Hybrid Of The End

~Act Two. Chapter One~

The false paradise fell, tearing itself at each and every one of it's seams.

  The crocodile tears fell faster from the group's face, splashing onto the broken floor.
The flames grew, melting the metal poles that supported the ruined stone walls.

Ranboo had never once imagined himself crying over one of the facilities burning, he'd image smiling and leaving with everyone inside besides the guards that mistreated them all; yet here he was, allowing the salted liquids to burn over two different tones of coloured checks, allowing himself to grief over the guards and others inside who are forced to burn down with the rotting woods and locked doors.

He allowed himself the short scream of pain and anger, anger he felt at himself for leaving Tubbo behind.
  The rage they felt could never be directed at anyone besides himself, he was the last the see Tubbo inside and now was the last to see him at all.

The ring over the white horn felt tight, suffocating as if it completely stopped his breathing, even though the golden circle hadn't changed at all.
  The ring he wore was more then a simple gift, more then just a promise of marriage at this point; even if the marriage was mostly for the money, the ring was now a reminder of why he must leave, why Ranboo must save them all.

This ring now would act as the whole reason Ranboo would push forward, push past the hardship the cruelties the human world shoved at him.
  It would act as his light.
His beacon to a way home.

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The nights where the worst to live through.

  Ranboo was left alone, scared and frightened to fall asleep.

His nightmares had grown, and with no one there to keep them at bay, they had become unbearable and morally twisted.

The usual teleportation of worlds had soon been left out, being forced to take on the shape of a repeating act of 'what if'

What if, Ranboo had just left Tubbo to stay in that room all alone?
Well the dreams made it seem like Tubbo would hate him for it, make their final moments one of a heartache rather then relief.

What if, Tubbo hadn't listened to the guard?

Would Ranboo be forced to watch as Tubbo choose to stay in the room and watch as the leaders all beelined to him and try dargg him out?
Or would Tubbo had ran with him and never turned back, or watch as Tubbo ran away from the burning Ranboo left in the building?

What if the fire had never started?

Now that one was the worst to live through, having to watch someone who looked exactly like himself only happier live through what would have been the perfect day, all through a glass wall...

He'd watch as Purpled and Henry ran about the white chairs and throw flowers about in fighting laughter, he'd watch as Tommy sniffled and coughed to hide his emotional take on the day that was ment to be the best day for his brother and ment to be brother-in-law (at least that's what Tommy had called him once before).
Ranboo was forced to watch as Mr Hyde walked into the hall garden, carrying a beautifully decorated cake; matching the red and green of Ranboos eyes and the pattern of their going to be home.

He watched as a blanked face Ranboo walked into the hall, playing with the flowers on his sleeve cuffs; a nervous habit Ranboo hadn't really noticed he had.
He'd watch as the missing faced looklike walked and stood on the raised platform; his tail waving along the wooden floor and the flowers attached by a clamp sweeping any of the glitter up.

He'd watch as everyone took their seats and a small flute sounded; causing everyone to stand and turn to the hall door.
He'd watch as the lights caused his husband to glow.
He'd watch as a boy in black boots, a blue and black skirt, a paled green shirt with matching flowers to him, walked into that hall carrying purple and yellow flowers.

Their flowers.

   That was the worse to live through.

Now ranboo sits, back against a tree stump as a group of survivers talk a little bit further away: all giving him the space he so dearly needs yet very much didn't want, as they plan their next moves to leave.
  Michael and Tommy, much to Hyde's dismay, occasionally came over to the isolated boy and give him some small gifts they had made to cheer him up.
  The two had made a flower crown of newly sprouted purple alliums, thickly intertwined together. And when the lights are lowed down, more so when Michael had left to sleep, Tommy would find his way over and braid Ranboos growing hair.
The acts did little to falter Ranboos drowning grief, yet it did bring a small ray of hope to his current life.

"Hey Big R," Tommy's voice whispered, ever since the group had began to hide in the forest Tommy's loudness had rapidly declined; maybe because of Hyde's constant glares of warning or because of the hidden fear he feels by himself. "How come you wear gloves?"

Ranboo was slightly taken aback by the question, he hadn't even acknowledged that the blonde knew what he wore; considering that he now mostly wears a green bandana over his eyes.

"I mean, doupt the others have noticed; if they have they haven't said anything," Tommy shrugged as he pulled a stand of hair away from the side of Ranboos face. "But when if I touch your hand, it's very obvious"

"I- I'm not sure what happened, but i-it uh..." Ranboo fiddled with his fingers, tugging slightly on the ends of the gloves.

"Ey ey, no need to say if you don't feel comfortable to!" Tommy giggled, but quickly quietened down and looked behind him at the others. Ranboo just sighed and shook his head.

"No no, it's okay, really it is" Ranboo whispered, shivering slightly before softly grabbing the glove on his index finger. "I'll tell you," He nodded, pulling the left glove of completely.

The shocked look on Tommy's face was more then enough for Ranboo to realise that Tommy did infact notice the colour change. He looked down at his hand, noting mentally that the skin under and around his nails had paled pink completely, his finger tips flushed cream and then was left to fade back to his natural colour from the top of his palm down to his wrist.

"It first happened a while ago, when I first came into the hall... Since then it just got worse" He shrugged slightly, shivering at the memory of the water submerging him completely.

"Didn't anyone notice?" He shook his head, pausing slightly before continuing his shake.

"Don't think so, never took the gloves off and never got in trouble so they never saw" and with that he pulled the gloves back over his hands; watching the off coloured skin get covered back over with his fake hands. "How's your eyes?"

Tommy only sighed, "not really sure, Hyde says they should get better with time and water but we are kinda lacking in one of those two things"

Ranboo gave a sniffle of a quiet laugh.

"Good point, but they should get better" He nodded.

"How's the horn?"

Ranboo only shook his head. "Unlike your eye, my horns don't grow back nor have magic self healing"  Ranboo gently rubbed at the base of the make shift bandage that he had made with his tie, that he had wrapped around his right horn; or at least what was left of it, that being only about two inches of broken shards and to much dried blood.

"The facility tried to see if they healed or grew back with a small amount, spolier alert they never grew back" He shrugged, as if they where normal memories to have. "I would show you it, but it's kinda in the burning building"

The two gave a quiet sensitive laugh. A secret one the two shared; just as they shared their pain in secret with laughter.

"That's a little messed up but then again; isn't laughter the best type of medicine? That's what Mr Halo use to say anyway"

Well, maybe it's not the best to joke about your trauma; then again just make sure it's around someone who understands and can laugh with you.

"I guess we are a little messed up"

"I guess we are"