Mcyt Oneshots

Voice; Ranboo/Angst

Welp, we starting off strong with angst I was trying to sleep but couldn't so wrote this instead.
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TW: panic attack (if there are others let me know in comments)
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Ranboo POV:

Stop

No

Why, what have I done?

Everything

You say that all the time but you just want to manipulate me don't you!

Do I? Or do you just want to think that?

Oh come on! Every time I feel even an ounce of freedom you come to plunge me back into darkness!

Do I really? Am I the one who does that to you?

Yes, you are the one that causes everything.

I'm the one at fault? Oh alright. It's just that- I was under the impression that you were the one responsible for this.

Wha- what. No! No I'm not responsible. I didn't do any of this. You told me to keep going you- you told me nothing would happen.

And nothing did happen. Nothing that I said anyway.

What do you mean?

Oh well see the thing is you tell me that I told you what would happen. That I predicted it. That I am responsible for its causation. But I didn't predict any of it...
You did

No- I didn't-

You said that if you were pushed to far things would go downhill. That if you pushed yourself too much you would break!

But you pushed me!! You- you told me to do all those things saying that nothing would happen to me! That I would be ok!

Oh but you are ok. I'm ok- so your ok.

Wha-what does that mean?

What do you think it means?

Your- your doing it again! Your using my emotions! Your toying with me, pulling on me like I'm a puppet! Just someone to be used!

But you are a puppet. To yourself

That doesn't make any sense! How can I be a puppet to myself when I'm a puppet to you?!

Oh but I'm you.

But how can you be me?

Are you that naive?

I- ....

Think about it. What am I to you? What. Am. I?

You're the voice. You keep telling me to- to do things I don't want to.

Oh, but you do want to do them. If I'm a voice then who's voice am I?

...

Go on. Tell me. Whose voice am I?

I- I don't know.

You really are naive.

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Third person:

Silence. Ranboos' eyes darted frantically trying to locate the source of the sound. The voice. He searched for anything. Anything that would confirm that the voice was real.
That he wasn't going crazy.
They landed on nothing but darkness.
Ranboo could feel his breathing quicken, he could feel something trying to crawl out of him.
No, no, no.
He wouldn't let it out.
He wanted to scream.
He opened his mouth...
No sound escaped.
He sunk to the ground shaking, crying, his tears creating marks replacing the faded ones beforehand.
His mind flooded with fear.
He hugged himself as he repeated the same words over and over.
'You're not crazy, you're not crazy, you're not the voice, he's not you, you're ok.'
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'You're not ok'
Ranboo's eyes opened again. All his senses alerted because he heard it. The voice. He searched for it. Scoured every single corner of the room. Until his eyes rested. Upon a book. The books cover was tattered and bent. It's pages waterlogged and the ink running.
He stared at it. Reached for it. As he stared at the book he turned it over in his hands the leather cover almost feeling familiar. That's when he heard it.

'I'm you.'

'No you're not! You're not!'

The fear began to flood his mind again.

'I am.'

'You're not!!'

'Stop denying it. Stop lying to yourself.'

'I'm not lying to myself! You can't be me!'

'Oh but I can.'

'Stop, stop stop!! Stop confusing me! Stop manipulating me!'

'You're the only one doing the manipulation here.'

'Bu-but i can't be you. I just can't'

'Open the book'

'what?'

'Open. the. book'

Ranboo looked down at the book in his hand. Flicked his hand over the cover before opening it to a random page.
His eyes widened. He dropped the book as he stepped away from it. Fear ran through him as he stared down at the page.

'Do you believe me now?'

The fear now mixed with anger. he didn't want to believe it. No, he couldn't believe it. he wouldn't. Everything was because of the voice. An entity that couldn't be seen. Everything was caused by this unwanted outsider. It couldn't have been caused by him. He was him. He wasn't unwanted. He wasn't a stranger that was shunned away. He was loved. People liked him.
Right?

'You can't be me.'

He barely believed it.
Rain began to fall onto the roof of the box. The room. The cage. The place where he could either find peace or absolute chaos. He stared at the ceiling and sighed. Feeling the fear wash away from him. He turned to look out the open door. The rain was falling harder now. Creating puddles on the ground. He walked to the door taking in the scent of the rain mingled with, grass and smoke. In one situation it would be quite comforting. But now it was just a sign of his defeat. He stretched his hand out. The rain falling and burning marks onto his skin. He was always scared of the rain. Scared of the world, of the pain it caused. He remembered everything that had happened in just a short amount of time. He stared out into the burning world. Fear no longer clouding his vision. He smiled and stepped out into the rain.

'You finally did something right'

:)

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