Vigilante Bench Trio (BEING REWRITTEN)

Chapter Six: Aftermath

-Tubbo's Point of View-

I quickly rushed to place Ranboo on the bed as we appeared back in the house. 'Fuck fuck shit fuck shit-' Was the only thing playing through my head. Ranboo was holding the side of his face, mumbling substitute curses. "I need you to move your hand Boo." I told them as I took off my mask and goggles.

"It hurts." He whimpered, still covering his face. The bastard had managed to land a hit fight on their face. I gritted my teeth. I'll make him pay for that one of these days. I forcefully moved Ranboo's arm, quickly assessing the damage. The right side of his face looked burned, steam currently rising from the wound. I cringed slightly at the sight.

"Jesus," I muttered, "TOMMY GET A CLOTH!" I demanded as I watched over Ranboo. I heard Tommy scuttling through the kitchen. He appeared by my side holding a cloth and some bandages.

"Is it going to scar?" Tommy questioned, biting his lip slightly. I didn't respond as I lightly wrapped a bandage around Ranboo's head. The silence spoke for me, Tommy silently turning away. I patted Ranboo's hair once I was done.

"You ok Boo?" I questioned softly. They gave a small hummed as he nodded their head. "Get some sleep." I told him as I stood a bit taller to confront Tommy. I took a deep breath.

"I-I didn't know," he hesitated, "I'm sorry." He squeaked, looking down at his shoes. I sighed and approached Tommy. I placed a hand on his shoulder, making him flinch. 'God...'

"Tommy it's ok. You two go out there every night, risking your lives, we just didn't know something like this was gonna happen." Tommy didn't respond. An uncomfortable silence settled between us. I reached my hand out and lightly patted his head. He didn't flinch this time. He's been doing better on that side of his trama.

"You should go get changed." I told him, gesturing in the direction of the bathroom. He nodded silently. I watched as he hurried off. I slouched a bit. We've all come from abusive backgrounds, but Tommy never spoke about his past very much. He always listened but he never said anything to us. I've told him it's unhealthy to not talk to someone about the past... not that he listens anyway. As far as I know, he had his mom and dad until something happened. Then his mom passed away. It always made him sad to talk about. But there was one time that I heard about his father. He abused Tommy until Tommy found the strength to run away. After that, he was placed in an orphanage. And that's where I met Tommy.

I looked in the kitchen, spotting an item I had never seen before. I approached it and grabbed it off the counter. I was some sort of gun. We don't own any guns...

"I got that off The Blade." Tommy suddenly announced, making me jump. I put my hand over my heart as I wheeled around to face him. I let out a small laugh.

"You scared the crap out of me." I told him with a sigh. He smirked back at me. I simply rolled my eyes and walked to my corner. As I sat down I examined the weapon in my hand. It didn't really look like a normal gun. "The Blade doesn't use guns." I mumbled. Tommy leaned over my shoulder and hummed in agreement. 'So why did he have this?' I questioned silently. It seems like this weapon must've been a recently developed support item.

"Wait it sprayed Ranboo with water," Tommy suddenly commented, "it must've been made for just him... they're looking for weaknesses." He said in slight shock. 

A/N: Short chapter because small brain and long chappy later.