bee and boo (platonic ranboo and tubbo oneshots) [DISCONTINUED]

michael in the bathroom

a/n

broadway ranboo?

what?

no of course this idea hasn't been kicking around in my head for months-

hehe

FIND ME BROADWAYBOO FICS THAT AREN'T CALISTAWON'S KING OF NEW YORK ONE ON AO3 I WILL CRY IF I DON'T FIND MORE :((((((((

(cc!ranboo is a broadway actor, song is michael in the bathroom from be more chill (above))

TWS: mentions of anxiety and suicide (in the song)

enjoy bitchessss

a/n over

"Hello! Other people have to pee!" Molly (playing Jenna Rolan) knocked on the thin door that Ranboo was sitting on the other side of.

"I'm- I'm having my period!" Ranboo said. This line had always been funny to him. He was friends with people who had no doubt used that excuse, and-

Well, who was he kidding? He was a Broadway actor and a Minecraft streamer. He'd also said that before.

There was a beat.

"Take your time, honey." Molly said, and Ranboo knew she'd walked off to the rest of the cast, who was mingling on the other side of the stage, because, yes, though Ranboo was "Michael in the bathroom at a party," they were not "Michael in the bathroom at a party."

Ranboo took a deep breath, the stage fright never quite wore off for him after all the years.

"I am hanging in the bathroom at the biggest party of the fall."

He paused.

"I could stay right here or disappear, and nobody'd even notice at all."

Ranboo stood up, facing the mirror.

"I'm a creeper in a bathroom, 'cause my buddy kinda left me alone. But I'd rather fake pee than stand awkwardly, or pretend to check a text on my phone."

He turned to face the audience, pocketing his prop phone and continuing the song.

"Everything felt fine when I was half of a pair. And through no fault of mine, there's no other half there."

Ranboo ran a hand through his hair, glancing at the prop bathroom door. Now, he had to be sad and nervous. Easy.

"Now I'm just; Michael in the bathroom, Michael in the bathroom at a party; forget how long it's been. I'm just Michael in the bathroom, Michael in the bathroom at a party. No, you can't come in!"

Ranboo took a sharp inhale, glancing at the door timidly.

"I'm waiting it out 'til it's time to leave, and picking at grout as I softly grieve."

Ranboo sat on the side of the bathtub, picking at grout and looking sad. Y'know, it was nice of the director to make the stage directions the same as the lyrics.

"I'm just; Michael who you don't know, Michael flying solo, Michael in the bathroom by himself! All by himself!"

Now Ranboo was getting into the song. He felt himself stand up energetically, as if his legs had a mind of their own, he'd rehearsed this so many times. This song was so fun to perform.

"I am hiding, but he's out there, just ignoring all our history!"

Ranboo paced around the small three walled space, glancing nervously at the door occasionally as the song went on. He wondered what Tubbo and Tommy were thinking, he knew they were somewhere in the audience. When Ranboo had gotten this part, they went to New York together so they would still be able to see each other.