Ranboo & Me
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Thread Topic: Ranboo & Me
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"They're two separate beings, in a way. Dream is a representation of XD. Dream got a hold of the book and brought me back. Wil too. I still don't know why."
Micheal smiled and put some of Tracer's ink on his hands. "Awesome!" He exclaimed. "So cool!"
Ranboo, instead of walking, teleported out of the room with Tubbo and into the living room. "What'd we miss?" -
Tracer grinned, forming a ball of ink in his hands. He motioned for Michael to stand by the fridge, then threw the ball to him. "Let's play catch!!!"
Lemon chuckled. "Not much. Wilbur's out, and Tracer just bonded with my nephew."
Gold frowned. "That makes me hate Dream more. Almost more than Techno."
Tubbo frowned at Tracer. "Won't that hurt him, Tracer?" -
Ranboo's eyes widened. "Oh my god- He's immune, isn't he!?" He asked in excitement.
Tommy nodded and started to leave the room. "There's more to this story. We just haven't figured it out yet." -
eyo who let the dream stans on here
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(Respectfully, This is just mine and Techn0blade's rp, please leave. :-( )
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Tracer laughed, nodding. "Watch this!" He formed a large ball of ink and threw it Michael. The ink covered the small hybrid. But he didn't die.
Tubbo gasped. "How???? Isn't that toxic??"
"Piglin. Maybe an immunity." Lem said, shrugging. "It's definitely not the Ender, because I've been burned by his ink before."
Gold followed Tommy, gasping at the scene he saw. Michael covered in ink, Tracer playing with a ball of ink the size of a baseball, Dingoe snuggled into the corner, and Lem, Ranboo, and Tubbo staring at the scene. -
Micheal laughed excitedly and started playing with the ink that pooled around him.
"Yeah, that makes sense. That's so cool," Ranboo said while wrapping his arms around Tubbo.
Tommy just busted out laughing. "What the hell is happening!?" -
Tracer laughed, acting like a child. He joined Michael in playing in ink.
Lemon laughed, shaking xeir head. "You a child, again, Tray???"
Gold snorted. "It'll burn through the floor. Acidic, remember?"
Dingoe stayed close to the wall. The only thing he feared other than Technoblade was Tracer's ink. He would never admit that he was afraid of Techno, out loud at least.
Tubbo just stared, not even trying to understand. -
"Um, please don't burn the floor!" Ranboo said frantically. He pulled Tubbo close and looked down at him. "You okay?"
Micheal picked up ink and threw it in Tracer's face and yelled. "Snowball fight!"
Tommy noticed Dingoe in the corner and walked over carefully. "Hey- Hey bud are you okay?" -
Tubbo nodded. "Just confused. How did Michael get that immunity?"
Tracer flicked his hand up, stopping the ink before it hit his face. He started laughing, his shy deamenaor melting away as he started playfighting with Michael.
Dingoe snarled quietly as Tommy approached him, but made no other move. His blood red eyes flicked from Tommy to Tracer, then a terrifying flashback of being pinned under Technoblade in a fight popped into his brain. His breathing grew heavier and he whimpered. -
Micheal jumped up and did his best to tackle Tracer, but he was too small and ended up just sitting on his shoulders.
"Yeah, how is he immune?" Ranboo wondered as he ran a hand through Tubbo's hair.
Tommy carefully took a step closer and crouched down, as if he were approaching a scared and defensive animal. "Hey, everything's okay." He said softly. "What's wrong?" -
Tracer squealed as Michael found that he could pull on his ears to get a good reaction. "owowowoowowowo!!!!!! Stoooooop!!!!" Trace cried.
Tubbo shrugged. "It doesn't make sense."
Dingoe turned towards Tommy, inhaling deeply. "You won't hurt me. I can smell it. You want to help." -
Micheal laughed and stopped, but stayed on Tracer's shoulders.
"Lem, any idea?" Ranboo released Tubbo and turned to his sibling.
"Of course I do, King," Tommy said, now sitting with his back against the wall. "Talk to me." -
Tracer sat back, starting to laugh. "You have spirit, kid!!!"
"I already said it might be the piglin. But isn't Techno a piglin hybrid? And Tracer's able to hurt Techno. I don't know. Gold?" L sighed, looking over at xeir fiance.
Gold shrugged. "I dunno."
Dingoe whined, glancing at the ink on the floor. He whined louder, starting to shake. "I'm afraid of Tracer's ink. And being backed up like this makes me think of one time when Technoblade tried to kill me. I'm scared."
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