Kidnapped

Chapter 84: Ranboo

George POV

I stayed with Jack again that same night, managing to get some sleep.

It wasn't great sleep but I hadn't gotten a good nights sleep since Miami.

If today went to plan then Callahan would have my school work ready to give me and I'd meet whoever this real Schlatt person is.

I'm still very unsure on the whole situation but if Axel is telling the truth then I wanted to see for myself who Tubbo's dad really is.

I was also desperate to get everything on my plate cleared so I could figure out a way to fix things with Dream.

"Thanks for letting me stay again guys" I smile as I go to leave the house.

"Oh wait before you go!" Niki quickly runs over to me with a water bottle and a banana.

"Bye George"

I take them from her with a grateful smile before leaving.

I put them in my bag before getting an unexpected call from Tubbo.

"Hello?" I answer as I put my bag back on my back.

"GEORGE GO TO THE HOTEL NOW" Tubbo shouts, making yesterdays prolonged headache throb.

"What? Why?" I ask, walking that direction anyway.

"The person at the front desk just called Wilbur's number to tell him someone with Ranboo's description just checked into room 13, YOUR PLAN WORKED"

I started lightly jogging.

"Are you sure it's him?" I ask.

"YES SO PLEASE RUN AND CALL US AS SOON AS YOU CAN" I could hear the shakiness of Tubbo's voice.

I end the call and start sprinting.

If Tubbo was certain then so was I.

I sprinted past the point of my legs aching and my breathing unsteady.

I run inside, giving a small smile to the person at the front who points me down the hallway.

I jog until I find number 13, knocking on the door.

"Who is it?" A voice asks.

"It's George"

Silence is heard until the sound of the door unlocking fills it, followed by the door opening.

I stare at the male who opens the door, feeling tears well up in my eyes as he processes who I am.

"Ranboo?" I ask, waiting for him to do or say anything.

"George" He cries, wrapping his arms around me, his body freakishly taller than mine.

"It's okay, you're okay" I try to reassure him.

He lets go and shuts the door behind me, I couldn't help but notice his ripped clothes and bags under his eyes.

He looked a lot like Tubbo before we left.

"I thought you were dead, where's Tubbo? Is Tubbo okay?" He asks and I nod.

"Tubbo's fine, we've been looking for you for ages"

"How did you get out?" He asks as I pick up his bag.

"That's a long story that's recently turned complicated, I'll explain everything at somepoint but you don't have to run anymore"

"I'm so tired of running George" he wipes his tears.

"I'm here now, I told you I would be"

"Where are we going?" He asks as I lead him back out of his room.