Bad Ideas •TomBoo•

Chapter 7 - Signs

TW - Cursing, Vomiting(throwing up), pregnancy test

~Ranboo's Pov~

They say light is warm, but why isn't the moon's light warm? It's cold, sad.

I barely fell asleep while in the car. But a big bump disturbed me before I could close my eyes completely.

Tubbo drove into the driveway of his house. His house wasn't big but it wasn't small like mine. He lived a fine life with a good job.

Something I envy but admire about Tubbo, he got there when I couldn't. Because I couldn't reach that far although he tried to pull me with him.

And yet you didn't try to go up yourself

"Alright we're here, let's get inside, you look like you need serious sleep" Tubbo grabbed the keys and opened his door.

I opened mine and walked out of the car, he walked on ahead to the front door.

We went in and turned on the lights leading upstairs.

We stopped in front of a room, he opened the door and revealed a surprisingly spotless bedroom.

"Alright, you'll sleep in the guest room, make yourself at home. We'll talk about this tomorrow okay?"

I nodded my head and entered the room.

I took a quick look at the room, my eyes scanned everything. Even the little figures on the desktops were covered with white paint.

Tubbo started walking away towards his room where he slept in.

"Thanks, Tubbo, I wish I could say more than that"
I called out to him.

He simply raised his hand and gave me a big good thumbs up.

I smiled happily.

I went back into the room and took a second but slow look around the room. The grey bed and white walls, brown desk, and paintings on the wall.

Good to say it was a nicely decorated room with efficient furniture and design.

I didn't have any clothes. The officers wouldn't let me go into the house after I came out. They said they would call me when I could go back for it.

I sighed and took off my shoes at the entrance of the room by the door.

The memories of seeing the body and scene haunted my head. It danced around rent-free.

I would have to take care of it in the morning.

What could make things worse anyway?

I slid under the covers of the grey sheeted bed that was surprisingly comfy and soft.

I looked at the white-painted ceiling, the light from the moon that passed through the curtain was dim.
Reaching to die.

Yet it was so beautiful how it gave life to the rest of the things it touched. Specks of dust flowed through its light that shined.

Tomorrow is a new day to see yourself fail

I closed my eyes.

In the morning

The room was flooded with sunlight when I opened my eyes.

The room was quiet, footsteps could be heard from downstairs. Some fast some slow-paced.

I stared and turned to my side.

A sharp pain came from my stomach, I could feel something bubbling and ready to come out.