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The Nottingham Academy

Ranboo POV:

the train ride to Nottingham was as pleasant as can be expected, fast bumpy carriages, and annoyingly bad and stale food.

upon finally getting off of the train and stretching my limbs, i looked around, the area felt duller than London, less vibrant and more void of life. 

the people looked down, like they had no where happy to be, like nothing was going well in their lives.

i ignored the rest of the broken down scenery and headed off towards the location of this 'academy' where i presumed George would be.

it was worrying, walking around a city i'd never been in nor heard of. i had been threatened by children on multiple occasions but i simply ignored them. 

i got to the rough area of where academy stood, it was at the top of a large hill, trees going up either side of the road with a large forest just next to it. 

i slowly ascended the hill, getting more and more fatigued with every step, but i finally made it to the outskirts of the academy. it was surrounded by a large fence, it almost resembled a prison.

i could also see cameras at every corner, so i scouted the perimeter hoping to find any form of access, eventually i saw a field behind the academy that wasn't covered with CCTV. 

so i hopped the fence and made my way inside.

it was easier than i thought but this place hasn't really been used in a while,  suddenly i felt a sharp pain in my shoulder, when i turned my head to look at it, there was a needle fired into it, my eyelids immediately became heavy, and my legs couldn't hold me up causing me to collapse to the floor and then all i saw was black.

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Tubbo POV:

i finally got a break from the relentless interrogation bad was giving me. since Ranboo found where George was he's let me off slightly, he still regularly enters the room leaving the door open and beating me until my body is too wary to stay awake.

he only gives me a loaf of bread as food and a single cup of water to drink, it's gotten to the point where my body feels so weak, too weak that i can't stand half of the time. And the cut in my chest is beginning to feel worse.

After a few hours of crying by myself, holding onto my knees as my only comfort i came to the realisation

i missed Ranboo.

I missed the man that killed my boyfriend

And Ranboo was all i could think of.