Dsmp littlespace one shots

You're safe with me

Little! Ranboo Cg! Revivebur, Philza

Tw- manipulation, gaslighting, abuse, smoking, swearing, yelling

Ranboo felt small, very small. He wanted attention, but knew his caregiver would be angry if he bothered him. He hesitantly opened the door and peaked out. He grabbed his back and white cat stuffie and left the room.

Ranboo saw Wilbur smoking in the living room. His eyes watered and he coughed as he inhaled the smoke. Wilbur looked up and saw Ranboo, clearly very little. He stood up and the little flinched back. Wilbur strode forward and crouched in front of Ranboo. Ranboo backed up more as Wilbur looked at him. "Don't leave. " He mumbled, pulled the little one closer. Ranboo leaned back as he could smell the smoke in his breath. "Why are you trying to leave me? I'm not going to be mean, I just want to care for you." He whined. Ranboo gave up and let his caregiver hold him close.

Wilbur set Ranboo beside him on the couch and held him close. He turned the tv on some adult show that the little one didn't understand, but had a bunch of swear words. "Naughty words." He murmured. Wilbur smacked the little's face. "Shut up." Ranboo teared up. "Dat hurt." He whined. Wilbur turned to him. "I'll show you what hurts if you don't shut the f*ck up!" Ranboo nodded and looked down, sniffling quietly. "Go to your room." Wilbur muttered. "W-what?" The younger one looked up. "I said go to your room... now!" Ranboo quicking got up, grabbed his stuffed cat and ran to his room. He knows going to his room means he won't be out for the rest of the day, and no food.

Ranboo found his paci and curled up in his bed, holding on to his cat. He sniffled and cried quietly, trying not to be loud and gain the attention of his caregiver. The tears hurt, and that made him cry more.

After a while, he calmed down and pulled out some crayons and a coloring book. He colored a picture quietly. "Yellow.. Red... and blue.... Done!" He held it up proudly, then remembered he was alone in his room. He frowned, then showed his stuffed cat instead. "Look Oreo! It's pwetty!" He turned as he heard yelling in the living room, then quickly picked up his picture, paci, blanket, and Oreo, and hid in the closet as he heard footsteps to his room. He sat in the corner and held on to his things tightly, shrinking down as he heard the door open. "Boo?" That's not Wilbur. The little peaked his head out of the closet and saw Phil. He quickly got up and ran to him, hugging him tightly.

Phil picked him up and held him tightly as he started crying. "Shh...shh" Phil soothed. "Do you want to go to my house?" Ranboo looked at him and shook his head. "Dada be angy." He whispered. "I already talked to him, it's alright. Here." He set the young one down. "Grab your things, and we can go." Ranboo grabbed a bag and put his blanket, extra paci, and a few other things in. "Done!" He looked at Phil, who held his hand out. The little one grabbed it and they left the room. Ranboo peaked in the living room as they passed it, but he didn't see Wilbur...

When they got to Phil's house, Ranboo turned to him. "Pwease don make me go back. Dada scawy." Phil looked at Ranboo, concerned. "Why is he scary? What's he doing?" Ranboo hesitated, "umm... he 'moke an hit me an swear an yell an make me go to room an no eat." Phil's gaze hardened for a moment, then softened as he looked at the little. "I'll talk to him, don't worry."

The duo walked in the house and Techno greeted them. "Is he..?" Phil nodded. "Oh!" He looked at the little. "How old are you feeling?" Ranboo felt smaller than earlier, so he put up two fingers, then put one down. Phil nodded and brought Ranboo to a room, then grabbed a box out of the closet. "It has a few toys, pacis, and bottles."

Ranboo smiled and grabbed a black paci with stars on it. He popped it in his mouth and looked at Phil. "Do you want some milk?" he asked. "Ranboo nodded hesitantly. Phil nodded, grabbed a bottle, and left the room. Ranboo teared up. "Paa!" He whined. Phil turned around. "It's alright, you can come with me." He smiled warmly. Ranboo grabbed Oreo and quickly followed him.

They ended up sitting on the couch, watching tv, when they heard knocking on the door. "I got it." Techno muttered and left the room. Ranboo heard the door open, and tottered over around the corner to see what was going on. Right when he got around the corner, he saw Wilbur shove Techno and storm into the house. Ranboo quickly went back to Phil, trying to hide behind him.

Wilbur rounded the corner. "Where is that kid?" He looked around, then locked eyes with the little. "There you are, why don't you come home with me?" Ranboo shook his head. Phil stood up. "They are not leaving my house, not with you." Wilbur laughed. "I am his caregiver, I will take care of him." Techno walked into the room. "Absolutely not. Get out of our house." Wilbur walked over to Phil, then shoved him out of the way, going for the little. Techno pushed him away, as Phil grabbed Ranboo and brought him to his room.

Ranboo's skin burned as he cried. Phil gently wiped the tears away. "Shh... shh. It's alright. You're safe with me... I promise." He rocked him gently and held him close. "I got you. You are safe... shh." Ranboo sniffled and looked up. "Pwease don' make me go back.." Phil shook his head. "I won't, I promise." Ranboo buried his face in Phil's chest

Phil covered the little's ears as he heard swearing. "I WILL GET THAT F*CKING KID ONE WAY OR ANOTHER" Was heard, which was followed by the door slamming. A few minutes later, there was a soft knock on the door of the room they were in. "He's gone." Techno said as he opened the door. Ranboo turned his head slightly, looking at Techno. He made grabby hand for him, which surprised both of the adults. Techno hesitantly picked him up, Phil laughing at the way he was holding the little. "Tank you Techie." Ranboo mumbled through his paci, laying his head on his shoulder.