Tubbo POV
Exhaustion had consumed me and was still wrapped tight over my conscious as I felt myself being carried.
Carried by a pair of arms.
Arms? Yes arms...
From what it felt, I was being carried quickly. It was a rough movement. Fast, as well. I already stated it was quick...
Did I hear someone say my name?
It sounded like... distorted. I tried listening... I was in fact hearing a mix of muted voices. There's was about... five?
Yeah... five.
One of them was familiar. Deep, but also a nice pitch of highness. In between. I liked it. Comforting... nice. That voice was saying my voice a lot, from what I could make out.
I felt cold. Really cold. Kinda numb as well, but there was a good amount of pain as well. Exhaustion had consumed me, yet, perhaps it was also blood loss. I felt really weak. It was weird, but not in a good kind of weird. Honestly just uncomfortable.
"We need to get him home now! At this rate, he's losing too much blood! His body will fail if we don't treat it!"
One of the mixed voices became clear, it was also familiar; but not as comforting as the one I recognised first. This one was urgent, protective, demanding in a way. I remember someone with a voice like that... I think his name started with... a 'T'?
T... Tevo?
Tev?
Teech?
Tov?
Tech...
That rung a bell.
My brain was too tired to remember a name. I just wanted to be able to rest, be warm... hear that comforting voice.
"Phil! You're faster in the air, take Tubbo and get him home! He won't make it otherwise-!"
The comforting voice was clear and heartwarming. Why did I like this voice so much? I also remember it belonged to a person I knew... or know. Started with 'T' as well? No..
A, b, c, d, e, f, g, h, i, j, k, l, m, n, o, p...
None of those.
Q, r, s, t, u, v-
R... that was cool. R sounds cool-
Ran?
Why am I thinking that? It rings a sort of bell...
Bell... 'B'.
Boo?
Boo!
Ran... Boo.
Ranboo?
Hang on...
I felt myself be changed to a different pair of arms. Then, suddenly lifted. Was I flying? It was colder here for sure. I could feel wind, and kind of hear it as well; but it was sort of mute like the voices earlier.
Wait...
Ranboo.
Where is he?
He- Ranboo...
Ranboo!
Oh no-
RANBOO!
My brain started fighting the exhaustion, trying to grasp consciousness. I needed Boo! I need Ranboo!
And Micheal! He- who's Micheal..?
Micheal... Micheal...
My... My... My s-...
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My Saviour... {tubbo x ranboo}
FanfictionA young goat boy named tubbo runs away from his so called home at the age 8(i think? lol) then when he meets his saviour ranboo, after years of moving from town to town. they almost get put into an orphanage buy tubbos boss. they run from from the t...
