A Splash Of Paint (MCYT Oneshots)

The Annoying Dead (Ranboo-centric)

(A/N: in celebration of Halloween, I've decided to write a Halloween-themed chapter! and who better to use as a protagonist other than Ran-boo!? okay that was really cringey, but just please enjoy this)

Magic wasn't real. Or at least, 99.9% of the population thought it wasn't. It was just fiction, something that people used as a plot device, or a drawing prompt. In their minds, they were just about as real as dragons and mermaids — that was, they weren't.

For Ranboo, though, magic was real.

And when there's magic, you can bet that there was going to be at least some spirit summoning alongside it.

Ranboo was having a nice day. Most of the ghosts had headed away to visit their living families, leaving almost no one to bother him when he was researching on more spells and incantations.

That was, all but one particular ghost.

"Fuck off, Gerald!" Ranboo groaned, his spellbooks levitating in the air, and not from his magic. "Stop trying to steal my books!"

There was a short laughter that sounded like it was coming from nowhere (which, well, it technically was), before all his spellbooks fell to the whims of gravity.

Sighing, Ranboo knelt down to begin picking up his books one by one. As he did, his mind wandered.

He had hit 100k subscribers on YouTube today, and he was supposed to stream tomorrow in celebration. While most would be happy about an achievement like this, he only felt dread creeping up on him.

How long would it be before his secret would be exposed on stream?

While he was friends with all the ghosts, they didn't understand the difference between him recording a video and him on a stream. It was possible for them to suddenly pop up and ruin any chance he had at a normal life. They were his friends, true, but they were first and foremost malicious spirits, and that reflected in the things they pulled on him on the daily.

He knew all the ghosts personally. He had grown up with them, what with his father being dead and his mother having been more focused on expanding the borders of their house's magic protection and social climbing to bother taking care of him. And since they were a evocation magic-focused family, his mother usually summoned ghosts and spirits to take care of him. As if leaving a bunch of potentially malicious spirits with him weren't bad enough, she had also left demons with him, on occasions where she thought she would be in trouble and had to dip for a while.

Ranboo had gotten lucky in the fact that the creatures she summoned seemed to share the same incredulity as him about the fact that someone would be so careless with their own child, and took care of him enough to replace his mother.

But when a child spent more time with the supernatural than the mortal, they tended to change.

Everyone in his family, as far as he could tell, had brown hair and brown eyes. Simple, enough for them to blend in with society.

Ranboo's hair, however, had slowly turned into the same white/black split he used for his Minecraft skin, and his eyes had turned into a red/green split like his Minecraft skin as well. It was only due to some glamour magic that he had managed to keep them brown, and not even his mother suspected a thing. Then again, she never spent enough time with him to think otherwise.

His hands were also semi-incorporeal, due to all the time he'd spent with the ghosts. That was where the gloves came in; they helped bind his hands to the mortal world. They also helped to mimic the feeling of an actual hand.

And those were just the physical changes. There were far more, but before Ranboo could go down that particular train of thought, there was a loud crash.

He hastily put the books on the table, only to nearly scream as he spotted the shattered pieces of a glass bottle.

"God fucking damnit— GERALD!"

The ghosts may be friendly, but they were also fucking annoying. And unfortunately, Ranboo wouldn't trade them for anything in the world.

(A/N: okay, this might be slightly weird & long, but like, is writing about omegaverse in this fandom like,,,, acceptable? i'm asking bc i kinda wanna write about it, but like without any smut or anything. i wanna write about omegaverse in this fandom because:
1) i get to describe scents and stuff
2) pack bonding pack bonding pack bonding-
3) character study?? kinda?? like if we're taking the omegaverse stereotypes about omegas into play here it could lead to some really good introspective work
anyways I'm not gonna write anything for it unless i get confirmation that it's allowed, bc i don't wanna break some sort of unspoken rule. once again, i am reminding y'all that i'm not asking this bc i wanna write smut, we don't do smut in here.)