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12. the return from hell.

Ranboo pov

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What was happening to me? Why was I in the prison with Dream? He was just trying to trick me right? Of course he was. That's what Dream was good at. He tricked and lied. Manipulated and abused innocent people. My actual life wasn't a dream, I could remember what I did three days ago. Three days ago I was.. Wait.. what did i do three days ago? I can't even remember what I did yesterday. I woke up today like it was a normal day, but I can't remember the days before today. No, no.

Maybe I'm just in shock.

right?

I stared into the pitch black void for what felt like hours. Were things going to go back to normal? Where was Tubbo and Tommy? It was quiet. The silence was so, so, so loud. I just wanted to hear Tubbo and Tommy. I wanted to see them. Where was I?

Then I heard someone. Please don't tell me its Dream again. Anyone but him please. As the voice became louder and more familiar, I could tell that it was possibly Tubbos voice. Thank god. My vision started to clear up finally. It wasn't so dark anymore, I could make out a person's face. Tubbo? It was Tubbo's face. Fluffy brown hair, blue eyes. He was hovering right over me, like I was a dead person. I could clearly see him now and make out all his features. I wasn't weak like I was before I blacked out, I had my normal strength back now. I could hear now. Am I alive?

I looked up at the short brown haired boy, his arms were wrapped around my torso as he held me close to his chest. Sobs were just pouring from his mouth as they filled the room. I had the strength to wrap my arms around his small torso. The sobs came to a pause as he looked down at me. Our eyes met. His blue eyes meet my green and red ones. Tears filled every corner of my eyes before spilling over and rolling down my cheeks.

" Oh my god!! Ranboo!! You're alive!"

It was really Tubbo. The real Tubbo. I held him close to me as more tears rolled down his face. I broke eye contact with him and looked up to see Tommy looking at us. He lunged at us, his arms wrapping around us, tears spilling over from his eyes.

" I'm okay.. I'm okay."

I said in a quiet voice as tears kept blurring my vision. My face was wet and salty. It burned my skin, but I didn't care because Tubbo and Tommy were here with me. I was finally home. I had returned home from the terrible Dream I had just lived. I must have had Tubbo worried sick, as well as Tommy. I rarely ever saw him cry so he was obviously extremely scared for what just suddenly happened. I couldn't care too much right now. I was back home and not staring into a black void of nothingness anymore.

" I'm so sorry for scaring you guys like that. I just.. Blacked out so suddenly. I don't know why. I had saw Dream when I blacked out. I was in prison with him. He told me that what I'm living right now isn't real.."

I stopped talking for a moment and looked at Tommy and Tubbo. Tears were still rolling down their faces.

" Am I alive or is this a dream?"

Tubbo looked at me, a concerning look across his face of course. He must have thought I was starting to go insane. I sighed looking around the room I was in. I was still in the kitchen where I blacked out. I was on the floor.

The cold, hard floor, like in the prison with Dream. My chest started to hurt, it felt like someone was stabbing me. Was I dying or was I just living a Dream like I was told?

I reached up from the kitchen counter, grabbing it and pulling myself up from the kitchen floor. Tubbo and Tommy stood up watching me pull myself up. I took a deep breath in thinking about all the possibilities of this being not real. Maybe my life was too perfect to be like this. I couldn't remember anything before this day.

Maybe this was a dream. Maybe I am dead. I stared down into the empty sink. It was clean. Perfectly clean, just how this dream was,

Perfect.

After a few moments I faced Tommy and Tubbo. Tommy had his arms crossed as he was facing away from everyone, while Tubbo was wiping his face from the salty tears. They seemed normal, but I didn't feel normal. None of this was normal. Was Dream right? Was I killed?

Everything felt so dull. My chest was hurting so bad. So much was happening at once. Tubbo wasn't talking and neither was Tommy. I let out a shaky breath and brought my hand to the stabbing pain in my chest, it felt like someone stuck a knife through me, and it just doesn't stop.

I leaned against the kitchen counter, unsure of what the next step should be now. I was.. Home now, if i even want to call it that since this is likely all a dream. The room felt heavier than normal, if there was even a normal now. It hurts to breathe.

I soaked in the sun as it spilled through the window behind me above the sink. It was the color of honey. The golden color. The warmth was comforting. It distracted me only momentarily as breathing was still hard, the room was heavy, and my chest stung.

No one was talking, it was quiet. Tommys never quite. He always has something to say. Please someone say something. I glanced at the sun behind me and when I turned back no one was there.

" Tommy? Tubbo?"

Nothing. Nothing but the sound of silence now. I was alone. So, this really is a dream. Something from my imagination.

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i hope you're enjoying the story! - honey <3
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last edit- June 7th, 2022