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Dream and Ranboo's fight

11/07/2022

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Music recommedation: Cradles - Sub Urban

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LGBTQ+:

Dream - Any pronouns (mainly he/him)

Ranboo - Non-binary and uses they/them

Tommy - he/they/them

Quackity - he/him

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"You really think I wouldn't?" Dream twirled the lighter in his hand, flicking the flame on and off. Ranboo's eyes followed his every movement, daring him to set the whole places up in flames.

"I know you would try..."

"No I wouldn't try. I would burn it to the ground until there was nothing left apart from a small dust of ashes."

At that line, Ranboo's face dropped, replaced with a firm exterior. Dream seemed to revel in his triumph for a moment, but that was short lived as Ranboo grabbed his collar and flung him at the wall.

"You'll leave Grimsdale alone," they threatened, advancing towards their victim.

Dream stayed smug, a small smile gracing his lips.

"Now why would I do that?"

Ranboo pulled a sword from the sheath at their hip and raised it to Dream's throat, millimetres away from piercing the skin. All sign of victory vanished from his face as he strained away from the sharpened blade.

"We can talk about this Ran."

"I'm done listening."

Ranboo continued to push the blade closer until it was making contact with his neck. Dream was finding it hard to breathe, all his mistakes flashing around him, illuminating the walls. Why couldn't he have just let the issue go? Why did he have to extend it to this point? His dignity sank to his feet as he began to beg for his life.

"Ran! What are you doing?! Stop! Please!"

A small sound echoed around as Tommy's small figure shuffled into the room to witness his best friend with their sword to his manipulator's neck. Revenge overcame the young child as he shouted over their tussle.

"Do it R!"

Ranboo's gaze followed towards the voice, letting the sword slip slightly. Dream took a deep breath in and coughed alerting Ranboo to their mistake. They immediately lifted and pressed the blade harder against his throat.

"Ranboo..." Dream's fading voice muttered to them as the pressure began to drown him.

"Yes R, get him!"

Tom's outburst once again pulled Ranboo's focus away from their victim, but this time Dream didn't hesitate. Despite his world fading in and out of his view, his hands grasped the hilt of the sword and manoeuvred it away from himself, turning it on the other figure in the cramped space. In one swift action, Dream had his arm and sword wrapped around Tommy. His cocky exterior returned, his head filled with the knowledge of regaining the upper hand over them.

"Really Ranboo? You REALLY thought I wouldn't escape that old trick."

In spite of his best friend being moments away from death, Ranboo only smiled to themselves.

"I knew you eventually would."

"What?" Confusion decorated his face as he mirrored the previous motions of his enemy, resting the blade against Tommy's fragile neck.

"Why aren't you panicking?"

Subtle sniffs broke from Tommy, clearly distraught at being once more in the hands of his captor. Dream jolted the sword slightly, causing him to stop crying.

"What the hell is wrong with you Ranboo?!"

Ranboo chuckled softly before bringing their eyes up to match their enemy's.

"The only thing wrong with me, is that I didn't forget something that you did."

"And what would that be?" Dream played along, smirking at their story of supposed success.

Ranboo kept up their jovial appearance, pacing back and forward in the room.

"Well, Dream, do you know why I wanted to talk in this house? In this room?"

"No, I don't Ranboo. Why?"

Ranboo took in a deep breath as if about to reveal something big. Dream's face stayed unclear, perhaps underestimating still the magnitude of Ranboo's announcement.

"Because, Dream, underneath this room is nukes that can explode anytime I choose. All I have to do is press one insignificant button."

Ranboo took an axe off his back and stood in front of the only exit.

"You really thought I wouldn't have a plan B, Dream?"

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"What the hell Ran?!"

Ranboo gripped their axe and pointed it towards Dream.

"You can't tell me you did not expect at least a single nuke in this house."

"It's true what did you expect." The snide comment earned Tom another movement of the sword closer to him.

Ranboo kept their eyes trained on the blade and their friend's desperate face as they spoke, judging the distance between them and how much damage Dream could inflict before they came in reach.

"Whenever I trigger it -which I plan on doing very soon- this entire room will be blown up and you along with it. There is only a 1 in a 100 chance of surviving."

Both Tommy and Dream's faces dropped, replaced with dread.

"But R- what about me?" Tommy started to sniff again, this time louder, until they resolved into sobs.

Dream loosened his hold slightly, allowing the child to weep in his last moments of life. An alarmed look passed over Ranboo for a second before they too lowered their weapon to stare Tommy.

"Toms. I know it's your last life. You really think I'd bring you down with me and him?"

As if to confirm his statement, Ranboo launched at Dream, swinging the heavy netherite axe above their head, bringing it down near their opponent. Dream continued to dodge every attack, the fear of death keeping him moving constantly. His movements although swift, were not quiet, alerting his fiancé standing outside the house.

"Dream?!"

"Q, I need you! Help me!"

Warnings scattered and ricocheted around the room, both parties trying to push their loved ones out of the room, so that they could bring their world down together. To Dream's dismay, while Tommy escaped the space, Quackity pulled out his weapon in return and moved in on Ranboo.

"What are you doing to my fiancé?!"

"Quackity get out! They have nukes! Get out of the room!"

In a harsh twist of fate, or perhaps a carefully crafted plot, Ranboo was ready for a double attack. Their hand reached under their tie, returning with a small black button.

"I didn't want it to go this far Dream! But you gave me no choice!"

With a quick glance around the room to make sure Tommy had fled, their thumb came down on the button. A seemingly simple action for the chaos that ensued. It would be to cliché to say that there was a flash and everything was gone. Because nothing was gone.

The searing heat placed scars all over Dream and Quackity, flinging them back into what was left of a crumbling wall. The foundation of the house rattled, allowing the wooden timbers to crack and fall. Ash and dust rose in plumes like mushrooms, engulfing the flames. And in the middle of it all, lay 3 figures, 2 faintly breathing and one still.