(Ranboo recently came out as he/they and will be referred to as such in this)
||Summary:
Ranboo struggling to figure out where they are, who they are and what is happening around them.||
Tw// disorientation, vomiting, face blindness, questioning ones sanity, cursing (if you consider it cursing)
An: I haven't wrote in a while so sorry if this sucks ass. Also since the last time we talked I've changed my name, pronouns and sexuality. Yeah it's been awhile 🥲. Anywhizzel, I'm Bo. My pronouns are they/xe/it and I'm an asexual lesbian. That's it, on to the story, hope you enjoy :)
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The hybrid woke up confused. Where were they? What was going on? Wait, something was wrong. They were supposed to do something, find someone. Someone was waiting, no, looking for them. Right? That still felt wrong.
They fumbled around.. the room? Where were they? What was happening? The irritable feeling was scratching at the back of they're brain. 'Where was he? What was looking for? Who was he looking for?' the hybrid questioned. He fell over onto the floor, barely catching himself. Heavily breathing, trying his best to stay conscious. He lowered himself onto the cold floor. It was helping them come to their senses. They felt a sting on their forehead. They were.. sweating? Had he had a nightmare? When did he fall asleep, did he even wake up? His brain felt like was turning into mush as he tried to remember what he was doing.
Remember.
Remember! He has a memory book! He just needed to find it. He quickly got up immediately getting hit with dizziness. He moved like a fawn learning to walk to the bathroom. He threw up whatever he had eaten before into the toilet. It was unidentifiable now, but the sensation had brought tears to his eyes. It was painful every time he threw up, his tears only making it worse as they burned his scarred cheeks.
The burning felt familiar. He felt panic as they remembered the lessons. The water burning his sensitive skin. Teeth sinking into they're arm in an attempt to keep others from hearing his pained screams.
Others.
Who? Fluffy brown hair floated into his memory, who had fluffy brown hair? Who had horns? Who had the matching wedding ring that was on his finger? Wait a minute, he was married! He couldn't remember their face. He felt like an awful partner, couldn't even remember his spouses face. The memory book only had descriptions, no pictures. Reading it would help but he didn't want to risk standing up again.
He pondered his spouse. Who they were, where they were, what they were doing. Probably taking care of their kid. WAIT A DAMN MINUTE. HE HAD A KID! Was his kid safe?! When was the last time he'd seen them?! Damn it he needed answers!
He needed to move!
...
What just happened?
He saw a flash of lavender and now he's in a field of grass. How did he get here? The creature stood up slowly and looked around. It was late evening, the sun was kissing the horizon painting the sky with a plethora of beautiful colors. It was breath taking, until he realized he was in an unknown place with no memory book in sight.
Shoot!
What was he going to do now?! Well he guessed the only thing he could think of doing, walk. That he did. They walked for most likely hours. They were less focused on the time and more on where they were going. They had no watch or communicator so it was up to their eyes. After wondering for a long time their thoughts started to twist. What could he remember of himself? Was he a good person? Hell if he new. How did he do that thing earlier? What was the word for it.. teleport! Yes! Maybe his memory wasn't as bad as he thought, but then again he couldn't remember his own name at the moment so maybe it was awful. He sat down and tried to remember his spouse. They had brown hair, ears way to long to be human, and horns. They were short compared to him but after walking past several trees they realized he might not be normal height. He remembered something about their face, they had a scar. But what did their face look like? He couldn't remember their facial features. So with the only thing he could remember of them, he thought of them. They thought of standing next to them, hugging them, holding them, talking to them, looking at them, he wanted to be with them. He wanted to move towards them.
And he did.
"AAA WHAT THE HELL?! ...Ranboo?"
