DSMP Oneshots

Now Would Be A Good Time To Panic

When the sirens went off that afternoon, it could be heard from almost anywhere. Something that loud and panic-inducing could've only meant one thing. He had escaped. Ranboo didn't hear the sirens himself because his little cabin in the woods was secluded and far from the prison. His first inkling that something was wrong came from Tubbo messaging him. It was straightforward and to the point. No hints of joking or anything.

"The prison sirens are going off. Where are you?" his message read.

"In my house, I'm coming over now. I'll be there soon," Ranboo replied.

Ranboo gathered up anything Important or useful until he couldn't carry anything else. He then began his journey to Tubbo's house. It didn't take very long, but every second felt like a second too long. As he got closer to Tubbo's house, he could hear the sirens in the distance. This was really happening. Tubbo was outside his house with Micheal. Even from this distance Ranboo could tell Tubbo was trying to save face for Micheal. When he got to the two of them he wrapped them both up in a hug.

"I won't let anything happen to you," he told them sincerely.

Tubbo accepted the hug, briefly wrapping his arms around the two as well, but was quick to let go. The fact that he even hugged back was a surprise since he wasn't one for physical affection. There was no doubt that Tubbo was afraid, they all were. What were they going to do? Where were they going to go?

"We have to go get Tommy," Tubbo instructed.

"Right, we need to hurry," Ranboo agreed.

Ranboo picked up MIcheal and held him close. They began running into town towards Tommy's house, not even able to confirm if he'll be there. All they could do was hope. Their hearts were beating a million times a minute, but they couldn't slow down. The siren blared in their ears as they ran. The two got to Tommy's house only to find that he wasn't there. Ranboo and Tubbo looked at each other, their panic being harder to hide. Tommy could very well be dead and they dreaded the thought. Burying the possibility they continued searching, eventually finding themselves at the community house. When they entered the two found Tommy immediately, but he wasn't looking great. Curled up in the corner and hyperventilating, the blond was extremely distressed.

"Tommy!" Tubbo exclaimed, trying to talk over the sirens.

Ranboo set Micheal down, who went back to clinging to Tubbo, and approached Tommy slowly. He sat on the floor in front of Tommy and kept his voice level as he spoke.

"Tommy, can you hear me?" he asked. Tommy gave no response, his eyes remained distant. Ranboo spoke a little louder and asked again.

"Tommy, can you hear me?"

There was a shift in his breathing, the only possible indication that Tommy was outside his head.

"Focus on my breathing, try to match up with mine," Ranboo instructed calmly. He kept his breathing at a slow and steady pace, his eyes staying on Tommy. Tommy's breathing patterns began to shift as Tommy attempted to mimic Ranboo's breathing. Progress was slow, but moving. Once Tommy was breathing a bit slower, Ranboo spoke again.

"Tommy, can you tell me five things you can see?" Ranboo asked softly.

"I-I can see you, Tubbo, the stairs, the trees outside, and the walls," Tommy answered.

"Alright, how about 4 things you can touch," Ranboo continued.

"I can touch the floor, the walls, my shirt, and my shoes," Tommy said, his voice getting less shaky.

"You're doing great Tommy, what are three things you can hear?" Ranboo questioned.

"Your voice, my voice, and the... blaring sirens..." Tommy replied. His breath hitched as he acknowledged the sirens again.

"You're doing great Tommy. Give me two things you can smell," Ranboo encouraged.

"I can smell the cooking potatoes and the detergent from my shirt," Tommy told him.

"What's one thing you can taste?" Ranboo asked.

"The aftertaste of steak," Tommy said.

"Awesome Tommy, are you feeling better? Can you stand?" Ranboo questioned, concern evident in his voice.

"Y-yeah, yeah, I think I'm okay now," Tommy answered.

The blond stood up slowly, doing his best to ignore the loud sirens in his ears. He looked over to Tubbo and Micheal who both gave him supportive smiles. If the blond weren't so concerned with saving face, despite having just gone through a panic attack, he would've hugged them both. Maybe he'd do that later, but right now he had to focus.

"We need to get somewhere far away from here," Tubbo instructed.

"Yeah," Ranboo agreed, picking up Micheal again.

"I'm not leaving without Shroud," Tommy insisted.

"Who's that?" Ranboo asked.

He got no reply as Tommy stormed back towards his house with a determined look on his face. The others followed close behind, making sure they didn't get separated. They also found some comfort in being away from the source of the loud noise. They reached Tommy's house and saw a spider that looked almost like it was waiting for the blond. TOmmy picked it up and turned to the others.

"Okay, now we can go," Tommy said.

Ranboo dug through his stuff to hand something to Tubbo and Tommy, but he froze when he saw his journal. Ranboo had forgotten his position until now, and his eyes started to tear up upon remembering. He wiped his tears away, knowing it was for their safety, but it tore him up inside that he couldn't be with them to protect them.

"Take my stuff, it'll be useful," Ranboo told them as he offered his bag.

"Wait, you're not coming with us?" Tubbo asked with a solemn look on his face.

"I'm sorry, I can't. I wish I had time to explain why, but you can't stall much longer. Just take my things and get far away from here," Ranboo insisted, trying his best not to cry.

The three hesitated for a moment but eventually Tommy nodded and silently took the things in Ranboo's hand. Ranboo desperately wished he could join them, but he knew staying with them would only endanger them.

"Take care of each other, okay?" Ranboo insisted.

"Of course," Tubbo and Tommy promised.