p5 I can't name things well rn

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Ranboo opened his eye to see the ceiling. His body ached and his head throbbed. He lifted himself to sit up, feeling the soreness in his arms. Ranboo twisted his head to see Wilbur next to him, with a wrapping over his eye. He couldn't recall a single thing that had happened.

"Hey Ranboo! Your finally up." Wilbur chimmed, while he adjusted the cloth. It hit him. The soreness, lose of memory, deep sleep, and something or someone hurt or damaged. He had enderwalked. A part of him was expecting this to happen, but it was still absolutely terrifying.

"Would you like some breakfast?" Another clue is that Wilbur was being abnormally nice. He was nice to him before, but he was different now. To be honest if he were Wilbur he would be nice to a burnt up 8,5 enraged enderman too.

"Sure." He felt a sting in his jaw as it opened and closed. The pleasant smell of the food filled his noise. Wilbur had gotten up and was working at the stove. Neither of them brought up the topic of what happened for a while. "So um, what happened?" Ranboo stood up from the couch and walked the best he could to the table. Wilbur was plating the food for them as he sat down.

"Oh, well about that-" "I know I was doing it, so you don't have to tell me." Wilbur looked at him carefully. At the state he was in, it was extra safe to not make eye contact. Ranboo’s face seemed disappointed,but not at Wilbur. It seemed like he was more disappointed in himself then anything if anything.

"I'm incredibly sorry for hurting you. I didn't mean to-" Wilbur put his hand up before he could finish. "It's fine. I know." Ranboo allowed a small smile to creep onto his lips. "Can you tell me why you were trying to get here? We're not really good friends in the first place, so it's hard to understand." He had began to take a bite of his bread and looked at it.

The enderman sighed, making the other return his gaze. "Me and Tubbo had gotten into a fight somehow. I barely remember why it started in the first place. I can hardly imagine  how I was the one who started it. It was dumb of me to be so hostile!" He pulled his fists down onto the table.

A flash of bright purple danced over his eyes. "Woah, calm down there kid. I understand that your frustrated, but you can't take it all out on the furniture." A bit of a chuckle hinted the last statement. Ranboo nodded in agreement and began to copy the others breathe. His tactic was ruined by him finding out that they both were uneasy.

Ranboo took a bite out of his food to distract him instead. Wilbur seemed to be a surprisingly good cook. This was surprising because, you would think that someone who was dead for to them what seemed like five years, would forget about how to make food.

Ranboo looked down at the floor. "I should go back, shouldn't I?" Wilbur stood up from his chair and put a hand on the teens back. "Sure kid, if you need any help I'll be here." Ranboo smiled shyly and removed himself from his chair aswheel. His smile increased into a smirk. Luckily, the weather had resolved itself, allowing the boy to go outside again.

He opened the door, resulting in a loud creaking sound. He placed his covered feet onto the cold ground. His body temperature adjusted once he was fully out. "How are you not cold without a jacket or something on?" Wilbur asked from inside the house. He was sliding into his coat and leaving aswell.

The door shut behind them tightly. The teens long legs bolted forward swiftly. "Wait!" Wilbur called out before eventually falling onto the ground. Ranboo stopped, flailing his arms in order to stay balanced. He quickly ran to Wilbur.

A red substance that he was all to familiar with was pouring from under the bandages. The only option right now for him, was to run. Run as fast as he could to the mansion. It was the best way for everyone.

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Wilbur is much hurt. This was much longer than the others wasn't it.

If you haven't seen, I'm going to be writing Jshrek. You heard me, Jshrek.

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