How to take down an empire with voices in your head

1. Old Thoughts

Ranboo sat on the chair in the corner of the small room, watching Tubbo and Michael lay on the floor.

There were crayons scattered on the floor along with once-white papers, now covered with colour.

"You can join us you know?" Tubbo said looking up from his drawing, the drawing showed him- and Tommy sitting on a bench, the bench that sat across from Tommy's hill house. both held yellow and blue flowers in their hands.

They both seemed to be laughing, just enjoying each others company-and life.

Ranboo remembers that Tommy used to give Tubbo those flowers all the time, It was appreciation of the friendship they had.

Then once Tommy stayed at Techno's he traveled far and long, even when it wasn't safe to retrieve flowers for Techno.

Ranboo even had a collection of flowers he got from Tommy. He got his first flower during one of the times he went to visit Tommy in exile.

"Oh I see, you're just jealous of my artistic skills. I can see you staring at my drawing Ranboo." Tubbo said with a playfully smirk. Ranboo pulled himself out of the thoughts of flowers, Tommy, and friendship and pushed himself off the chair and onto the floor, sitting to the left of Micheal who had been concentrating on drawing big yellow bees.

He grabbed a sort of crayons and slid a paper in front of him, "Not really no, but whatever helps you sleep at night Tubbo"

Tubbo let out a short laugh then quickly signed his paper. "Done!" Tubbo siad slamming the paper in front of Ranboo.

He looked at it for a second time, just a few finishing touches were added. "Wow Tubbo I always forget how good at drawing you are."Ranboo said.

He admits Tubbo really is one of the most talented people he's met. Tubbo could play piano, sing, draw, and he was very
smart though sometimes people ignored his capabilities.

Ranboo felt sorry for him when he first saw how some people would only label Tubbo as a 'Bee loving boy- A bee loving boy that cant do much but smile' Tubbo proved him wrong though.
He proved every single person wrong, and Ranboo admired him for that- for not fearing of what people cared about you and instead making them see you the way you really were.

"Awww, Ranboo what are you gonna draw?" Tubbo grinned, and with that Ranboo grabbed a black, red, and green crayon. He made a rushed drawing of himself, grabbing a yellow crayon in the process suddenly remembering the crown that lay on his white and black hair.

"I look so cool" Ranboo boomed. Tubbo sighed then gave a small laugh "Of course."

"Ya know Ranboo?" Tubbo said, peeking over Michael's shoulder to see him adding little figures on a green field below a bunch of big bees.

Ranboo hummed in response. "Everyday I can't comprehend just how grateful I am to be a part of this family, like this is heaven."

Tubbo's voice was soft as he looked at Michael then up to Ranboo. Ranboo couldn't see Tubbos eyes, but he could see his lips forming into a soft smile. Ranboo smiled back.

"Me too Tubbo."