Mcyt -autistic- oneshots

Tubbo? (Ranboo and Phil+Tubbo)

The request for this chapter was: if it wasn't already requested could you do one where ranboo is having a meltdown and Phil is trying to calm him down without realizing that ranboo just needs tubbo there to help (because hes closer to tubbo)

Phil's POV:

It was a Saturday. Around 8. I had woken up early and was supposed to go shopping with Kristen. But she had woken up with a migraine, so we decided to call it off. Instead, I was sat at my pc, just answering some emails and looking at some of the plans for things in my hardcore world, whilst -of course- jamming out to music.

Suddenly, I discord call came through. From Ranboo? I answered realising that if he was calling me out of the blue, something was probably up.

"Hey mate?"

"Phil?" It sounded like he was crying, so I changed my approach slightly.

"Hey Ranboo, I'm right here. Can you tell me what's up?"

"I uh, well, the washer is on, and the air smells different and everything feels funny."

"It's ok, you're safe. Just take some nice deep breaths with me." I sensed that Ranboo was overwhelmed in some way, shape or form. I didn't really understand it all enough to know what to do, so I thought I'd just do what I did with Will when he got overwhelmed (eventhough it was for different reasons).

"No!"

"Can you explain what's going on for me mate?"

"NO!" I could still hear him sobbing through the discord call.

"Okay, that's fine. I'm going to sit here quietly until you can let me know how to help you best. Would you like some music on in the mean time?"

I could hear music playing lightly and assumed he was playing it through headphones and had me on speakers, it didn't matter anyway. 

"Everything's too busy!"

"Is your head too busy mate?"

"Yea." Ranboo had mentioned this before. He always explained it as not being able to think straight because your brain is simply too distracted and overwhelmed by every small thing.

"Would you like to imagine something with me?"

"Hmm?"

"Well, if you'd like, we can try and imagine a beach. And think about the waves going back and forth, and all the birds, and the calmness."

"Ok." It was small, and quiet, but he was still talking to me.

"Ready? Deep breath in, think about the waves coming in, and deep breath out, think about them going back out again. Keep taking those deep breaths, and now try thinking about how the sand feels..."

"Don't like how sand feels," he said, with a sniffle. But before I could work out what was happening, I heard his crying get louder. 

"It's ok Ranboo. What's got you so upset mate?"

"Everything's different now, just want bee."

"Who do you want Ranboo?"

"Bee?"

"Who's bee?" I was getting quite confused at this point.

"British bee."

"Is there a bee in England that helped you calmed down?"

"Not a bee! Just call 'em bee."

"Oh, so bee is a nickname for them. What's their real name?"

"BEE!"