Ranboo's POV
A/N As I promised more Fantasia content. Also my messy paint covered floor. My room is filled with paint, canvases, shoes and boxes lol. I do a lot of painting so yeah... my floor's a bit of a gallery...
Me, Tubbo and Tommy caught a Uber to the address Phil had given Tommy, before both Techno and him had ominously hung up.
And it was...
An old warehouse? What? Why here? What was special about a warehouse?
And all of a sudden Techno was there next to us.
"Tech? What's going on?" Tommy asked him nervously. But what took my notice was Techno's hands. Calloused and rough. His hands were normally soft. Gamer hands I guess you'd call them. But these... they weren't smooth. These were the hands of a grave digger.
I caught my breath. Did he-?
"Come inside." He said sharply before I could question him. He led us through a gate towards the entrance.
"Tommy! Tubbo! Ranboo!" Phil called out when he saw us. "Dad!" Tommy called back rushing to hug him.
Me and Tubbo walked forwards more carefully. "What's going on?" Tubbo asked suspicion creeping into his tone.
Technoblade and Philza's expressions darkened immediately.
"Promise us you won't call the police." Technoblade muttered ominously. "I- okay-" I agreed reluctantly. If it were important enough to call the police I shouldn't be promising this.
They always said curiosity killed the cat.
But satisfaction brought it back.
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Revived - Wilbur Angst
Fanfiction"White streak in my hair but no stress now!" After Wilbur passes away Technoblade and Phil get desperate to have their amazing son and brother back. They will go to the ends of the earth to have him back, even for a moment. But what if there was a w...
