly making him uncomfortable, "Why aren't your eyes at least purple? No enderman ever has had green eyes."

Ranboo pursed his lips together, "Are you done?" He asked bitterly, then immediately apologized, "Sorry, didn't mean to come out harsh." He looked away and blinked a couple of times, "I don't know really, I would ask my parents but..." He drooped at the thought, "I don't remember them either..."

"Oh!" Wilbur clapped in recognition, "It's about that memory problem you have, right? You've got to get that fixed, man."

"Well, it's not really something I can fix..." Ranboo muttered.

"Anyways..." Wilbur yawned, ignoring Ranboo, "It's getting pretty late, I'm gonna head home now, you coming?"

Ranboo lifted his head and offered a small smile, "It's okay, I'm meeting Tubbo at the cookie shop anyways,"

"Oh yeah! Tubbo!" Wilbur exclaimed, "How's the man doing?"

Ranboo shrugged, "He's fine, I guess. I don't really know him that well, he just asked me to meet him there."

Wilbur nodded, "Well, I'm sure you know Tubbo's a good man. Have fun!" Wilbur walked out of the van, leaving Ranboo alone.

Ranboo went back to cleaning the dishes, careful not to touch the water. For years, his memory problem had bothered him, not knowing who his friends and enemies were was very confusing at times. Of course, he didn't have enemies, only friends. At least, that's what he remembered.

***

Tubbo was pacing back and forth at the top of the cookie outpost, waiting for Ranboo, 'Where could that man be?' He pulled out his phone and spammed text messages to him; usually, Ranboo was never late.

Something pinged at the bottom of the stairs. Tubbo ran down them to check what it was and immediately recognized it as Ranboo's phone, which seemed to be on top of a pile of clothes; Ranboo's suit. In the distance, Tubbo heard a loud splash! It seemed to be coming from the way bottom. He peered over the edge and recognized what was his husband diving into the lake around Las Nevadas.

"What the hell, Ranboo?!" Tubbo leaped down the stairs two at a time; that's the last thing he ever wanted to see. He raced to the side of the lake and immediately jumped in after him. His vision was blurry underwater, but he could faintly make out a dark hand which he swam down and grabbed, trying to pull it upwards.