Tubbo POV:
We were almost at our house, and once we got to the door, Phil opened it. "Hello!" Phil said cheerily. I smiled at Phil, and he moved from the doorway to let us in. "Hey Micheal!" I call, and Micheal runs up to me to say hi.
"Hey." Ranboo says quietly. Micheal oinks, and Phil walks up to us. "Ok. So who should we meet up with next?" I consider Phil's question.
"The guy who wrote the song." Ranboo says softly. "Wilbur?" I ask, wondering if the song he meant was Saline Solution. "Yeah." Ranboo affirms, though he sounded slightly nervous. "Ok." Phil concluded. "We will go see Wilbur next." Ranboo smiles, quite small, but still. "Wilbur's house is farther, so we need to pack." Phil told us. "Wilbur?" Tommy asked, peeking his head into the room. "Yes. Go pack." Phil orders. Tommy nods, once, quickly, and runs upstairs.
Ranboo asks quietly, "Can Micheal come with us this time?" Phil sadly shook his head. "I feel like it would be dangerous for him. He could get lost or hurt. We don't want that." Ranboo shook his head. "No. I'm just going to miss him so much."
I nod in agreement. "Ok. How about this? We go see Wilbur, then we meet up with everyone at the community house. We will be gone a bit longer, but then you could come back, and for the most part, stay back." Both Ranboo and I like Phil's idea.
"Alright! Go pack up so we can get going!" Tommy was already packing, so we went up to pack with him. Tommy reacted to us coming in, but very slightly.
He gave a small head nod. He was looking at something closely. I walked over to see what it was. It was an old picture. Tommy, Ranboo, and I were standing in a flower field. Tommy looked like he was in the middle of talking to Ranboo, and Ranboo was facing Tommy, listening. I was looking at something in the distance, paying no mind to Ranboo or Tommy. There were some flowers growing at our feet. I had a yellow flower in my hand, and Ranboo had what looked like a light violet flower perched on his head. I had a smile on my face, and I looked like I was completely happy.
I don't remember the day, but the picture is priceless. "C'mon." I whisper. "We need to pack." Tommy nods, and I see him put the picture in his bag. I walk over to where I keep my clothes, and shove like five outfits into a bag.
Then I race downstairs to wait for the others.
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How could you forget?
FanfictionRanboo wakes up and remembers NOTHING! Everyone must help him regain his memeory. Purely platonic!
