"Ranboo.fashion, Ranboo.fashion, Ranboo.fashion, Ranboo.fashion..."
You opened your eyes to see what was talking. Or who, in this case. "AHHH! FUCK YOU RANBOO!" you yelled at Ranboo who was wearing his beanie over his head, peering down at you, using his phone to play recorded audio.
Ranboo stood still, desperately tried not to laugh.
"Who let you in?"
"Your mom."
"WHYYYY??"
"YOU DIDN'T GET UP AFTER I TRIED TO STEAL YOUR BLANKET!" your mom yelled from the hallway.
"Wait. I STILL HAVE MY BLANKET THOUGH!"
"YEAH, YOU WRESTLED ME FOR IT."
"OH. OOPS. Sorry, mom!"
"My poor ears," Ranboo muttered.
"Oh shut up."
"I am an angel," Ranboo said, giving a thumbs up.
"Ranboo, you literally got possessed in your sleep and scared the shit out of me and Tubbo, have a haunted tree and try to summon demons. Not to mention you scaring the shit out of me by waking me up with ur beanie on."
"That was funny I gotta admit. The beanie part. Not me killing my throat cells."
"It nearly gave me a heart attack. What are you, my assigned hitman?"
"Yes."
You threw a pillow at Ranboo. "Fuck you."
"Language."
"Thank you Badboyhalo 2.0."
"Your welcome, Ant Murderer."
"Hey! Wait, which ant are you talking about?"
"Uhh, the one you killed yesterday?"
"The first one? Or the twentieth one? Or the one that I smashed with that clip thing? Which one?"
"The one you repeatedly smashed with the toilet paper."
"The first, or second, or third?"
"I have no clue. How do you remember the ways you killed the ants?"
"I have my ways. Now answer my question."
"I think...second?"
"That ant deserved pain alright? It tried to murder me."
"How does a small minuscule ant, murder you, whose like a million times more larger than it?"
"It's possible. What time is it?"
"It's 2 in the afternoon."
"Dang it."
"You slept in your day clothes?"
"I don't even remember sleeping."
a/n: based on true convo
*Time skip*
"Lets see, pandas, soccer balls, uhh, orcas, zebras, a skunk, what else?"
"What are you listing?" Ranboo asked, shoving the cake he made a few days ago into his mouth.
"Animals that are white and black."
"A soccer ball is not an animal."
"Well, animals plus soccer balls."
"Why are you doing this in the first place?"
"A general idea on a new nickname for you. Your nicknames are getting a bit, boring let's say."
"Who's "let's"
"Me and me and the other brilliant me's."
"Which only exists in your dreams."
You scoffed. "Untrue."
"Gotta keep dreaming to maintain that thought."
"You're so rude these days."
"This cake is getting stale."
"Then why are you eating it?"
"I solved world hunger with this."
"With stale cake?"
"From your mom," Ranboo said nonchalantly.
"What?"
"I'm sorry. Not your mom. Your dad," Ranboo deadpanned.
"Sus. Extremely sus."
Damn i missed my chance to use ranboo's strategy for volleyball.
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A Little Spark...
FanficEDITED AND COMPLETE FOR NOW You were walking in your neighborhood when you suddenly find something that would bring much more than kindness. (Platonic, I don't want to sexualize minors) If read anywhere other than Wattpad, it is stolen.
