Luminescent Alliums.

Chapter 4 - The Pen

The pen is mightier than the sword and considerably easy to write with. A simple phrase really, but was it true?

In the case of l'manberg perhaps, perhaps not.

The pen is mightier than the sword, but the tongue is mightier than both put together. If you know the power of words.

Anyone who thinks the pen is mightier than the sword has not been stabbed by both. Wilbur has, Wilbur would know.

At least that's what he would say to Ranboo,

The pen isn't mightier than the sword, mighty is the hand that knows when to pick the pen and when to pick the sword, this was Ranboo's first time choosing the sword intententially, the pen hasn't really worked out.

To side with the man who had been stabbed by both is wise.

The man that has been to the other side and back, you would think to know it all.

Ranboo, he knows better than to trust a man who was stabbed in the front after he stabbed everyone else in the back.

Now Ranboo has been called a traitor before, for not taking a side. For choosing people over sides.

Sides

Whose side was Ranboo truly on?

It wasn't Wilburs, Wilbur sided with Dream.

It wasn't Techno's, even though he understood the fundamentals of anarchy, what was anarchy if all it did was tear down all beliefs leaving someone lost.

This time, Ranboo was on his own side, no Tubbo, no one.

But for now it was okay to pretend he sided with another-

"Ranboo! Those burgers are burning" Wilbur warned shaking Ranboo from his thoughts

Right, he was at work. In the van,

"Sorry Wilbur, I zoned out" he apologised as he took the nearly ruined patty from the grill.

"All good, just please concentrate, Quackity and Tubbo are so far ahead of us with these recipes we don't have time to slack off" Wilbur said as he washed up some dishes. Ranboo nodded, continuing with his work until Wilbur piped up again.

"I think that's enough for today, you've been up since before dawn" he said, turning to the taller of the two. Ranboo turned of the grill,

"Do you want me to help clear up the rest?" he asked, Wilbur shrugged

"It's fine, there's not much left. Besides we're closed tomorrow so there's not much of a bother in doing any prep"

"Ah, okay" Ranboo said as he took off his apron and dusted off his suit. "So I'll see you when we open then Wilbur" Wil waved him off.

The ender hybrid walked out into the still night air. Before traversing back to Snowchester, the journey allowed his mind to wander once again,

What was going to happen once Dream escaped? Everyone knew it was only a matter of time until he did escape and from what Technoblade and Phil were hinting at with their questions about Wilbur, it was going to be soon.

Would freeing Dream stop the stupid voice? He didn't think so, was it really Dream? Ranboo wasn't quite sure. Maybe?

Does Dream know something about Ranboo's state of enderwalk that Ranboo himself doesn't even know?

Definitely.

Ranboo opened the door of his house, noting the lack of noise. Micheal was already asleep, no surprise there. He gave himself a moment to sit down and just breathe. Pushing all those dreary thoughts away, maybe it isn't going to be so bad.

'He said he'll kill Tubbo, he said that he's coming for his armour and he'll take it off Tubbo's dead body' Ranboo heard Tommy say to him.

Tubbo is safe, Quackity is against Dream. Yes but he was against Quackity.

He was against everyone that could truly help, they all want to help Dream or will harm his friends.

There really was no winning for him today was there?

Ranboo looked out in the direction of the L'manhole.

Who could Ranboo truly trust? He stood turning towards his enderchest, his hand skimming past his precious possessions. Even if he truly believed Wilbur was different, he didn't trust him. He could trust Tubbo, heck he could even make his own husband happy. Techno and Phil wanted Dream out and they would for sure kill him if he tried to leave the Syndicate, he knew too much. Ranboo's hand hovered over a round purple flower, an allium. How did that get in there?

His hetero-chromatic eyes lit up. Someone he could trust.

Tommy