Generation Loss Oneshots

I promise (you're safe with me)

hello genlosers I hope this fic makes it to the right audience 

make sure you looked at the TWs in the description :D

I'll do more genloss oneshots if this does well and if yall want but otherwise enjoy 

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Time passed, days went by without a thought. Time didn't feel real, and neither did Ranboo. It had been a few weeks since The Incident. He and Charlie had escaped from Showfall Media's facility built in a run-down Americanized mall.

Sometimes the world around them didn't feel real.

Sometimes Ranboo could still hear the screams and see the blood.

Sometimes Ranboo thinks about what he could've done differently. If he had arrived at the scene of his friend, Sneeg, a few minutes previously, maybe they would have been a trio instead of a duo.

Ranboo kept to himself a lot, but Charlie knew what had happened.

Charlie knew what Ranboo was feeling, thinking, trying to say when he first found them in the mall after being separated by the security monster and Hetch. Charlie knew that when he had found Ranboo, tied up against a wall with a death mechanism around their head, he knew what the younger one had been through. What they had both been through.

The two of them had gone back to the set of the cabin after directions from Hetch. Charlie fought his way through the security monster. The tall, wired, bloodied, monster with a TV for its head. Ranboo had run to the button to shut down the show, and Charlie was being dragged away by the monster. By the time Charlie had gone silent, he was already back in the carousel set. The monster had dragged him out there. Ranboo thought his friend was too far gone, so he left. Until he didn't, and Charlie found Hetch, very well alive, talking to a TV screen.

He had fought off the monster with the tools from the surgery room, in which he was very certain he had been there before. He found Hetch talking to a screen, and on that screen, was Ranboo. Tied up, with a black box on either side of their head. Charlie saw the live votes on the TV beside Hetch. He tackled the mastermind and pressed the live button, despite the votes casted on the screen for his friend's death. Hetch had been unconscious when he left the room to find his friend.

After that, Charlie found his way to the control room where Ranboo was still tied up, the box nearly shut on his head before Charlie's interruption. The mall was surprisingly quiet. He helped Ranboo out of the box and they cried, and they felt some form of twisted euphoria.

"-boo?" Ranboo's mind cleared. He shook himself out of his own mind.

"Sorry," he whispered. Charlie stood in front of him with a glass of water in his hands.

"It's okay. What were you thinking about?" Ranboo knew what Charlie was trying to do. They took care of each other and Charlie would often ask Ranboo how they were feeling.

"Nothing. What did you say?" Ranboo moved over to the other side of the couch, allowing Charlie to sit down beside him.

The two of them had moved into a neglected apartment. They found that most of the buildings around the Showfall mall were abandoned. Once Charlie helped Ranboo out of the black box, the two of them ran out of the mall like they had never run before. The outside shocked them. It was quiet.

"Oh, I asked if you wanted a glass of water, but I got you one anyway. I think you need it." Charlie handed the glass to Ranboo.

After a few days of being out, Charlie had figured out how to take the mask off of Ranboo's face. The two of them had been worried about possible tracking devices left inside the mask. Charlie tugged the metal mask off the younger one's face, showing the dried blood around the corners of his mouth and the scar lines tracing his face where the mask once sat on his face.

They had left the mask behind them, nowhere near their current apartment.

"Thank you." Ranboo took a sip from the glass. It was a surprise to both of them that the water and electricity still worked. However, they kept the lights off most of the time. The only light they would get was the sunlight that creeped through the ruined blinds.

"Mhm." The two of them sat in silence. It wasn't abnormal.

Ranboo's mind wandered off.

He thought of the mall. The empty and lonely mall.

He thought of his friends who didn't make it out. He thought of Sneeg. The only thought that kept Ranboo somewhat sane from Sneeg's death was that Sneeg was with Frank, who Ranboo wasn't too fond of while on the show, but had grown closer to. Well, as close as you can get to a dead body.

He thought of Niki. The first voted member of the carousel. Ranboo thought she was sweet.

He thought of Vinny. At least that one wasn't really his fault. Vinny had chosen to be thrown.

He thought of Ethan and Austin, whose death he didn't even react to.

He thought about the surgery room. The way he had his hands inside Charlie's stomach, pulling out his guts. Ranboo didn't know.

He thought of the piece of himself he had lost. The memories he would never be able to retrieve.

The glass from his hand dropped and shattered. The sound jolted him from his thoughts. Instantly, Charlie's hand was on his shoulder, steading him.

"Charlie?" Ranboo gasped. His head hurt. Suddenly, his mind took him back to the box. His voice was hoarse from pleading for his death. He pushed his hands over his ears, blocking out any noise.

"Ran? Hey, hey. Ranboo?" Charlie's voice was distant but it was clear.

He couldn't focus.

His breath tightened.

He released his hands from his ears.

"Ranboo? Can you tell me where you are right now?" Charlie asked.

"I'm- I'm there." The lights were too bright, Ranboo squeezed his eyes shut.

"Open your eyes, Ran. You're not there anymore." Charlie ordered. Ranboo refused, he didn't dare open his eyes, he didn't want to see the truth.

"I can't- I can't look-" His sentence strained. He hiccuped between breaths.

"Ran, I promise you. You're not there, okay? I'm here." Charlie's hand steadied on his shoulder.

Ranboo opened his eyes. The dark apartment awaited his view.

"Charlie- I'm-" He felt the tears sweep down his face. He turned to the older one, who already had a concerned look on his face.

"I know, I know. We're not there anymore. I'm real, okay? You're real." Charlie pushed his hand against Ranboo's.

"I'm sorry- I left you- I left them- We left Sneeg- and- and Niki-" Ranboo rambled, and they cried. Charlie wrapped his arms around Ranboo's shoulders.

"You didn't know. We didn't even know if Niki, or Ethan, or Austin, or Vinny were alive. We did the best we could." Charlie reassured him.

"But- but Sneeg?" Ranboo's tears slowly dried.

"I miss him too." The older one admitted.

"What of- what if we just left them there? We need to go back." Ranboo got up.

"No. No- Ranboo. We can't go back. They will put us back on the show." Charlie held Ranboo back from the door.

"No! We have to go back for them! Sneeg promised me he would." Ranboo lashed out but Charlie had a firm grip.

"And we will. When we find police, and people who can take them down, Ranboo. We can't go back. Not right now." Charlie stated. Ranboo gave up trying to fight. He walked back to the couch and slumped on his side.

"You promise we'll go back for them?" Ranboo whispered into the couch.

"I promise. We'll get them back, okay?" Charlie promised.

The two of them spent the night on the couch.

Ranboo felt thankful for Charlie's presence. He didn't know what he would do or where he would be without him.

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