Ranboo ran, and ran, and ran. He didn’t stop. He just ran. What was he running from? He didn’t know. He ran for what seemed like an eternity, until finally, he stopped. He just, stood there, staring. What he saw before him was unlike anything he’d seen before. It was some sort of creature, about 5’11. The creature looked over at Ranboo and smiled.
“Hey mate! You alright? You look a bit nervous,” said the creature.
Ranboo just kept standing there.
“Mate?” said the creature again.
And still, he stood there.
The creature walked over to Ranboo and gently tapped his shoulder, just to make sure he was still alive. Ranboo moved slightly and looked down at the creature.
⊑⟒⌰⌰⍜? (Hello?) said Ranboo.
“Woah, what the hell was that mate?” replied the creature.
“You don’t speak Ender?” said Ranboo.
The creature shaked his head.
“No, I speak English. What’s your name?”
“Ranboo, and you?”
“Philza Minecraft, or Phil.”
“Nice to meet you, Philza Minecraft. Where am I?”
“Outside of my village. Where did you come from?”
“I…..I am not sure. I know I was running from something, but I don’t remember what,” said Ranboo sadly. He didn’t really remember anything, especially not what he was running from. He could barely remember his name.
“Huh, well, you’re welcome to stay with me, if you like. I’ve got 4 kids, all about your age, if you’re cool with that,” replied Philza. He could tell that Ranboo was sad, but he wasn’t sure how to make it better. Ranboo smiled.
“I would love to, if it means I won’t be alone,” Ranboo said grinning.
Philza smiled aswell. He would protect this person, child, thing. Even if it was dangerous, he wasn’t going to let Ranboo live on his own.
To be continued...
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The Enderwalkers
FantasyHi! This is my first story, sooooo, enjoy! This story is based off a headcannon that I do not think is just mine, I feel like other people have thought about this too, but what if Ranboo wasn't an Enderman? What if he was a whole other species, call...
