Ranboo & Me
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Thread Topic: Ranboo & Me
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"Ding and Tray should come with us just to be safe. Actually everyone should come. So we can have backup if Techno tries to hurt us."
Tracer whined loudly. "But what about the child?"
Tubbo sighed. "Yeah, we can't leave him here alone!!!"
Dingoe whined as Gold mentioned Technoblade. Fear made his hands start shaking and he bit his lip to keep from sobbing. -
Tommy rose from his spot next to Wilbur and walked over to Dingoe and carefully took his hand in his. "You've got this, it's okay I promise."
Wilbur smiled proudly at Tommy. He'd never noticed how much he'd changed since getting revived. He understood people more and tried his best to provide for them first. Wil looked away from his younger brother before getting too emotional. "Well, who's not required to go to this banquet?"
Ranboo fried the potatoes, and turned to grab more oil, but forgot for a split second what he was doing. He froze in place, trying his best to remember. He hated when this happened. -
Dingoe whimpered, squeezing Tommy's hand. Even though Tommy was at least a foot shorter than him, this kid calmed him. "Yo-you sure?" He stuttered, laying his ears back.
Lem pulled the letter out of xeir pocket. Xey read it quickly, scanning over the names. "All of us. At least everyone who we trust. Actually, even Phil and Nicki are on here!!! No one's going to be able to skip out. We all need to go."
Tubbo tapped Ranboo's hand. "You okay?" -
"Yeah, I'm one hundred percent positive," Tommy said to Dingoe. "I believe in you." He looked the hybrid in his eyes and smiled.
Ranboo started down at Tubbo and blinked a couple of times. "I-I can't remember- I-"
Wilbur glanced over at Lemon. "All of us!? Our dad too!?" His eyes widened in shock.
Micheal jumped down from Tubbo's arms and sprinted out of the kitchen. -
Dingoe sighed. "I understand. Thank you, Tommy I was just scared."
Tubbo frowned. "What can you remember?" He asked nervously.
Lem nodded. "Everyone, Bur. Sorry."
Tracer followed Michael, humming quietly as he thought about his childhood. -
"W-What I was doing..." He closed his eyes, trying to remember on his own. "What was- What was I doing?" He asked in defeat.
Wilbur at with a blank expression for a moment. "W-Wow."
Micheal ran into his room, searching for his blocks. He was just planning to build by himself, but he turned and saw Tracer. He gasped and clapped his hands happily. "H-Hello!"
Tommy carefully enveloped Dingoe in a gentle and loose hug, enough to comfort him, but not enough to startle him. -
Tubbo bit his lip. "Cooking. See? You were cooking for us. Remember?" He prayed that Ranboo would remember and everything would be okay.
"Hu-huh?? Wha-what??" Dingoe asked, his emotions confusing the hell out of him.
"Hey kid. Want me to play with you??" Tracer asked, sitting on the floor. -
"I've got you, we've all got you, no matter what," Tommy whispered before letting go and sitting by Wilbur again.
"YEAH-" Micheal yelled excitedly. He dumped out a couple of containers of blocks almost as tall as he was.
Ranboo shook his head and glanced down at the food, sighing in relief. "Oh, okay. I think I remember." He said carefully. "Yeah."
Wilbur glanced over at Lemon and Gold. "What now?" He asked. The question was simple enough, but the answer was seemingly inaccessible. -
Dingoe flicked his ears back, starting to smile. He nodded at Tommy before looking at the surprised fiances in the doorway. "What? Did you really think my emotions were that dead?"
Gold didn't register anything that happened until Dingoe asked him a question. " Oh god, no!!! But you never let anyone touch you except for me and Trace."
Lem nodded in agreement, too shocked to speak.
Tracer laughed. "How about we play with these?" He asked, creating blocks of ink, different colors and shapes.
Tubbo breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God he remembered!!!!
Gold sighed, shaking his head. "What to do? Umm, let me call Bad. Maybe he can help." -
"Well, I'm special," Tommy said sarcastically. He grinned at Dingoe and then decided to go see what Ranboo was doing.
"That could help...I don't know if he's busy or not." Wilbur said hesitantly.
Ranboo smiled over at Tubbo and then went back to cooking. He found the seasonings and oil and the entire house started to fill with the smell. Which, truth be told, wasn't bad at all.
"Yay!" Micheal said excitedly. He loved the ink. -
Dingoe nodded, moving towards the door. "I'll go find Trace. You need me, child, I'm with him." He said, touching Gold's shoulder. The younger boy nodded.
"I'm gonna call Bad." The golden eyes boy said, walking to the side of Wilbur's bed.
Bad groaned, pushing Skeppy off of him. "I gotta get my phone, Zak, someone's calling." He said as the diamond boy started complaining. He got up, grabbed hiss phone of the counter and siting back down. He gasped as he read the contact. "Oh my gosh! It's Gold!!" He exclaimed, putting the phone on speaker when he answered it.
Tracer started laughing. "Here. Let me help." With a smile, he grabbed a block and put it on top of another, starting to build a castle. -
(WHO'S SKEPPY!?!?!?!)
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(Idk if we ever figured it out. U IG. If it's not too much)
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(It's not gonna be the best, but I've got it.)
Tommy turned and walked down the long hallway to the kitchen. "Why do you two have to have a mansion!?" He called, more so to Ranboo.
Micheal happily started helping with the tower. "This i-is fun!" He said.
"Because people like you drop in unexpectedly!" Ranboo called back, and then glanced down and laughed because Tubbo couldn't hear the other end of the conversation.
"GOLD!?" Skeppy asked excitedly. He curled up next to Bad and looked hopefully at the phone. -
"I've got Bad, Lem. Hey, Bad. Lemme guess, Skep's there with you?" Gold grinned, deciding to hit the video chat button because 1 he was bored and 2 he wanted to see Bad's face.
Bad accept the video call, holding the phone out so Skeppy was in the frame. "Hey, Gold. How've things been for you? It's been quite a while."
Tracer laughed, his ears catching a sound behind him. He didn't have time to turn around before arms slipped around him and someone was kissing his cheek.
"Hey, love." Dingoe whispered in Tracer's war. "I'm bored and wanna chill with you, mate. Can we?"
Tubbo looked up at his husband in confusion. "What?"
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