Come And Get Me

Chapter Eleven

Tubbo opened the door to his home, scuffing the snow off of his boots, his husband trailing in behind him. 

"Michael! We're home!"

The two were meant with a quiet house, which was a very unusual circumstance for them, especially at this time of day. Ranboo looked down at Tubbo, confused and a little concerned, and called out as well. 

"Michael? Are you hiding upstairs kiddo?"

Tubbo looked back up at Ranboo, and in a hushed voice offered that maybe Michael had fallen asleep. The couple quietly made their way up the stairs, only to be met with more silence and more emptiness. Tubbo looked around the room frantically for his child, panicked and scared of what could have happened. 

"Michael? Michael?! Ranboo where could he have gone, he couldn't have just gotten out on his own right? If he's out there all by himself he could die in the snow, we have to find him, I-" 

Ranboo leaned down and took Tubbo's shaking hands in his own. 

"Breathe, honeybee. We'll find him, we'll figure out what happened, I promise. Panicking won't help, take a deep breath, it's okay."

Tubbo looked up at his husband's face, and his own softened a bit as he focused on his breathing. He could tell Ranboo was worried too, but he was right, letting himself panic wouldn't solve anything. Ranboo got down on a knee to be level with Tubbo and began to walk through what could have happened.

"You're right, he couldn't have just left the house by himself, which means either someone came in the house and let him out, or someone took him. Was anyone supposed to come over while we were gone?"

"N- no, no one was supposed to be here-" 

"Okay, so someone was here that wasn't supposed to be. Have you talked to anyone lately that might have been inclined to break into our house for any reason?" 

"Um... I don't think so? Well- I guess I did talk to Tommy when he got back, he wasn't really happy with me for being with you but I don't think he would do something like this-" 

"So Tommy took him then, honeybee. I know you feel bad about what happened with him, but you didn't do anything wrong. He went crazy, he's a bad person, and he would do something like this out of anger, especially if he was mad at both of us. It had to have been him, I don't know what else could have happened."

Tubbo stared shakily down at the floor for a moment, wondering if Vil really would take his kid from him like this, or if he had gone too far this time with Ranboo. He looked back up at him and decided he would take the only chance he had at getting his son back, even if it meant pushing the truth a little further against his friend. Who knows, maybe Ranboo was right. 

"...So what do we do now?"

"Well, he didn't know we had Michael, right?"

"I don't think so, I certainly didn't get the chance to tell him that much."

"He must have been here for another reason then. We either can go to Pogtopia and confront him there, or we wait for him to come back, which I don't doubt he will if he was hanging around here." 

"I don't want to go back there... we can wait 'til he comes back."