A Guide For The Outsiders

Chapter 10: The world is broken, you shouldn't be expected to fix it

TW: PTSD, panic attack, violence, needles, hospital themed stuff, aided suicide mentions (Canon event) Death, destruction.
Please let me know if I missed any

"Are you, okay, man?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" Ranboo flicked his tail easily.

"AEh- you got FUCKING STABBED" He sputtered.

"Oh, I mean, yeah? I'm doing fine, great, you'd be surprised how many blows I can take."

The enderian's eyes turned downcast.

"I'm kidnapping you by the way." Tommy said once they set foot into the agency.

"Oh, goodie. Niki is going to kill you and me."

"Ehh, now let's drop off the coffee."

The elevator ride was significantly better now that there was music.

"So, when did the agency get remodeled?"

"A few weeks ago."

"Good riddance, why have the whole thing just a giant tower?"

"I really don't know, they really made it easy to kamikaze that shit."

"Exactly! It's just impractical."

Tommy was really happy about the remodel. The complex was surrounded with electric fencing, and each team had their own building, with the cafeteria, training grounds, and things like that in the center.

It felt like ă̶̸̝ͦ͊̿͋͞ p̶̸̨̺͊̍̒̓̀r̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟i̵͓͙̱͚̎͟s̩͙͖̋͛͟ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚n̷̶̯͉̊̽̐ͦ͘ a safe place.

The elevator dinged at a reasonable 5th floor, and the two began setting the coffee on the counter. There was a set of footsteps and Metus came sprinting in, picking up his coffee, he stopped at the door, "Can I speak to you Ranboo?"

And for some reason he fucking went, just no hesitation, none of his normal resistance. Just walked away with the deadliest hero there was.

"Hey Tommy!" Wilbur said, grabbing his coffee.

"Wilbur, I need your help, Ranboo is here, so make sure to use hero names as usual, besides me, also, he's been stabbed and waves it off like nothing."

"Doesn't he live on the Border?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, it's not exactly, safe there. Metus grew up there, and he turned out. . . Metus."

"Still, I need your help convincing him to go to the medical room."

"Fine."

Ranboo walked out a moment later, tugging at the collar of his shirt. "I- I should probably get going to help Niki."

"I told Niki I have you today. And that we are going to look at your stab wound."

"Oh no. No no no no no no no, you are not touching me, nope, not at all, I'm not going." He crossed his arms. "I'm not going."

"Not going where?" Phil asked.

"Peregrine! You should help us convince Ranboo that his stab wound should get checked out."

"You got stabbed!" Peregrine nearly burst. "How old are you? Like 16?"

"Why is everyone so reactive? I'm 18. and this isn't bad." Ranboo retorted.

"I'm sorry, but you have to go to the medical room." Phil said with full seriousness, and a little concern.

"No I don't. I won't. I'm not going, I'm not!" The enderian's words got lost in a warbling cadence as they backed up. "You can't make me."