Oh Boo Hoo!

A Bittersweet I Love You

A/N- Please enjoy the final chapter of Oh Boo Hoo! I hope you like it <3 I'm proud to see how far this fic has come <3
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Ranboo woke up in their beanbag with a gasp.

Well, they couldn't actually wake up since they didn't really sleep, it was more like they closed their eyes and spaced out for a long while. Drifting up and away and imagining themselves to be floating in the stars.

It's been two days since they told their story to their little makeshift family, and something felt... different.

There's been some sort of internal click, something almost indiscernible finally settling into the right place.

Now, in this weird dream-like state, someone was calling to Ranboo.

They didn't know who or what it was, but it felt... right. It felt like home.

A song drifted up from somewhere within the house, and Ranboo stood, following the sound like they were in a simple dream.

Tommy and Tubbo were both "sleeping" in their respective beanbags, which meant that Tommy wasn't watching Moana for the thousandth time, which also meant that the song wasn't coming from the TV.

Carefully, Ranboo drifted down into the hallway, pausing in the center to listen at the doors nearby.

No music came from them.

Ranboo furrowed their brow, and continued on.

They hovered past the room where Tommy and Tubbo were murdered, which was now the office. They didn't dare to even look at the door, only slowing outside of it and straining their ears for a moment before moving on when they didn't hear anything.

When Ranboo reached the top of the stairs, there was... something, at the bottom.

Cautiously, Ranboo stepped down the steps, and as they neared they found that the something was actually this weird, warped space. Kind of like when you see heat waves wiggling off of the road or hot surfaces.

Ranboo didn't pause, finding themselves to be mesmerized by the odd air, realizing that the space was right above the spot where they found their own demise.

When Ranboo reached the bottom of the steps, they slowly reached a hand out to touch it and found that it felt... warm. All of a sudden, their senses were overwhelmed with... life.

They could hear birds singing, wind brushing over hills, the fluttering of wings. They could see a perfect blue sky, fluffy white clouds lazily drifting along with the perfect breeze. Thousands upon thousands of flowers colored the neverending field with rainbows and gradients that Ranboo had never seen or could've imagined.

They could feel the cool grass beneath their feet, fresh earth pressing between their toes as they deeply inhaled the crisp air.

A brook babbled somewhere nearby, hidden amongst the blades of grass and flowers.

The pain in their chest had vanished, and if they weren't so fascinated by their new surroundings, they would've sobbed in relief. They forgot about how it felt to not have that constant stinging in their sternum.

Ranboo laughed, a sudden burst of joy blossoming inside them as they twirled in the sunlight, the rays warm on their cheeks.

Primes, it's been so long since they could actually feel so much. It's almost overwhelming, but at the same time, Ranboo can't get enough. They've been deprived of strong senses for so long.

"It's lovely, isn't it?" A kind voice spoke up.

Ranboo cried out in shock, stumbling in their twirl and falling into a particularly fluffy patch of purple flowers, petals launching from their holds and fluttering down around Ranboo like confetti.