If I Killed Someone for You - |Ranboo x Reader.|

Log: 18

hm.

i guess this is just the end.

they aren't coming for me.

they don't care.

i'm foolish for thinking ranboo even cared.

he doesn't care.

no one cares.

i was really just sitting here waiting for what?

a pat on the back?

i'm done. over with it.

i'm gone.

i'll be glad that i've died here.

at least i'm finally fucking dead.

the air behind me was cold. the chair i sat in wasnt even a chair anymore. it felt like my limbs.

schlatt hadn't been this bad in a while, but lately he's been shakey.

he's my father, i know him more than anyone else. maybe mom does, tubbo might. how do i know tubbo is my sibling? i don't know. family trees and trying to figure out meaning behind lyrics have been the only thing really allowing me to not go insane.

i've also been thinking about ranboo a fuck-ton. thinking about how if i didn't stick my nose in someone else's buisness i really wouldn't be intertwined with this mess. maybe i'd be dating him instead of kissing noah.

bad mistake on my part, noah can't kiss. he kisses like a fish. surprising, i wonder how the fuck he pulled so many girls when he was the popular football kid.

maybe that's why he's hanging around with us.

i just wanna go somewhere that isn't home.

eventually, and as usually schlatt came into the dark room he locked his child in. he of course, was drunk and holding his usual bottle of cheap booze.

i rolled my eyes, before he even started talking. i know it's gonna be along the lines of "y/n you fucking disgrace, this is what you deserve". he doesn't know his lefts from his rights so i don't know how he thinks i deserve anything.

he should be the one sitting in this chair, peeing in a disgusting bucket and crying on the cold concrete. getting fed nothing but crackers and a couple of spoonfuls of peanut butter and small cups of water.

he started talking. "y/n get up."

i kind of tilted my head. why the hell does he want me to get up? i'm not going to be going anywhere besides maybe the piss bucket.

"god dammit are you deaf along with stupid, just stand up we need to go!" he shouted.

i flinched the slightest bit as i got up and walked towards him. i always tried not to flinch when this bitch was talking or hitting me but lately i've been frisky.

i was close enough so he could grab my arms and push me up the stairs. once again, i rolled my eyes and reluctantly stepped on each stair. when i reached the door at the top of the staircase, i waited for him to come up.

expect, he never did.

what did happen though, was while my back was facing the door at the top, someone grabbed me and shoved a bag over my head.

"what the fuck is wrong with you!" i screamed.

i got kicked in the back of my knees, making them buckle and realize any tension i had in my upper body. i was very weak, and in no way could hold up a fight.

the man grabbed my body picking it up, than walking out of the cold basement i was left in.

after being carried for what feels like ages, i was sat down against a wall, and my legs and arms were now chained to the wall.

fuck.

.-.-.

"god! let me go! i was much more comfortable in the other room!" i shouted

there was one of schlatt's men guarding the door, and just standing at his post.

i think my ears have become allergic to silence because of how much i've been hearing it lately. however, just as i thought that.

i heard a big boom.

then another one.

then one more.

the man who stood at the door was now panicking. he grabbed his walkie, and..stared at it? i couldn't really tell. it was hard enough that my ears felt shot after a random amount of noise just started filling my ears.

"code d, we have a code, d!" the walkie spit out.

the man who was standing there had quickly rushed out, leaving me once again alone.

now would be a better time than ever to attempt this escape.

i didn't wanna know what was happening, all that was going through my bran was how i could escape. i was struggling, and i knew i wasn't going to allow this douche to let me die up here while who knows what is going on down there.

more explosions were being heard, gun shots were bouncing off the wall, so many noises and so little explanation.

i struggled long and hard to try to get out of here, and the explosions were getting closer and closer to me. i thought they were trying to blow me up. tears began forming in my eyes. looking at death from a distance isn't scary, but looking at it dead in the eye is terrifying.

my hands wouldn't stop shaking, my breath would either. it was no use. but just as i was about to stop trying i heard someone tinkering with the doorknob. smoke has already risen thhrew the crack and filled the room, so besides everything i was hagging to get fresh air.

"STAY OUT! GO AWAY!" i shouted. i hoped, prayed, begged it would be schlatt.

but when the door swung open and i saw ranboo?

oh god, i just wanted to kiss him.