How could you forget?

Saline Solution

Tubbo POV:

I was bouncing on my heels. I was so excited. Ranboo was watching me with a slightly amused smile on his face. That was what I was so excited about. No memory Boo would have been super confused. Then Phil walked in. He waved something around. "Got it!" Phil declared. Ranboo walked up, and gently took the leather bound book. "So you can write everything that happens!" I said. "Thanks, Bee." Ranboo said softly, smiling at me. "And thanks Phil." Ranboo added, and Phil looked slightly amused. "No! Give all your thanks to Tubbo! It was his idea." I smiled at Phil. I don't know if he noticed. "I'm going to go write." Ranboo told me. I nodded, and he went to the couch. 

I walked over to Phil. "Another great idea, I presume?" He said, smiling playfully. "I hope." I say, returning the grin. "I think we should say people's names, and, like, play Wilbur's songs, and stuff." Phil nodded. "Great idea, mate." I smiled faintly, and walked over to Ranboo. "You almost done?" I ask. "Yep!" Ranboo answers. "Done." I laugh quietly. "Ok. We want to try something." Ranboo gets up from the couch, and follows me over to Phil. I nod to Phil, who starts listing names.

 "Wilbur Soot, Jack Manifold, Karl Jacobs." Wilbur Soot seems to spark a slight memory. "Wilbur?" I say. Ranboo closes his eyes. "It's not headache inducing like before, but I remember a guitar and a tune." I look at Ranboo. "Hum it." Phil says. Ranboo hums the intro to a song that we both know well. Phil pulls out his phone, and searches for "Saline Solution". The first video result is the Wilbur Soot Topic video, so we click on that. The music starts, and we see Ranboo listening intently.

1, 2, 3 and 4

I think this time I'm dying

I'm not melodramatic,

I'm just pragmatic beyond any reasoning

For thinking I've got

Fucking rabies or something

I think this time I'm dying

I think this time I'm dying

Ranboo closes his eyes tightly, like he was trying to ward off a headache. I motioned for Phil to stop. Ranboo is muttering something, but I can't tell what it is. He seems to be getting more and more exhausted. So Phil and I carry him to the couch. Ranboo passes out before he can tell us if he remembered anything. "I really hope we didn't just exhaust him for no reason. I really hope this works." Phil nods. "Me too. By the way, who is watching Micheal?" My eyes widen, and I pull out my communicator. 

Is anyone free to watch Micheal?

I type.

  I already am. 

Tommy types back. "Thank god." I whisper.

Thanks Tommy :) 

I type, then put away my communicator. "Tommy is watching him." I relay to Phil. "Good." Phil says. I nod in agreement. "Want to check on Ranboo?" 

A/N

Hi! Sorry this is so late! I had to go to church. I hope you enjoy! Have a great day! 

-Cat