Mcyt oneshots (mostly beeduo)

Must have been the wind

A/N
TW: Abuse, Alcohol.
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It was like someone was repetitively stabbing your head, it felt like if someone started pulling on your hair as-well as hitting your forehead, it felt like I was loosing brain cells. It started raining and strong winds could be heard and seen. The wind brushed against the trees making them sway from side-to-side. I was trying to focus on anything other than the pain and my panic, it was difficult as I could still hear my uneven breathing. I was screaming, hoping Ranboo, who was in the apartment below mine would hear me. I heard a knock on the front door of the apartment, and swung my head around to face the door.
"You get it, you useless soul." My father said sternly. I walked towards the door as my father let go of my horns. I breathed out, shaking vigorously.
"Tubbo? Are you ok I heard screaming." Ranboo whispered, he had a quiet voice which constantly sounded like whispers.
"I-Im fine, are you sure you heard screaming?" I stuttered.
"Well, I also heard glass shattering and sounds of like punching."
"I-It was probably the wind! Don't worry." I said, still stuttering. We said our goodbyes, and he walked out the door still suspicious and worried.
"Get over here, boy." Yelled my father from the opposite side of the room. I started slowly walking towards my father, knowing what he would do. He hit me right across my face and continued yelling at me for another thing I had nothing to do with.

Ranboo POV

That was it, I heard more screaming and hitting. I turned around and aggressively swung open the door to my best friends apartment. He lay there on the floor, the tears coming out of his eyes could fill an ocean or more, the crimson red liquid poring out of the side of his head, as his father walked away angrily. "WHAT THE HELL TUBBO?" I screamed loud enough for Tubbo to flinch, and he started crying more. I sighed and walked over to the boy crying on the floor and picked him up onto my lap, his body was shaking and he looked as if he was in excruciating pain, it made sense, the side of his head was bleeding. "Oh god Tubbo, I'm gonna take you down to my apartment and get you fixed up, ok?" He nodded his head shakily, and nuzzled more into my chest. I carried the boy put of his front door, and down the stairs to get to my apartment.

Tommy and Techno were obviously arguing again, while a very tired Wilbur lay on the couch, probably sick of all the arguing about nothing. Phil was trying to get the 2 boys arguing to shut up, but they weren't cooperating. "Hey guys..." I said, looking at Tubbo and then back at Phil, they all stopped talking and spun their heads around to look right at the boy in my arms. "What happened?" Wilbur asked from across the room, tiredly. "Schlatt." I sighed. Phil walked over and took Tubbo out of my arms, he took him to the couch and lay him down next to Wilbur. I walked over to the (guys how to spell cobourd- coubard- wait that's not right- omg I hate spelling) and grabbed the first aid kit, I slowly stepped towards Tubbo who lay on the couch, and wrapped his head in a bandage as I knelt down to his level. I smiled and sat down next to him, as he lay his head on my lap, falling asleep.

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this is good
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word count now right
word count (including A/N): 632
one of the longest stories I've written