Ranboo & Me
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Thread Topic: Ranboo & Me
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Dingoe whined, flicking his ears forward
"Is he okay?"
Tracer tappinbthe damage. 'I feel so ha.ABPUTBNOTSHARING. -
The dog messes that up. It's supposed to be I dunno what it's supposed to be
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(I've got no idea what that means)
Tommy didn't both waiting for anyone else as he raced out of the room and down the hallway into the room Wil was in. "Wilbur!?"
"Tommy?" Wil mumbled in confusion. "What happened? Where are we?" -
(that last part was rlthe dog)
Dingoe followed Tommy, with the others following after him. Dingoe stopped at the doorway, looking on hesitantly.
Tubbo smiled. "Hey, Wilbur!!!" -
(it's okay lol)
Tommy rushed forward and hugged Wilbut. "Thank god you're okay Wil. We're at Tubbo and Ranboo's house."
"Wait why- oh- Holy s*** I remember," Wilbur said while he hugged Tommy back. "Are you okay? Let me see what Techno did."
Ranboo smiled in relief and teleported to the kitchen because he remembered that Dingoe, Tracer, and Wil most likely hadn't eaten anything. -
Dingoe walked in, smiling. "I think we've met before. Very briefly. I'm Dingoe, Gold's friend."
Tubbo turned and followed Ranboo. "Love, what are you doing?"
Tracer hovered near Tubbo, especially since he still has Michael. "I'm really sorry about your floor!!!" -
"Yeah, I believe so," Wilbur said and returned the smile. He let go of Tommy and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. "So what exactly brought EVERYONE here?"
Tommy chuckled as sat down beside Wil, just beaming because his brother was okay.
"I'm in the kitchen making food, because not only am I hungry, but everyone else has to be. Wil, Dingoe, and Tracer haven't had anything at all. I feel bad." Ranboo replied. -
(I think I said it before but Dingoe has an Australian accent)
Dingoe shrugged. "I was told I was needed here for something. So me and Tracer are here. I don't know why the others are here."
Lem chuckled. "I brought a letter from Techno himself. Which I delivered to them."
Gold laughed. "And we all know why you two are here!!!!"
Tracer shifted Michael up, trying to find a better position to hold him in. He frowned looking at the ink burns on the floor. -
"Oh, well, um-" Wilbur didn't know quite what to say.
"We've got a lot of s*** to figure out?" Tommy finished for him.
Ranboo searched through the fridge for something. He found leftover soup, but giving guests leftovers felt wrong. So he grabbed potatoes and started cutting them, figuring he'd make french fries. -
Dingoe hummed quietly, twitching his ears back. "What should we do exactly?"
Tubbo notices Tracer and Michael, walking over to them. He took Michael from Tracer, smiling at the ink god. Tracer flashed a smile, tapping Michael on the nose. -
"He really likes you Tracer," Ranboo said happily as he applied heat to a pan.
"I want to just not go to Schlatt's party, but I don't think we have a bloody choice," Wilbur stated angrily.
Tommy nodded in agreement.
Micheal grabbed Tracer's hand and smiled -
"Me and Lem gotta. Xey promised Quackers we'd go. And we don't break our promises." Gold said.
"Do we have to?" Dingoe asked, turning to Lem.
Lem nodded. "You're on the guest list. You don't need to come though."
Tracer laughed. "Hey, kid!!! You wanna be friends?" -
"What if you stay here with Micheal?" Ranboo yelled from the other room. With the cat ears, he could hear everything. "That way, we don't have to risk his life by taking him."
Tommy rolled his eyes. "Thanks, cat boy!" He yelled back. He knew Tubbo called him that to p*** him off, so he did as well.
Wilbur just laughed -
"Wait, wait, wait!!!!!!! What if I stay with the child??? I like the kid! He like me back!" Tracer called.
Lem shrugged. "I don't care what you do, Tray. Ask Dingoe though."
Tubbo smiled. "Let's leave him with Michael, babe." -
"Gold, any ideas?" Tommy asked as he turned to the man he now considered a friend.
Wilbur just continued laughing, the absurdity of it all was getting to him.
Ranboo chuckled and nodded.
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