No Clue Where to Go From Here

dreams

Ranboo pov

Tubbo was in the restaurant. And he dyed his hair. The restaurant was more important though.

Why was he here?
Never mind. Just play cool.

Whilst I was dieing internally I'd sent Skeps out to place his food.
Now was a great time for a panic attack Thanks life.

My throat closed and my breathing stopped. My chest felt so so constricted and I clutched it miserably. This was bad.
I staggered to the nearest kitchen bathroom to lock myself in a stall before I lost all rational sense. The door clicked shut behind me and I slid down it.  All that was going through my now blank mind was a smiley face and there was glitching around it. This was strange and scary. I didn't like this.

Tears ran down my cheeks, smokey steam rising upwards in delicate curls. I started hyperventilating and trying to suck air into my tight throat.
From the lack of air I promptly pass out.

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I wake up and check my watch. Its been 15 minutes. Not bad. I peer in the mirror and only see now faint scars.

[Radicated ] is calling
Answer          decline

Mmmm. This isn't good.
"Hello, what do you want?"
"You need to get here right now."
"*sigh* why? Or is it secret?"
"Secret. I'll tell you when you get there."
"I'm at work right now, give me 10."

Well this sucks. Is tubbo still out there?
"Hey Bad! Can you tell Tubs that I went on a walk and will be back later?"

"Mhm!"

"ALso is it alright if I clock out for today?"
"Yeah , it'll still be on your pay though,"
I try to protest but Bad stops me.
I shoot him a grateful smile and walk out the back.

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The door creaked as I swung it open.
Nothing was lit up inside bar the one chair that was in the centre. How fucking dramatic.

"What do you want Twat?" I snark. I'm annoyed because I was working.

"Now now, calm yourself. I have a bowl of carrots if you want any?"

"No you freak. Tell me what you want."

"For this person to die,"
A peice of paper was thrown at me and I caught it between my two fingers.

"Fuck off. No."

Tubbo pov

Ranboo had gone. Atleast that's what Skeppy told me. Why couldn't Ranboo had told me themself?

I put a tenner down and walked out. The cold December air hit my face as I exited the warm restaurant.  I wrapped my arms around my torso to warm myself up.

Snow fell softly from the sky, landing in my newly dyed hair. I blew upwards, my hair flying up with my breathe. I felt my face get wet as condensation from my warm breathe hit the cold air. Ew. Bringing my hand up I wiped my face, getting the condensation off.

The ground had a faint covering of white powder as I crunched to our apartment.  Apparently the winter was setting in late- I expected the snow to be around in November. Not late January.

The lift was broken again when I get back so I have to climb the 5 flights of stairs to get to our apartment.

When I get in my breathe could still be seen. There was no heat. Shit. Who pays the heating bills? I can't remember if I was me, Tommy or ranboo.
I'll do it.

I log into my old and crappy PC and load up the bill website (I have no idea how this works) to lay for everything. I get money of hacking- it's not a steady income but sometimes there are big pay outs.

Once everything was payed I lent back and waited for everything to come back on.
I heard the boiler rumbling , and heard the radiators turn on.
Some lights flicker on and off but land on on. (To many 'ons')

I walked into the kitchen and started to boil a pan of water for some instant noodles. Maybe I should make a nice dinner tonight? Maybe go out to eat?

Did I have enough money was the question.

Only 3.30 and it was already getting dark outside. This is why winter sucks. Toms should be back soon- he gets off at 4.
So that's about 4.15 he should be back if he runs or takes the train/bus.

"Well it's just me and me at the moment, maybe I should bake some cookies."
I say to myself, like a sane human being.

I think we have ingredeints in a cupboard. Somewhere. Frosting? Or icing sugar. This wont be an issue if I can't actually bake the sodding things.

I burrowed further into the small cupboard- pulling out flour, sugar and some eggs from the carton. I hopefully can remember how to bake these.

Mixing the ingredients into the bowl I heard a sharp rap on the door. That wasn't Tommy or Ranboo. I turned of the mixer and exited the small kitchen, walking towards the door with like 10 locks.

Unlatching and unchaining them all, bar one, o let the door open only a little bit- whoever is outside I don't know who they are and they could be a big threat.

"Hello, am I alright to come in?"
Shit. He's dead.

Tommy pov

I got off from work and didn't have enough money to get the bus back, so I had to walk all the way back. RIP me. I'm going to be home in about 4 minutes and I'm looking forward to it. Its what? The 10th of December and way too cold for this. It was also dark.

I rounded the corner and eased into a slow jog- which changed into a sprint- to get home quicker. It was just at the end of the street so not far.

Twisting into the alley I climbed the fire escape and jumped in the window.
Hmm.

This was odd.

Usually Tubbo would shout at me for that.

"Tubbo?"

A thud sounded from the living room and I realised Tubbo had fainted.

I walked in and nearly fainted myself.

"You should not be here- you should be burning in hell."

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