Babyboo and Dadnoblade

Whispers in the dark

Voices spoke to him, screaming. They got drowned out in the wind thought, he could still feel the weight of their words. Louder. Louder.

His heart began to beat. Low and thunderous. They called him a monster. An abomination. An unloveable beast. It was a woman saying these things. Screaming at him.

The voices grew louder and blocked her out. Don't remember. They cooed. Don't remember. You are loved. She will ROT in hell for what she has done, for what she has said. The blade will make sure of that...

Ranboo opened his eyes, there will a sticky feeling on his cheeks and it burned. Tears. Why had he been crying? He couldn't remember. He shrugged and got out of bed. Bare feet padded on the oak flooring as he crept to the bathroom and grabbed the magma cream from the shelve.
Burns
Why are you crying?
Was it a bad dream
He can't remember
Oof
Ranboo can't remember a time where he didn't hear this voices in his head. They would talk to him and he would talk back. It was like having an imaginary friend. He had told Uncle Wilbur about them and begged him not to tell his father. He thought that if papa knew, then he would throw him out. Wilbur had reluctantly agreed. He promised himself that he would tell papa but, didn't want him to toss him out.
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Techno stood over his son with a worried expression. Ranboo was muttering things as tears ran down his face. Wilbur was also looking at Ranboo with the same worried expression. "He keeps talking to someone and about someone." "I'm assuming that he is talking about his mother, thought I didn't think he remembered her. But, who is he talking to?" Wilbur looked at him with a guilty flash in his eye. "There is something that you need to know..."