I may be a child, but...

He Who Falls Will Rise Again

Ranboo had never seen Tommy stay down for long. Ever. And that was that. No matter how he was taken out, he had always gotten right back up. Each time had always been quicker than the last. He had seen Tommy go down in every way possible. Yet, he has never been down for this long. Never this way, and never for as long as he has been. Ranboo sat in the calmest panic he had ever been in. The urgent need to get up tugged his limbs this way and that. Yet he could not get up out of the chair Tommy insisted was his.

Looking around, he spotted stains engraved in the wood. It was obvious there was an attempt to clean it, but the wood still looked off. Peering at it, he hums and his eyes drift to continue to look around. Clementine, who was curled up on his lap, shifted slightly in her sleep. He pulls the blanket around her further, shifting around so he can get more comfortable.

His mind drifted back to the disarray of the house. It hadn't really been cleaned since they left for the picnic. The house was pulled apart so they could get the picnic basket, as Tubbo had been the one to put it away and forgot soon after. Micheal was curled up within Clementine, whimpering and chuffing in an effort to self soothe. The distress made a pur bubble up in Ranboo, seeking to soothe his little hauntling.

The lights flickered overhead, the electricity surging for a few moments before going back out. Tubbo was probably working himself into the ground in his lab, again. Mulling over his options, Ranboo concedes to just continue sitting in Tommy's seat. It has been two days since the funeral. A ritual Ranboo found particularly interesting. Burying the dead with a headstone stating information above them.

The clock chimed six times nearby, the sun just barely setting over the horizon. The final chime echoed throughout the room, bringing footsteps with it. Tubbo emerged from the hallway, sweat and grime coating his skin. Something inside of him wailed about how unkept one of his hauntlings were. Tubbo looked over to where they all sat and nodded his head. He turned and went back into the hallway. Before Ranboo could call out in distress, the shower was started in the next room over. His pur increased, his chest rumbling violently and Micheal joined in.

It took him a few minutes, but Ranboo finally gathered his resolve, he gathered his hauntlings in his arms and stood up. He made his way to the room they've been living in, stepping over a pile of clothes here and a pile of toys there, and made his way to the closet to get Micheal something to wear besides Clementine. He himself also needed some new clothes, as they were going out to eat tonight and he had to look presentable.

The closet had a limited choice of things, but Ranboo was able to set out clothes for he and his kid. Setting Micheal on the bed, he untapped both he and Clem from the blanket. Swiping his thumb over Clem soothingly, he waits to hear her hum to know she has awoken.

"Clem, we're going out tonight, remember? I need to get Micheal dressed."

Another hum reverberated through his hand before he was left with Micheal covered by Clem. She took up everything below his neck, she said this was so she could protect him. Ranboo couldn't find it in himself to complain. Starting the process of getting a fussy Micheal dressed, Ranboos mind wondered to what Niki was doing right now, seeing as she was on a mission when she got the grief striking news. He hoped she was alright.

o0o

Niki was so ready to bash some skulls in. Yesterday, while she was out in Las Nevadas doing some business with Jester, Niki got the most horrible news she could ever have gotten over the phone. Tommy, precious, sweet, loveable Tommy had been ' accidentally ' killed during a hero villain fight that happened near one of the park he frequented. Honestly, she was calling bullshit, it seemed too planned to be an accident. Niki had looked at the news footage and nothing lined up. The movement of the fight was planned, the news was there before the fight even started. Nothing added up.