Mcyt -autistic- oneshots

America: Sweets pt.2

Ranboo's POV:

Knowing what had happened earlier wasn't my fault, I felt fine about going up to talk to Tommy. I knocked on the door. "I've already said I don't want to talk Tech." It was barely a mumble, and he just seemed so fed up.

"Tommy, it's Ranboo. Can I come in?"

"Just you?"

"Yea, all the others are downstairs." The door opened before me and he popped his head around it, checked the hallway I was stood in and then let me in.

His room was a mess. All the covers on his bed were in a pile in the corner of the room, where he had obviously been sat amongst them. The doors to his wardrobe were wide open, and clothes littered the floor. He was stood there, without a t shirt on, clutching his right knuckles with his left hand. "It's ok. We'll clear it up later. Phil wanted to know what food you wanted?"

"I told Techno I wasn't hungry."

"You sure? You're always hungry."

"Just can't eat. It'll be too much."

"Why don't we go downstairs and talk to Phil about it?"

"I don't want to talk to Phil."

"What about Techno?"

"Don't want to."

"Okay. Well I think we have ice cream downstairs. You could have ice cream for dinner."

"Too much."

"Too much of what? You can never have to much ice cream."

"It will be too much sensory information."

"Oh." There was an awkward silence.

"Chips please. I'll eat chips."

"Do you mean fries?" He nodded. "I'll go tell Phil. You want to come down too? Tubbo and Wilbur are supposed to apologise to you, but Techno said they should wait for you come to downstairs."

"I'll come down, but I don't want to talk to them yet."

"Why don't you put your music on, and I'll tell everyone you don't want to talk?"

"Thanks." He looked at the floor nervously.

"You might want to put a t shirt on too though."

"Hmm."

"Okay. Should I get Phil up here? Or Techno?"

"Phil please?"

"I'll text him." He seemed to be more out of it again at the mention of going downstairs, and I wasn't very sure how to deal with that. I was also getting increasingly more worried about his knuckles which I caught a glimpse of quickly whilst he folded his arms across his chest. Phil was upstairs in less than a minute.

"You alright mate?"

"I'm sorry Phil."

"Why are you sorry mate? You had a right to be angry earlier."

"I, I punched a wall." Anyone could tell how ashamed he was of himself in those moments.

"Come here mate." Tommy walked into Phil's open arms and accepted the hug. He started to cry at which pointed Phil rubbed his back slowly and turned to me. He mouthed ice pack, and I disappeared downstairs to get it.

"Ranboo?" It was Techno. He ran to the kitchen behind me; I had never seen him run before. "Ranboo what happened?"

"He punched a wall earlier. I think he just lost control."