Mystery far below us

(5) Cared for

Summary: Tubbo finds himself in an unknown place, taken care of, and befriends the creature. Maybe, just maybe, it is not as bad as he firstly thought. He may be stuck somewhere unknown, but this creature seems nice.

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Weird noises called out, and thats the first thing Tubbo noticed. Muttering some unintelligible words, he turned away from them. But they only repeat, multiple times, louder and closer. Tubbo shook his head, and throws his arm out, believing its his alarm, but hits instead someone in the face, which yelped in pain and shock. He sits up, thinking maybe he slept over at tommy's, but his eyes meet the sight of the creature from the day before. Its mouth ripped open slightly, as it rubbed the place its nose was suppose to be, atleast if it was human. It's eyes were squeezed closed. Tubbo looks down, unsure what to do, he tries apologizing, hoping it somehow understood that it was an accident. It shakes its head and opens its eyes. Tubbo was impressed, the eyes had depth to them, looking nothing like human. One being red, and the other being green. The whole eye, with lighter pupils. He was correct too, it has 3 set of eyes, smaller above, and even smaller below. Its mouth was closed again, and if you didnt know, you couldnt tell if it even had one, molding completly in the rest of its skin. Tubbo only met once before someone with heterochromia, but he didnt know if it was common under whatever species this creature is. This person was his close friend ranboo, having a brown and a green eye, but they arent very vibrant, you could only see it if you looked very closely. "what's your name?" It looked down, blinking and starring right into Tubbo's eyes. He shakes a little bit, unable to tell it's emotion. It shakes his head and chrackles softly. Before turning around and leaving through a hall, being surprisingly fast, but yet again, this thing is inhuman, and tall. And Tubbo now sits there, and aware of his leg pain, which now even gotten worse up the legs until the hips. How did he get out? Where is he now? He looks down to his legs, feeling down with his hand and realizing he's been bandaged, some light beige-green bandage wrapping his legs, as light as air, could barely feel it, but it sat tight on top of his skin. Though, thinking of recent events, that shouldnt be a surprise. A sigh followed after Tubbo inspected his own legs. It was cold, but far more durable than the one from the cave he remembers himself in. He is obviously somewhere more save than the cave, and he felt the urge to thank the creature. It's very obvious that he done nothing for the creature to have any reason to save him, so why did it do it? Maybe he could find some clues, but for now, he should focus on his own survival. Though his legs are taken care of, it does not promise a healthy healing, and dont forget about the rest of his body. Even though the legs are the worst part, it does not excuse the painful lungs or bloody nose. With shaking hands he touched below his nose, it had fully dried out, but it still was lightly sticky, and he tried rubbing it off to no avail. He looks down to his chest not only his hands were lightly shaking, but his whole body. He just sat bended since it hurted like crazy to sit up straight, not like he really cared about his posture right now. He tried to stand up and felt dizzy, but his shaking legs somehow carried him to lean to a wall. His hands were over his stomach, as if he had pain there, but infact, he felt like he needed to steady himself somehow, now that he was standing, and was able to do something that can be compared to walking, he could leave and see where he was. Since this is clearly not a place he's familiar with, and the sooner he knows his surroundings, the sooner he can find a way to leave and go back home. If he ever escaped is the thing of course. He looks down to his feet, they burned with pain but it was barable enough. He tried to walk a few steps, stumbling over his own feet but he managed to make it to the next wall. He leaned against it for support, taking deep breaths preparing him to walk the rest of the way to the outside world. There was so much light on the other side, he couldnt really see and looking straight at it made his eyes hurt, so he rather kept them low to see only a few meters ahead. Soon, he began walking again, further and further, putting his hand away from his stomach up infront his face to protect his eyes from the bright light. He finally took the steps outside. A soft breeze blew through his hair and he could feel the cold air hitting his skin. With careful steps he turns around. Just then, something touched his arm. Tubbo quickly looked back and saw the creature, man he should really give it a name instead of saying 'creature' all the time. Its skin shimmered in the light, and it made sounds again, soft crackling noises, and it leaned down. Was it worrying? It looked like a worried mother that just heard her child crying. Instead, its an inhuman creature showing some kind of empathy for a human, a hunter. Its eyes observe his body, to be exact his legs. Then it just picked him up, he closed his eyes as a burning pain rushed through his head, when he opened them again he found himself somewhere else. It placed him down on something soft, and he looks behind himself to find a soft, almost flat area with greenish grass and feathers on top, is this a bed? It disappeared again and came back with large leaves in brownish-orange colors. It dropped infront of him and leaning to his legs as he sits a few meters above the floor, why is this bed so high up? If he got down and would want to go up again he really had to climb. But then again, this creature is quite tall, and there might be more of its kind, so the height is easily explained too. It wraps the leave around his legs and fixates it with something. Tubbo thinks that the eyes arent the only thing reminding him of Ranboo in this creature. The way it acts is similar to how Ranboo does. After a while of thinking, Tubbo decides to call the creature Ranboo. Maybe he could forget for a while his friends when he calls the creatures down here the same name, so he firstly thinks of them when he hears their name. So, now the moth-like, caring, helping creature is called Ranboo. What about the other creature, the one he escaped from. He wanted to give it a name as well, but it only shared negative memories so far, so he doesnt want to give it a name of his close friends. He thinks back to Tommy and his so called 'pet'. Tubbo hated it, and yet, he thinks its being perfect for the creature. He's talking about Tommy's tarantula, shroud. Shroud. A little monster, and now he named a big one after it. Serves it right. Ranboo finishes his fixation his legs, and stood up, even if Tubbo's now sitting on the bed and is taller than standing, he still towered over him with ease. He looks up, but quickly stops, not wanting to harm his neck. He couldnt use any more wounds, breaks, or any other stuff to do with harm, he's no doctor, he doesnt know what he has. Ranboo sits on the floor, just a few meters infront of him, and he is finally shorter like this, a smug smile creeped on Tubbo's face, it felt like victory to be taller than this mysterious creature. Not even truly knowing each other, and yet, he still acts like they've been friends for a longer time. Ranboo just had an aura, one that was trustworthy, even though he looks rather close to scary. Maybe he just likes how he reminds him of his human friend, Ranboo, who knows. He'll never know. But that doesnt matter to him. He's alive, and he will survive.