Gasoline - Ranboo Angst

Chapter 7

Tubbo's POV

TW: crying, being locked in a closet, slurs, swearing, misgendering, screaming, abuse, punching, blood, broken nose

I heard a knock at the front door. I ignored it and continued to lie in my bed.

"ITS TOMMY!" I heard Lani yell. I sat straight up. "What's Tommy doing here?" I asked myself. I forced myself to get out of my room and see him. "Oh Toms you look terrible." I heard my mother say. "Yeah. I'm sure Tubbo's doing worse though." I heard her question him. "Why would he be sad? What happened? He's just been in his room all day." I walked through the doorway and everyone's eyes widened.

Tommy walked over and pulled me into a hug. I sobbed into his chest, making his shirt wet. He pulled away and crouched a bit, examining me. "You aren't doing too well are you? You look dead." I nodded. "What happened?" Mother asked. "Ranboo- he said he didn't want to talk to us anymore." Tommy explained for me. I saw all their faces drop. They knew how much Ranboo meant to us. "Do you want to stay for a few nights Tommy? You know you have clothes here and I'm happy to text your mother." He nodded quickly. "Yes please, thank you."

He gently guided me to my room where he grabbed the blanket off my bed and wrapped me up like a burrito. He then dragged me over to the couch. "Movie?" He asked. I nodded. The picked a random movie. We both knew neither of us would pay attention so it didn't really matter. I began to fall into a deep sleep.

I found comfort in the dark. Usually I did anyways. But this time I was in a closet. Normally that would be fine. But I could hear someone crying. I tried to find them so I could comfort them. When suddenly the light blinded me. Someone had opened the door. "Get out." A tall guy said. A young boy suddenly crawled out, crying. "Fucking f*ggot. YOU ARE A BOY! NOTHING ELSE!" He screamed. I finally got a good look at the kid.

"Grey eyes, dirty blonde hair, looks like Ranboo but short and like 11. Also Ranboo is a boy. Isn't he?" I muttered to myself. A young lady grabbed me and pulled me to the side. "You can't wake up, this is not a dream." I didn't recognise her though. "Is this Ranboo?" I asked. She smiled but it looked like it caused her pain. "Yes. This has already happened. All we can do is watch." I stiffened. This had already happened? Was that why this wasn't a dream?

I heard a small wail of pain and turned. A young Ranboo, his nose crooked and blood pouring from his nostrils. I felt rage flare beneath my skin. "YOU DICK!" I screamed even though I knew he couldn't hear me. I watched in horror as he left leaving Ranboo on the brink of unconsciousness. I could only look on as he dragged himself to what I assumed was his room. A first aid kit was under the bed. He dragged it out and sat cross legged in front of a mirror. The mirror was mostly broken but there was a small part he could see himself in.

I stared as he began to splint his nose so well- it was like he'd done it before. The lady next to me looked on sorrowfully. "I wish I could've helped." Then she turned towards me. "I'm showing everyone so that people aren't mad at him. All of this happened. He didn't want to let go of you. It was for your safety. Please try and remember this dream." She whispered. "I can only promise I'll try."

Then I woke up. "You were flinching in your sleep big man. Weird dream?" I shrugged. 

"Maybe. I can't remember."