Ranboo oneshots

I'm not him

Finally posting again! ;)
And yay, Ghostboo chapter :0
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Ghostboo knew he was dead. He wasn't Ranboo, he was better. Ranboo was weak and pathetic. Why did people like him? That's what Ghostboo asked himself every now and then.

He could tell by the way his friends looked at him, they didn't want him. They wanted Ranboo. It wasn't fair. He tried acting like he didn't care. But it hurt. Especially when he looked at Tubbo.

Tubbo was a great friend, his husband! They had a kid. He loved Tubbo, why wouldn't he?

Tubbo was distance. Didn't even look at him in the eye. Most nights Ghostboo could hear Tubbo crying in his room.

He tried to help, but Tubbo would shoo him away. He had memories of how Ranboo would help Tubbo. Certain nights the British boy would cry in his arms.

But Tubbo doesn't do that now. And Ghostboo doesn't understand why Tubbo doesn't want his help. So he stopped trying.

Most nights, would end up with Ghostboo reading Micheal a bedtime story.
But then he disappeared.

Ghostboo felt sadness. It was kinda new to him. Yes, he's felt jealous before-but he wouldn't really say sad.
At least not as much as now anyway.

He was in his house. Well..Ranboo's house. TechnoBlade had gone out somewhere and it wasn't any use to talk to Tubbo.

He missed his son. He missed his friends. All of the sudden he felt a sting on his face.
"What?"he muttered to himself

It was water. He was crying
This wasn't supposed to happen. Death was supposed to be peaceful. He shouldn't feel like this, he was happy.

He was happy.

Nobody loved him when he was him. They loved Ranboo. They cared for Ranboo.
Not him.