Detroit: Become Human - Oneshot Book!

| Ralph - 3 |

A/N: UwU I love writing Ralph stuff, he's such a good bOY

Ralph was badly damaged when you found him. You had found him in an abandoned house, and you had offered him a home, which he graciously accepted. You had let him into your life, and he honestly couldn't be happier. You were the only human that had been nice to him in... Ever. You tried to fix him up, but you couldn't really do anything for him. The burn scars were too deep, and you were totally clueless on how to fix the missing skin splotches on his hands. Other than him talking in 3rd person a majority of the time, he seemed pretty fixed. That was until you found out that some parts of his processors went unfixed for so long, that he developed tics. They were mainly in his neck, usually doing a quick nodding motion, and in his wrists, quickly turning them upwards before doing something else with them.  It didn't bother you nor him, and it wasn't until is actually started causing him pain that you did something.

"(Y/N)! Ralph's wrists are hurting, and he hasn't even been doing anything." He called out to you. You were currently sitting on the couch as he came running towards you, and sat with you. "Here, let me see. Give me your hands." He gently set his hands in yours, as they twitched ever so slightly. "Hm, have you been feeling stressed at all lately? What about anxiety?" He paused, and slowly nodded yes. "Yes... Ralph has been doing some stuff... For (Y/N)..." A light blue dusted his cheeks as he looks away slightly. "Oh. I- that might be the cause of it. Do you want to show me? It might help a little bit at least." His grip on your hands tightens slightly, as he lets out a small sigh. He lifts himself up off the couch, gently pulling you along. He stops in front of a closed door and turns to you. "Ralph, you never let me in here. Is this what you meant?" "Ralph never let (Y/N) in here because it was a surprise for her." As he was reaching towards the doorknob, you saw the tics getting worse at the moment, but when he opened the door, they just stopped. It was filled with all of the plants and flowers you had bought for him. "So that's where they all went..." When you got them, you had just assumed they died and he just didn't have the heart to tell you. The natural light coming in from the windows created a soft glow on all of the flower petals. "This is amazing..." You whispered. "I didn't know you kept them all- Ralph, this is beautiful!" You ran and tackled him in a hug, almost knocking him over in the process. "Ah-! Ralph is glad you like it!" You looked up at him, and his tics seemingly just disappeared. Or maybe it was just when you were around? You really didn't know. Ralph thought the only reason they stopped was because of you, and the only reason you think they stopped is that he finally had someone who would actually care about him and be there when he needed it. Both ideas are correct, actually.

And he's just happy you accepted his girlfriend proposal.

A/N: ugh fuck
I opened my mobile Wattpad and it deleted half of this story I'm pissed I had to rewrite parts of it
But this was inspired by my life actually because I have tics. The ones mentioned in the story. I felt that it would fit Ralph since he's already a twitchy good boy.

Also, THANK YOU FOR 740+ READS YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING! WHY Do YOU EVEN READ MY TRASH WRITING LIKE OMF THANK YOU SO MUCH ILY GUYS SM

Word Count: 653

Crystal, out!