Attached | Bee & Boo

Burden

TW: Implied past abuse, unhealthy thoughts, swearing

A/N: Hello, this is a short and so-so chapter, but I thought I'd give you some content...

 Taking a shaky breath, Ranboo tried in vain to keep his mind off the memories that had resurfaced at the sight of his past abuser. It hadn't been his worst one, unfortunately, but it was definitely up there. Luckily, the man had tired quickly, dumping him back into the system, saying that he wasn't a good fit. That's actually how a majority of his families went. Even if it wasn't straight on abuse, it was neglect, or favoritism towards the biological children.

Ranboo didn't blame them, if he was gonna be honest. He was just a tall, orphan, hybrid. He couldn't touch water and was the jumpiest person imaginable. Who would want to deal with him? There was so much extra effort needed for him to have even a semi-stable life. And, no one needed to do that. He could just power through, right? He was old enough.

"-nboooo?"

"Oh! Um, yeah?" the boy answered, slapping the hand that was waving in front of his face away.

"You good? You just fuckin' spaced out," Tommy stated, his brows scrunched together in worry. Phil and Micheal had left a little while ago, saying he was going to get some water, or something. Leaving Tubbo, Wilbur, and Tommy with him. Ranboo wasn't gonna complain. Two less concerned looks to deal with.

"Yeah, I'm fine," the hybrid answered quickly, brushing off the skeptical features practically etched into their faces.

"It's okay to not be alright, you know," Tubbo commented quietly, his gaze not leaving the spot slightly over Ranboo's right shoulder. The boy nodded slowly, not buying it in the slightest. His problems were his problems. He didn't want to be a burden.

-

"Is Boo okay?" Michael asked, twisting to try to catch a glimpse of the small table they had found by some miracle in their rush to find somewhere secluded.

"I'm sure he'll be alright," Phil lied, his eyes scanning the various shops for a water that came with a straw and a lid. Better safe than sorry. He had decided (on a whim) to take Michael with him, seeing that Ranboo hated people worrying about him, and the person he probably wanted least to worry about him was the toddler that he had been taking care of.

"But- but he didn't look okay." Phil sighed, slowing to a stop as he crouched down in front of Michael. Gosh, he was so young. Yet, a scar still traced from the tip of his forehead to about an inch below his eye, like a piece of his skin had been torn from its place, then sewn back in like a doll with a patch.

"I-" the man paused, struggling to find words. "I- I can't speak for Ranboo, so I won't. But, I know- I know that he's been through some shi-" he cut himself off, realizing the age of his audience. "Some stuff, and I want to help him through it as best as I can. Does that sound good?" Michael tilted his head, considering.

"Yeah," he answered slowly, nodding slightly.

Phil managed a small smile, before standing back up and holding out his hand, "Let's go, shall we?"

-

Techno was tired. He was tired of all the fans going crazy on Twitter about stupid things. He was tired of people getting so invested in his and his friend's lives that they literally had to stop streaming to avoid it. Pretty much everyone had decided to simply delete all social media from their phones, or at least put them into a folder labeled "DO NOT OPEN!"

Well, that last thing was probably a good idea to do, anyway. Because people, for some reason, expected him to have a life. What is this, the real world?! Shaking his head, the man made his way slowly over to the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of water lazily. He was too tired for this. 

Semi-Important Thing : I will probably start updating my stories more on the weekends, and less on the other days because school sucks. I don't know exact times or anything, but yeah. Sorry, and have a wonderful day/night!