Ranboo & Me
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Thread Topic: Ranboo & Me
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(Bro I was gonna have Dream do thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat)
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Dream paced in his home, he'd been lost in his own thoughts for hours.LOCKED in his OWN PALACE!? That's f***ed
Wilbur stood by George's side protectively. -
(have Dream do it the next night or something. That'd be cool.)
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George shuddered, grabbing Wilbur and hugging him tight.
Dingoe pushed the window open to see a small boy recoil, almost falling off the window sill. "Well, hello. Come inside. I'll need to know why your here and check you for weapons."
Tracer shrugged, flipping inside the room. "I'm Tracer. I heard from someone. Actually him." He pointed to Wilbur and glanced at the prince. "That the prince was locked in here and I wanted to know why. So I came to check up on the truth. Are you really locked in?" The smaller boy addresses the prince, shaking his head, showing that he was a hybrid. He noticed that the boy who told him to come in was a hybrid and figured he'd be fine. -
Dream grabbed ink and paper and started mapping out what he knew of the castle. Which was surprisingly a lot. He figured that Tracer kid was already at the Palace. Common sense.
William hugged George back. "You heard from me!?" He asked in shock. -
Tracer smirked. "You told a shopkeeper or someone that you knew that the prince wasn't allowed out of his room. I have excellent hearing. I was watching that marketplace for someone else I know."
Dingoe watched the boy in shock. "Do you know our names? Other than the prince's, which is no secret?"
George noticed that the kid had a sense of dignity around him, even though he was clearly living on the streets. But there was something in his eyes that said he wanted better. -
Wilbur stepped away from George and walked over to the kid. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance. If you didn't know already, My name is William." He held out his hand for Tracer to shake.
Dream wore himself out and laid down. He stared up at the sky. -
Tracer smiled. "I knew. You go by Wilbur or Wil. I watch people who I'm interested in." He said, shaking Wil's hand. " And you're Dingoe, the war advisor's son. I'm Tracer. At least, that's what people call me." He bowed to the prince smiling as he tossed gold coins to all three boys.
Dingoe stared at the kid in shock. "Wow. Okay. Umm, Tracer, cool." He was too shocked to think straight.
George smiled, catching the coin. "You seem nice. Where are your parents?" -
Wilbur laughed. He had taken to this kid. He was smart, fast, and funny. They were going to get along.
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Tracer stopped laughing and smiling. "Uh, I don't have any. They died." He said quietly.
George gasped. "I'm sorry. I know how you feel. I just lost my father."
Dingoe nodded. "My mother's dead. I never knew her." -
Wilbur nodded.
(I'm braindead for this one man. Idk what to do now) -
(I got an idea. But we need to ts and get Dream there. So he can meet George face to face )
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(alright. But like can we take a break from this one for a little bit? The other I've got under control, but I'm like out of it here)
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(Yeah. We can. No pressure, Wilby)
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( :-) )
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