Ranboo's POV
I wanted to scream. This couldn't be happening. Now people would be actively searching for me.
I began to run away before any of the crowd surrounding me could make the connection. I bolted out of there as fast as I could. The logical side of my brain thankfully took over soon enough.
"Get a map. Get a map, get a map, get a map." I began to look around my current area in hope of seeing a shop. And for once my luck was good.
I let out a sigh of relief and walked into the convenience store, looking for a map in my budget.
Good luck strikes again! A map to Florida in my budget! I snatched it up desperately and brought it to the cashier. He looked me up and down in pity. Then handed me a bottle of water, packet of chips and the map. "It's on the house. From one runaway to another." I began to tear up. "Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me." He gave me a small smile and then I left the shop. A/N I'm gonna feed all you fuckers. (Yes that was a reference to the aprons) Imma feed you all some fluff. Why? No I'm not feeling generous I'm doing it to keep the story decently easy for me to write lol. And also life pretty much gets bad from here ✌🙂pls don't kill me. I'm suffering too I promise!
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Fanfiction"YOU CAN'T WAKE UP! THIS IS NOT A DREAM!" When Ranboo came out as non-binary, bisexual xe decided they wanted to use they/them and neopronouns. But what if their family didn't accept him? What if they left xe? What if they abused them? What if they...
