Minecraft Mayhem (Sleepy Bois and DC!?)

Fanfiction on My Father's Macbook

Implied attempted suicide

Fanfiction on My Father's MacBook

For the first time in his life, Ranboo was absolutely terrified. What if his friends actually did abandon him? What if they did think he was a monster, despite their constance reassurance otherwise? Why had they been avoiding him? Had they given up on him? He hadn't hurt them... had he? He would remember that... right? He desperately starts to walk faster, wishing he had Tubbo, Michal, his memory book, Phil, Techno, or even Tommy. He personally didn't have anything agains the blonde, but when ever they were together around Tubbo... he always seem jealous and abrasive.

As Ranboo almost trips, he starts to run. He needs to get to L'amanburg! Oh, wait... no. That's... That's not a.... That's not a thing anymore, is it? The freezing wind starts to whip and slice though his suit. Freezing wind... why? He slowly starts to spin. He doesn't recognize where he is. This isn't Snowchester... This isn't Techno and Phil's place. Then where...? Oh, this isn't good. He quickly pulls up the chat and pleads for some to send him coords to anywhere that's populated, anywhere that had a land mark, a building, some place that could help him find home. He soon after checked if there was anyone there to respond, and no one was.

He... couldn't be on the Dream SMP them. There is no way that they'd leave him to play alone. No, they haven't done that in awhile. Not after he told Techno of Dream's voice in his head, it was either Tubbo or Phil who had either been on or was on Discord.... 'Discord! YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES' Ranboo quickly tabs out of the chat and finds no one online. No one, not one was on the Dream SMP Discord. Which was rare. Even though Techno wasn't on the actual SMP... he always kept a tab open, just in case someone needed him and didn't have his phone number. Techno was always on the look out.

The particles that seem to show up more and more often, shivered nervously around him. Whispers of
'Dream?'
'Dream'
'Green BOIIIIII'
'GUYS! I'm scared.'
'It will be okay.'
'E'
'If we hug him, and show him it will be okay, maybe he will leave us alone?'

Yes, the particles were a bit odd at times, but he still loved them. And he was glad that he was no longer alone. They float closer to him, in a gesture of comfort, either for them or for him. He doesn't really care, he just wants them to stop being so afraid, it amplified his own fears. Whenever the particles were afraid something bad tends to happen. At least... from what he can remember.

The particles didn't listen to his please, and instead grew more frantic, and Ranboo grew more cold. He once more check to see if anyone was online, after he realized the particles couldn't... or wouldn't be of much support as they simpley panicked more, as if see a new threat that he couldn't quite perceive yet. No one else was online once more. He faintly hear something, and just chalking it up to a possible mob, if it was hostile he's be fine he had is armor and weapons. Not much could hur- wait, he was wrong. His Neitheright gear wasn't on him, or in his inventory. Oh dear. He hopes he can make it back to Michal. He missed Tubbo. He wish he could hear Phil's laugh, feel Techno pat his shoulder, see Tommy smile.... The particles stir more at his lonely confession.

"Ranboo"

The spirals in his thoughts swirl to smile at him as they suddenly stops. He wants to scream. Nothing comes out, the wind stealing his breath greedily. He falls to his knees.

"YOU'RE NOT REAL!"

"No, but I'm real to you."

At that Ranboo does scream, wished his peace wasn't so easily destroyed. He shouldn't be able to hurt him from his confines and yet his brain kept him there and uses the single thought of him to stab his own heart, and tear him apart from the inside. Ranboo does realize his is a monster. But the only person that needs to get hurt is himself.

There is probably some powdered snow somewhere around here....

9/20/2021