Crash [Bench Trio Wasteland AU]

Chp. 3 "Radio Static"

Ranboo’s Pov

He shifted uncomfortably, whoever these people were, they weren't as enthusiastic and very weary He figured that this was their first human encounter since the accident 5 month ago. It surely couldn't be their first encounter with a living thing, because there was a white duck, just chilling on the bed. 

It looked like the one named Tubbo was much more trusting that, what was he called? Dang it… Remember Ranboo… Oh right! Tommy. Tommy seemed to be much more skeptical of him, which was understable. Though Ranboo tried to shrug it off, Tommy kept staring at him. They both did. Which was understandable, since uh, he was taller and currently the stranger to them both.

He scanned the room where he did resign and chill in before these two smaller people. The room hardly looked untouched. He tugged at his gloves, the uncomfortable itchy gloves. He seemed much more aware of his surroundings at this time. The stare from both seemed to crawl off and scratch. He hated staring. It made him very uncomfortable. He kept looking around for something to get them to stop looking at him.

"When did you find my book?" He asked, his body naturally moved around the two, picking up his book and flipping through the pages, skimming and trying to see if anything new had been written or changed. He knew his handwriting, but if anything had been taken, he wouldn't know. He wouldn't remember what it was. 

"Uh, well…" The smaller one cleared his throat. "I found it. It was hidden in a bush type thing. Near where I found Benson, the duck." Tubbo shrugged. His hands nervously seemed to fiddle with the string on the crossbow, that seemed that it would break at any moment.

"Did you ever learn good handwriting? It's shit." The taller, annoying one huffed, his arms crossed. His hand was still holding that rincky-dincky shovel, that also seemed like it would just turn to dust if somebody were to tap it.

"Well, nobody but me is supposed to read it, so it's the scribbles I can make that I can translate." Ranboo sighed, he turned his back, walking into the back of the room, opening a door, that should be a normal, nice closet. He smiled to himself, happy that they hadn't entered here yet. "You'd know if you would have checked the rest of the place." 

He heard a gasp from both of the boys behind him. "What the fuck! This is so cool!" Tubbo bounced in. He started to scan the wall, Tommy seemed a bit more apprehensive. It was odd watching them, Ranboo thought. Originally Tubbo was the careful one, now it's the other way around. He assumed it was because now Tubbo thought there was another human, and not a creature. 

"The hell is all this?" Tommy asked, his eyes narrowed at the Ranboo. He chuckled setting his book down on the desk and turning on a lamp, before sitting down on an old spinning chair, and doing a spin, before dramatically throwing his hands up.

"This is my secret base. This is where all the important stuff goes, like translations, and a radio." Ranboo's smile widened, if that was possible. Though hidden from the others. He was happy to show off his cool stuff that helps him, and maybe, his new temporary friends 

"Does this old shit work?" Tommy asked, his voice held an emotion that Ranboo couldn't figure out. He nodded in response, and Tommy immediately started to mess with the radio. 

"Wait, Boss man, you know how those work? It's so old." Tubbo pointed out, as Tommy started twisting and turning dials, static playing, then maybe a bit of a song. Ranboo did catch some newer songs, and some older ones, unable to identify the names. Though, every now and again there would be voices. Talking voices, some had screams in the background.

"It's not that hard if you're not a dumbass." Tommy shot at Tubbo, who made a loud offended gasp. "You turn the shitty dial, you get a fucking radio signal. It's not that hard." He said, motioning to the loud box. It hurt Ranboo's ears. He could feel himself getting aggravated listening to it.

"You bitch! I was just asking. I highly doubt anybody would use old shit like that." Tubbo shot back. Tommy scoffed, waving off Tubbo, who threw his hands up. He then crossed them, watching over Tommy's shoulder.

Ranboo covered his ears and closed his eyes after what felt like listening to the noises on loop for a couple of minutes. He regretted showing the two the radio. He just… Felt like he could trust them? He knew he wouldn't remember them in the morning. They wouldn't last until morning. He felt a poke in his side, and he looked down. 

Tubbos had a sympathetic smile on his face, his ears also covered while Tommy still messed with the dials on the old radio. Tubbo grabbed Ranboo's shirt, and pulled him out of the room. They both slowly uncovered their ears.

"Tommy's very set on finding his family." Tubbo said, a sad smile taking over. His eyes held another emotion with it. "We lost em' during the whole explosion. It… Devastated Tommy. He wouldn't speak to me for days after. Then when he started to speak…" He paused, his eyes slowly looking and facing Ranboo. "Nevermind," he smiled, "It's a silly ass story, and you're somebody I just met. I don't even know what your face looks like." He jumped onto the nicer of the two beds.

Ranboo simply chuckled in reply. He wasn't going to show them his face anytime soon. Well, unless they killed him. Then tore his mask and glasses off of his destroyed, mangled corpse. Dang, that was dark. He shook his head. 

"What? What's so funny?" Tubbo asked, a nervous smile on his face. 

"I highly doubt we'll become close enough that I would show you my face." Ranboo sat down on the floor at the edge of the bed. He knew his expression was hidden. Though, Tubbo's was definitely not.

"Well, I bet…" Tubbo pulled his knees too his chest. "I bet I will. If we get to live a bit longer, I will. I'll get to sew what's under that mask of yours. We'll become friends. Buddies, pals… Besties." He grinned widely, he had a nice smile. 

"Sure, whatever you say, bestie." Ranboo laughed, Tubbo laughed along. It was dumb, Ranboo thought, what they where laughing about. Though, it did feel nice to laugh with another person.

It was really nice, actually.

:)

/Author's note:

I'm so sorry this took awhile. I've been busy with school and some other lovely things. I should be posting more, and starting a new story soon, mainly with Beeduo. Stay tuned! Drink water! Eat food! Do remember, this is an AU about the CCs online personification, personalities are more based on their DSMP character. :)

:End of Author's Note/