Ranboo's POV
TW: weapons, swearing
I was gently shaken awake by Tommy.
"Hey, Monarch. Wilbur said he was gonna train us today." He whispered.
I nodded sleepily. "Yeah okay. Tell him I'll be out in a sec." Tommy nodded and left the tent, zipping it up behind him.
Time Skip brought to you by me writing this on National Rhubarb Vodka day
E/N I can't believe that's a national day-
I stepped out of the tent in fresh clothes to see Tommy, Tubbo and Wilbur making beans over the portable camping stove.
I groaned. "I hate beans so much." Everyone else laughed as they jokingly dished up a large portion of beans onto my plate. (E/N same, Boo, same)
"I hate you all." I deadpanned.
But nonetheless I still ate them. They weren't as bad as I remembered but still- I am rebelling against the beans. (A/N I laughed so hard at this pls help my humour is broken) (E/N Kai, please-)
Once we were done, Wilbur told us to bring out all our weapons.
When we laid them out on the ground, he sighed and shook his head.
"All of your weapons are shit." He said and kicked them to the side.
He then walked into the house making me confused. Was he not going to train us?
But he walked out again a few moments later with some things wrapped in cloth. He unwrapped the items revealing large amounts of very good quality medieval weapons.
"Choose your weapons."
YOU ARE READING
Daddy Issues - Technoblade Angst
Fanfiction"I'd do whatever I could do, I'd run away and hide with you." A dead man alive again with no magical powers? Only science and medical equipment? It sounds too good to be true! And that's exactly what it is. Too good to be true. Wilbur has memory pro...
