Your Dsmp Limbo (A Dsmp Story)

Chapter 12: Emotional

Ranboo's POV:

We walked over to where Y/N and Micheal were sleeping. I notcie a piece of paper on the table. I pick the paper up. It looks like one of Micheal's drawings.

"How long do you think they have been sleeping for?" Phil asks.

"I walked out of here about 45 minutes ago, so a good half hour maybe?" Techno says.

"I told him not to touch Y/N." Tubbo says angrily. "What if he hurt her again?"

"I would think that Micheal would listen to you." Phil says. "Maybe Y/N allowed him to sit with her?"

"Look at this," I say.

I hand the piece of paper to Tubbo. He looks at it. Everyone crowds around the paper.

"You think Micheal drew that?" Tommy asks.

"It does look like one of Micheal's drawings." Tubbo says.

"Okay, but what is the picture of?" Techno asks.

"We usually have to wait for him to explain." I say.

Tubbo puts the paper back on the table.

"It looks like Y/N atleast ate some of her food and water." Techno says. "But, her chair is in a different place of where I left it. Do you think Micheal could have moved it?"

"He better not have." Tubbo says. "We told him not to touch Y/N!"

"I'm sure that there is a simple explanation for all of this." Phil says. "But let's try to stay quiet while they are sleeping."

"Should we bring Y/N back down stairs?" Techno asks.

"No, we don't want to wake her up." Phil says. "We can just wait."

We all help pick up the table. I hold on to Micheal's picture so we don't loose it. We all sit down at the table. It's queit. About a half an hour later, Micheal starts to open his eyes and wakes up. He climbs down off of Y/N carefully.

"Hey Micheal." I say. "How was your nap?"

"Good." He says.

"Micheal," Tubbo starts. "What were you doing sitting Y/N? We told you, you are not allowed to touch her."

"But when uncle Techno left, Y/N was having trouble eating, so I helped her." Micheal starts to say. "Then she stopped eating after a minute. I asked her if she wanted me to go get someone, but she said that we didn't want to bother anyone. She told me to color, so I did. Then she started to cry a little. So I moved her chair away from the table so she wouldn't see what I was drawing for her because it was a suprise."

"What did you draw?" ask Phil.

"I drew Y/N flying." Micheal says. "You said she couldn't because she was hurt. Then she started crying even more when I showed her the picture. I guess she didn't like it. I sat down next to her, but she said that I could sit with her. So I sat on her lap, and we fell asleep. I'm sorry I didn't listen to you, but I didn't want Y/N to be sad anymore."

Tubbo and I exchange looks. I feel tears start to form in my eyes. Tommy sees me.

"Oh no, he's gonna cry." He says, jumping up from his seat. "Where are the towels, Phil?"