Hybrid Of The End

~Chapter Eleven~

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"This is my room," Ranboo gave a nudge with his head to his left, looking inside the glass to only see a dark room.

"Hey mines not to far then!" Tubbo bobbed up and down excitedly, "I'm surprised I haven't seen you walking to the hall before!,"

Tommy huffed, "lucky, I'm stuck all the way near Hall 206"

Tubbo gave a small laugh at Tommy's sour face. "Sounds like a you problem" Tommy then only sulked more by sticking out his tongue out at the short boy.

"Oh fuck you, bee boy!" Tommy sighed, "either way; me, Purpled and Henry agreed to meet tonight; see you guys tomorrow, ight" Tommy smiled, holding out his fist for the two others to fist bump.

"Bye Tommy,"
"Cya Toms"

The two waved the boy off as he walked back towards the canteen area til he was out of sight. Both Ranboo and Tubbo looked back at each other.

"Whose Henry?"

"Uhm, the one with the fluffy hair?" Ranboo tried to explain, fluffing up his hair to try match the style of Henry's.

"They all have fluffy hair?" Tubbo paused, thought and then spoke out again.  "Wait is it the one with the uhm.... creamy spots?"

Ranboo shrugged, "I'm not really sure, he's pretty bland besides the hair, I think he does though; he's the cream brunette boy"

Tubbo hit his fist onto his palm. "Oh, cow man!"

"Cow man?" Tubbo nodded at Ranboo

"Does his hair reminds you of the cow on the ice-cream tubs?" Tubbo smiled, getting a picture of the boy in his head, whilst Ranboo just paused to try understand and remember what he was on about. 
  A while back a new type of ice-cream was added into the canteen, it was in a small rounded tub with a carmel colour cow as it's logo, the cow itself had small browner spots on it; much like Henry's hair.

"Oh yeah, he kind of does" Ranboo nodded in agreement, causing both of the two boys to laugh.

"Cow man-" Tubbo snorted.
"Hehe, Cow man" Ranboo agreed with a chuckle.

"Oh yeah, that reminds me!" Ranboo clicked his finger.

"Cow Man reminded you of something?" Tubbo gave a mysterious smirk at Ranboo, unable to hold in his laughter once again.

"Ha ha," Ranboo rolled his eyes with a smile in his face. "Yes cow man did,"

Tubbo gave a confused glance at Ranboo.

"The hallway on floor one, or our floor, its connected to the hall by three unmarked hallways on the map"

"Wait oh yeah, because you've got the one in-between the canteen and the hall 406, but you have to go through the offices for that one" Ranboo nodded at him.

"I'm going to tell Tommy tomorrow about it, so we can mark them in then" Tubbo nodded at Ranboo in agreement.

"Definitely, will be way easier to see; Either way Boss man, I'm going head off to my room: will be seeing you tomorrow!" Tubbo put his hand out for a fist bump.

"Ah right, See you tomorrow Tubs" Ranboo returned the gesture.
      Much like how the two waved off Tommy until he was out of eye distance, Ranboo did the same to Tubbo; except it was only until the boy had gotten to his room door and waved back at him. Tubbo's room was near to six room's down from Ranboo's own.

After Tubbo had slipped inside the metal door and was completely gone from view, did Ranboo open his room up.
The light from the hallway, caused the room to glow slightly; only capturing a singular rectangular shape in the middle and a small amount of Ranboo's bed. Everything else was left for the darkness to consume.
  Ranboo walked inside, keeping the door open has he reached out towards where the night stand box would be. Feelings round for the lamp, finding it, and switching the object on.

Ranboo lifted up the lamp, seeing if one of the settings had been messed with or if the bulb was starting to go as the light simply wasn't as bright at it had been days before.
   As he did so, he noticed a stack of paper laying neatly in his bed (which had also been properly made).
Boo placed the lamp down at the edge of the box, allowing it the cast over what he was seeing.

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Over five to seven pieces of paper bundled up in a smooth black bound, entitled 'Enclosed Information', had been left on his bed. They where too neatly done to be an accident, let alone  nothing else in the room had seemingly changed either, meaning it wasn't a set up; though it would be good to check encase.  Ranboo had swiftly closed the bedroom door, pulling the wireless lamp up towards the top of the wardrobe. The folded suit and the three round teal spheres still rested on top of them all, even the rolled up parchment from near a month ago was still sat underneath the clothes.                                                                                                                             Nothing had changed beside the new papers on his bed.

The curiosity inside Ranboo's stomach had started to grow,  yet same with the anxiety. What if it was a test, and someone was watching him and getting ready to detain him at any moment? Then, when he was about to exit the room with the papers still left unlooked at, the voice of his devil spoke out.

"What if it could help you?" it had spoke, claiming the voice of Tubbo as its own. 

"And what would happen if someone saw you reading them?" Ranboo's angel whispered, showing itself as Tommy. 

"What could be the worst that could happen?" The devil Tubbo shrugged, sitting himself on Ranboo's bed and started messing with the dying lamp. "You've already been to the lab, you've been detained before"

"Yes, but remember how bad it hurt?" The angel Tommy took Ranboo's hands, lifting them up for them both to see. "What if they find out about your hands?"

"What about the dreams?" Tubbo stood up, walking to stand next to the angel (what was most surprising was the fact the they where the same height, the angel and devil on ranboo's shoulder  may have taken his friends faces but clearly not their personality nor actual features). "Death said that she would give us signs and help anyway she could, maybe this is off her"

"For a devil,  you actually bring up good points" The angel agreed, taking one side of the paper and the devil taking the other.

"Read it" They both said in unison before their hands faded into Ranboo's own gloved ones. I don't think they even existed, just another trick of the dying light on ranboo's tired eyes. Ranboo walked towards his bed, letting out a large breath that they had been holding in, and pulled away the thick black bundle around the paper.

"Security Fire-exit Plans"      "Emergency Exit routes"    "Security Camera instillation's"

The lamp went out.