transboo 2

Chapter 8

tw: mention of self harm, mention of abuse

techno pov

"so we're all aware that he's not safe in that house, right? i really doubt that tristan guy is gonna let us see him every day, he's probably gonna get a restraining order on us or some shit. we need to get him out of there. and fast. who knows what they've already done to him? they could be doing anything! why are we just driving away?! we should be-"

"techno." phil cuts me off, "if we stayed, we could've possibly made it worse. our best bet is to come up with a plan overnight to get ranboo out of there, okay?"

tears fill my eyes, like the worry filling my body. i dont know how to deal with this! but i need to know, i need to save ranboo. i nod and grunt a reply to phil, staring out of the window for the rest of the journey.

"phil," tubbo starts, "what are we gonna do? how do we get him out?"

phil sighs, "i don't know, tubbo. we'll think of something i promise. they can't get away with this."

i glance to the side mirror and i can see tommy sitting in the back, also staring out of the window like me. he's crying. the tears are rolling down his face silently but quickly. i can only take a good guess at what is going on in his brain right now. and i'm sure my guess would be right.

tommy pov

it's my fault
it's my fault
it's my fault
why did i even let him get out of the car?
why didn't i go in the house with him?
i deserve to be in his place
i deserve the pain, not him

i remember the cuts on my thighs. how useless am i? the tears won't stop, my mind won't stop, why won't it shut up?

it can't be my fault, can it?

how could it possibly be my fault?

if it's my fault, then surely it's just as much techno's fault! and phil and tubbo. they were all in the same car as me, they could've all gone into the house with him or stop him from even leaving the car. why did we even trust them again?

but it's my fault

it's my fault every time

'tommy, calm' technos voice brings me back from wherever my mind was.

'i'm calm' i say, almost trying to convince myself.

'can i not just go in and grab ranboo out? i'm stronger than both of his bitchass parents.' techno asks phil

'techno come on, you know we would get in trouble for that.' phil - the voice of reason.

'then why aren't they getting in trouble for hurting him! can we at least call the police?'

'we can't, we have no valid reason; we don't actually know if they've hurt him, and his dad is now his legal guardian. the police can't do anything.'

'can we at least fucking TRY?' techno raises his voice.

'for fucks sake techno, they won't DO anything!'

'turn this car back around and let me go IN then. i can't just let them keep him.'

'will you guys SHUT UP.' i finally snap, 'this dumb fucking argument is getting NOWHERE it's going round in fucking circles, please just SHUT UP!'

'i'm sorry tommy.' techno says, proceeding to stare out the window. phil says nothing but continues to drive back to our hotel.

back at the hotel

'right guys we need an actual plan.' tubbo says, pausing whatever crap was on the tv, 'we can't sit here and do fuck all while ranboo is suffering, okay? we need him back, it was a mistake to think we could trust his dad but there's nothing we can do about it now. we all need to focus to create a good plan.'

'you're right tubbo.' phil replies, 'but how do we even get him out?'

'thats what we have to try and figure out, guys. so. the good thing is that we know where he is, i don't think they'll move houses or take him anywhere else in fear of him possibly escaping, but what we need to do is to try and know the layout of that house and how big the garden is to see if we can get in from the back. tristan and karen aren't going to leave him home alone and we have to assume right now that they both abuse him. this means they're stronger than ranboo, but will they be stronger than all of us put together? i mean let's think about this-'

'tubbo.' i interrupt him, 'that's a lot of information in one go.'

he pauses, 'right. yes. sorry. what i'm trying to say is that we outnumber them. so if we can find a way into the house we may have a good chance to get ranboo out. does that make sense?'

i nod, phil nods, techno nods.

'right, someone look up their house and see if there's pictures of the inside or the garden.'

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sorry i haven't updated in ages i've had writers block, hopefully i start uploading more frequently.

also! i've started a new story which is about quackity and schlatt, so please check that out - hopefully i'll upload more chapters to that soon :)