paint and dead flowers || ranboo and tubbo (DISCONTINUE LMAO)

jealousy

A/n: JEALOUSYY~ TURNING SNAKES INTO THE SEA

//Lots of swearing, blood

What the fuck was that? I look over at Phil. "Dadza? Who is he?" I look over to him, almost afraid of the answer.

"That's tubbos friend, ranboo. Techno will you go after him?" My heart sank to the floor as I watched techno run out the door.

No. Tubbo is my best friend. Not this ranboo guy. Tubbo is my best friend. I'm the one who's known him longer. I bet this ranboo fella doesn't even know his favorite color. It's green.

I looked over at tubbo as he woke up. "Wha- um, ranboo? Phil? Wilbur?" He didn't even call my name. Wow. I can feel jealousy boil up in me.

I understand why he called Wilbur. He majored in doctor shit. But I'm tubbos best friend. Not ranboo.

I went over to hug him and he pushed me away. Damn. I watch him shakily stand up and start to limp on his leg.

"Where are you going?" My voice rang in my own ears. The question felt almost stupid. He was going to try to find his new best friend.

My replacement.

I grabbed his arm after the answer less question and looked at his faded green eyes. "Just..." I sighed. Did I really wanna do this? Of course I did. To keep my best friend safe. "...tell me about him"

I sat tubbo on the couch as I sat opposite him. "Well..." He began. I wanted to filter this all out. I didn't want to here about my future replacement. "He's an amazing artist."

I look up. Artist? Like Wilbur. Wilbur plays guitar. A music artist. He plays amazing song even though most are sad.

Or an artist like techno? He sketches weapons and shit sometimes.

Artist?" I look away from him.

"Yea! Hold on, I'll show you you what he painted." Tubbo leaned down and pulled out a canvas from behind the couch and showed it to me.

On the canvas was a painting of him in what he was wearing yesterday. He was holding flowers and in the bottom left it read 'ranboo' with the o's crossed out in red and green.

"That's... Amazing." I had to admit, techno's drawings looked detailed but ranboos made tubbo look like he's from a fairy tale.

Tubbo smiled. He looked so happy now that he found my replacement. I shouldnt be saying this shit. Where has techno even gone?

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Shit, shit, shit, shit. "Ranboo!?" I called out into the rain. He seemed to be a hybrid of two things. Not a human, but definitely part enderman.

Speaking of enderman... I see purple particles in front of my face. That's him. "Ranboo...?" I grab my royal-like gown and hold it over his head. I knew a bit of ender.

"⟟⏁ ⊑⎍⍀⏁⌇..." (it hurts...) He looked like he was dying. Like he was being tortured just by the weather.

"I know. Do you want to go back to our home?" He shook his head side to side.

"⊬⍜⎍⍀ ⋏⍜⏁ ⟒⎐⟒⋏ ⌇⎍⌿⌿⍜⌇⟒⎅ t-to see me like this." (Your not even supposed t-to see me like this) he quietly spoke.

"Well where's your house?" He looked a bit offended by my question. Did he have no home? Shit.

"T-the end is my ho-home." He shook as I held the gown over him.

"Okay well..." I looked around. What should I do? Oh my god. I'm a genius. "I know a woman who takes kids who have no where to go. She won't judge you I know that. She will feed you and dry you and warm you okay?"

He nodded. I walked him the short 2 minute walk to my not so close friend captian puffys house. I knocked on the door.

There she is. Her split dyed poofy hair covering most of her sheep ears and she wore a suit with a pirate hat. "who's this?"

"Tubbos friend ranboo. He's part enderman and he can't be out her much longer." Puffy nodded and guided him in, giving me my cloak back.

I smiled at her and started walking away as I listened to the sounds of them getting to know each other fade away.

I step in the house, about to tell Phil what happened with ranboo but I came across something horrific instead.

Tubbo stood in front of tommy, crying. He had blood running down his cheek and Tommy stood in front of him with blood dripping down his fingers.

"Tommy what did you do...?"