The Dream SMP Hunger Games Series

Chapter Ten

White light flashed in blinding strokes over a suffocating wall of darkness. Ranbob was disoriented and his breath felt both freezing and aflame with the disorienting lights around them-

Him, and Tubbo.

Together.

"TU-!"

Brown hair fell past his vision and Ranbob was falling further until finally-!

The breath was knocked out of him, and judging from a gasp beside him, the same had happened to Tubbo.

Ranbob's heterochromatic eyes glistened as they saw the night sky newly above them, time feeling almost as if it were slowing down.

Cerulean blue was the first thing he could really take in.

White speckles much clearer than at the Capitol dotted the sky in breathtaking amounts. Gaseous clusters formed around what almost appeared to be a gash in the roof of their world itself, despite how truly impossible such an occurrence would have to be. Not a single cloud obscuring the sight in the slightest.

So this... This was the night sky.

Time sped up again, and Ranbob fell to the ground below. A grunt bursting from his chest as the forest floor spiked into his back-

Tubbo.

He turned his head to the side. Groaning as his hair got uncomfortably pulled by some unknown substance.

Tubbo was laid down next to him. His hair spread out from his head as if it were the halo of an angel, eyes also fixated on the roof of the world above them.

Just the two of them. Alive.

All of a sudden, a grin split across Tubbo's face. His eyes gleaming with formerly hidden mirth and pure utter excitement.

It was breathtaking, Ranbob thought to himself. About as much as the sky was itself.

All of a sudden, Tubbo spun his own head to make eye contact with Ranbob. The other jolted slightly as reality hit him.

Tubbo easily sat up and brushed dirt from his hair. A mischievous glimmer around him which Ranbob had not been able to previously notice while in the midst of war on the Capitol.

They were free!

A smile took over his own face at the thought, and Tubbo jumped up to his feet. Brushing off more residue from the forest floor as he stood, and then gave an outstretched hand to Ranbob.

"You coming, bossman?"

And breathlessly, with a stutter of his heart, Ranbob took ahold of that hand.

"Y-yeah."

He was pulled to his feet, stumbling over slightly as the needle-like leaves from the pine trees above them stuck to his clothes.

Brushing them off with a few waves of his free hand, Ranbob then felt a pull as Tubbo seeked to take him forwards. Excitement evident in his luminescent eyes.

He was alive, and outside!

A soft smile on his lips, Ranbob followed Tubbo. The two of them were prancing through the forest towards a gap in the trees he could barely spot, but his guide seemed to know like the back of his palm. The burn scars over his face like a pattern comparable to the sky above.

God, he was thinking about this far too closely. Everything was new to him here, new and beautiful just as everything Tubbo seemed to introduce to him was.