DSMP Oneshots

Wake Up, Before You Forget How

TW: Derealization (I think that's what it's called), mentions of blood, mild panic

This is 1400 words of fluff, but boy do the tw say otherwise >:]

"Baba!"

"Hey Michael! How was your day?"

"Dada wen' to the park with me!"

"The park?" Ranboo looked out the window, a white picket fence protected a thick green lawn, flower beds just outside the window held alliums. The house stood in the middle of a a small, quiet, neighborhood, all the houses looking like his.

"Yeah! And we saw my friend!"

"Your friend?" He looked to the backyard, he could think of times he and Micheal would swing together on the play set, or he watched Tubbo help Micheal swim on a hot day in the Middle of June.

"Hey boo," Ranboo looked up to see Tubbo, an apron on with a light smudge of coco powder on his cheek. He remembers knowing Tubbo, his perfect smile, how he tries to make Ranboo uncomfortable but they've been friends for so long he's immune to it now. "How was your day?"

He thought he knew. He thought he knew this place, his platonic husband, his son, the park. Where had he been? "I-"

"I'm making cookies, wanna help?"

Micheal perked up, "Cookies!" He jumped up, running over to Tubbo, "Can I? Can I?"

The man sighed, picking up Micheal and setting him on his hip, "of course you can," He smiled at Ranboo, "you look stressed, Boo. Did something happen?"

"No, I- I don't think so?"

Tubbo smiled, "come make cookies with us! We'll have dessert for dinner just this once."

"Woo!" Micheal put his hands up as a cheer, "Thanks Dada!"

"Well you gotta help me make them! That's what I've been saying!" Tubbo giggled, turning around and walking back into the kitchen, setting Micheal on the counter.

Ranboo followed, mildly curious as to what the rest of his house looked like. He smiled seeing Michael with a wooden spoon stirring milk into powder.

Glancing around, he saw they had a huge kitchen, perfect for anyone's baking, cooking, or making needs.

"Boo, get us some eggs? We need two."

"Two eggs," Micheal mimicked with a giggle.

"Yeah sure!" He walked over to the fridge, grabbing the carton and bringing it over.

"Can I? Can I?"

Ranboo smiled, "not this time, baby, this is a grown-up job."

"But I aaaam grown up! I'm going to kindergarten soon!" He pleaded, reaching for the egg.

"Not this time," Ranboo pat his head, then broke the two eggs into the batter.

"Kindergarten, wow. You're getting so big!"

"I am! So I should get to do the eggs!"

"Micheal," Tubbo had a warning tone, "that's enough. Or you'll go to bed now."

The toddler sighed, "fiiine, can I do the chocolate chips and sprinkles then? Pleeeaaasse?"

Ranboo ruffled the boys hair, "of course you can. Now mix the eggs, or the cookies won't be done in time."

"Yay!" He continued to stir, tubbo 'helping' with a wisk.

15 minutes passed like it was nothing, Ranboo was happy in the warm, sweet smelling kitchen, crouched next to Micheal as they looked through the oven window at the cookies.