How to take down an empire with voices in your head

27. Waking up to Unfortunate News

It was dark, like bitch black dark. And it was quiet. One would like with how quiet it was you would be able to hear your own heartbeat, but he couldn't. There was no sound at all. Just complete darkness with eerie silence.

But then a small hole of light flooded in, making him blink. It only poured more and more light until he squeezed his eyes shut. When he opened them back up, it wasn't all black or a void full of light. He was laying in a plush, red bed surrounded by fancy pillows.

Tubbo tried to sit up but a pain in his chest stopped him from doing so. He looked down, seeing the bandage wrapped around him. He wonders what happened to him as he looked around the room. There was actual light, coming from a colourful decorative glass window.

Then he noticed the small table next to the bed, but sadly his arms felt too heavy to reach over and grab the cup of water laying there. He grunted to himself, frustrated that he couldn't do anything but sit here- having no clue where he was.

Tubbo whipped his head around, noticing the door for the first time as it was opened. He was relieved to see Ranboo, who paused at the sight of him. Then Ranboo quickly rushed to the bed, placing the plate in his hands beside the water as he smiled with concern at Tubbo.

"Holy- you're alright? Oh my god," Ranboo rambled on, pulling Tubbo into a tight hug that he loosened after Tubbo warned him about his injury. "Oh thank goodness Tubbo."

Then Ranboo stood up, making Tubbo crane his neck up to look at him. Then it came back, the image of Ranboo standing there, a sword in his hands lowering straight down into Tubbo's chest. Tubbo gripped onto the sheets, backing up a bit as he became tense.

"Holy shit-" Tubbo was now staring at Ranboo with wide eyes. "I- Ranboo you-"

"I know," Ranboo mumbled, still standing and idly fiddling with something in his hands. "I didn't mean to."

"You fucking stabbed me Ranboo, in the chest." Tubbo crossed his arms, more saying it to get a clarification on what happened. Ranboo bit his cheek, "Yup. I'm not proud of it- at all."

"Now we're matching," Tubbo teased, trying to lighten the mood. Which seemed to work judging by the snort Ranboo gave him. "Sure Tubbo."

"I know you didn't mean to," Tubbo said, looking down at his hands after a while of silence. "You were all endered out of whatever you called it."

Ranboo didn't say anything, instead, he climbed onto the bed, taking a seat next to Tubbo as he pulled him in another hug. Tubbo accepted it this time, it didn't hurt as much due to it being a back hug, so he leaned into the touch. Ranboo rested his chin on Tubbo's shoulder, shutting his eyes as he hugged the other.

That's when Tubbo noticed Ranboo was starting to cry. He sighed, taking Ranboo's hands into his own, "It's alright Ranboo. I'm still alive."

"I'm so sorry Tubbo," Ranboo whispered, ignoring the other's words. "I could've killed you- I thought I did."

"But you didn't." Ranboo squeezed Tubbo's hands, letting out a shaky breath, "But I still hurt you, very badly."

"I know. I feel somewhat pissed at you for that- but not at the same time. Since it was the endermen side or- god it's hard to explain," Tubbo mumbled on, shaking his head. Ranboo nodded slowly, "You should be."

"Ranboo," Tubbo frowned at the other, turning to face him. "Don't be like that." Ranboo took another breath, wiping a tear before he pulled his hands away from Tubbo, "Well, I literally stabbed you with a sword. I almost killed you. How else am I supposed to be?"

"You could be informative, so tell me where we are?" Tubbo asked, changing the subject. Guilty Ranboo wasn't too pleasant to be around. Ranboo sat up straighter and cleared his throat, "Eret's castle. They were going for a walk or something when I was trying to get you some help and they offered to. It was honestly one of the worst things to wait for you to wake up, because what if you didn't? But I still did, so we've been here for about two days."