Poplar St. (OFFICIAL WATTPAD UPLOAD)

Same Liver, Different Eagles

"Well excuse the fuck out of me!"

All eyes turned to Velvet, who was glaring irritably at the Ranboo lookalikes with his arms folded across his chest.

Deep down, Eret had a feeling the man had a secret death wish, since a) his favorite habit so far appeared to be deliberately bothering Foolish, who was a god, and b) he'd just yelled at a seven foot tall Enderman-like creature in Netherite battle armor, carrying a scythe big enough to easily slice a human like him into itty bitty pieces.

"Okay, look, tall dark and fucking weird, this is not how I wanted this day to go!" Velvet yelled, throwing his arms out wide. "First of all, I don't think you'll be able to smite that giant golden dickhead over there since he's literally a god, and for your fucking information there is apparently a green bitch terrorizing people with a magic book that almost drove me insane and we're trying to kill his ass! So of all people to step the fuck off, it should probably be you guys! And what the hell happened to the weird ice cream sandwich-looking kid, I thought he was funny—"

The red-eyed one burst out laughing, his scaly white tail whipping around behind him. He looked distinctly more reptilian than his counterpart. "I like this guy!"

"Boo, I swear to Mater Mortis, we don't have time for this!" The green-eyed one snapped, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation. "Our priority is imprisoning a rogue god who grows more powerful by the day! Damn it, the fusing spell must've been unstable—"

"I know you," Eret blurted.

For some reason, the pair felt strangely familiar. Eret couldn't place why, but their presence was threatening, like some part of Eret knew who they were, what they were.

Quackity whipped around, eyes wide and affronted. "You fucking what?"

"Of course you do," the green-eyed creature growled, turning back to Eret. "This mess is your fault, your father's fault. I should kill you right now, you traitorous thief—"

"GUYS!" Tubbo hissed. "Can we stop fighting about this and find Ranboo?"

My father's mess?

Heir to the throne?

The red-eyed one blinked. "We're Ranboo."

Phil made a face, inching towards the staircase that led out of the cannon alcove. "Right. Okay. Can we just go down to the inner city? We're here for a reason. Explain it on the way."

The green-eyed one frowned, but relented, grumbling irritably to himself. The red-eyed one just laughed, slinging his axe over his shoulder.

Eret huffed.

Their hand settled on the hilt of their strange dagger as they all filed down the staircase. The green-eyed Ranboo lookalike took the lead with Tubbo and Phil—scythe out and expression distrustful—while his red-eyed counterpart hung to the back with Quackity and Velvet, who seemed to be arguing with each other as distant sounds of seawater running down the stone steps echoed in the corridor. It was dark, the tunnels lit only by strange glowing sconces on the walls and the night vision potion Eret had drank.

Velvet was good with potions, there was no doubt about it. Maybe the man did have a few redeeming qualities.

"So who are you guys?" Tubbo asked, his voice brimming with anxiety. "And what happened to Ranboo?"

Next to them, Foolish opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, but he quickly shut it. Eret started to ask why, but before they could, the green-eyed creature spoke.

"Boo said it already," he replied briskly. "Although you're right, I believe introductions are in order. You mortals knew us as our fused form, Ranboo. Separately, I am Ran, one of the oldest Endermen and the captain of Lady Death's personal guard. That over there is Boo, a Dreamon my master captured and blessed with consciousness and a soul. We were blessed and bonded to each other and became a union of order and chaos, created to aid the gods in their last battle against He Who Pulls The Strings and his army."