watching The Owl House on Disney plus and Raine is repeatedly referred to with he/him in the subtitles.
RAINE WHISPERS. A nonbinary character, with a trans-nonbinary VA (Avi Roque), who uses they/them pronouns and is referred to with such by other characters in the show, has their pronouns changed to he/him in the subtitles.
If my younger brothers can use the correct pronouns without batting an eye, why cant you Disney?
Ah, yes, back at it again with my bullshit. Do you like unsympathetic Patton? Do you just hate Patton in general? Do you like discord servers? Well, do I have a discord for you!! Come on down and join the I Wanna Bust Patton’s Knee Caps Club on discord, where we talk all about our favorite unsympathetic father figure figment and how much we hate him, ALONG with how much we HATE UwU Baby Virgil and RemRom (shippers), among other things! Have a blast headcanoning Patton and making new chaotic ass friends!! (This link never expires so it doesn’t matter WHEN you see it!)
***Again. Go away if you can’t appreciate gay romance, I’M GAY AND I WROTE THIS!!***
Genre: unpure angst[BIRTHDAY SPECIAL!]
Pairings:Jung Jaehyun x male!OC (his name is Kang Seo Min!)
WARNINGS: heavy cursing, anxiety, breakup & makeup, two very deep friendships almost end, prank gone VERY wrong, mentions of severe depression, in person ghosting, mentions of sex but no sex (WRITER IS A MINOR)
summary:Mark & Seomin pull a prank on Seomin’s unsuspecting boyfriend, Jaehyun. A harmless prank. Harmless.…Right?But the two boys don’t get the reaction they were hoping for– Jaehyun would laugh it off, knowing it was a prank. Or that’s what they hoped for…
DISCLAIMERS:All headers, story plot, story titles, dividers & everything else are MINE and COPYRIGHTED unless I EXPLICITLY state otherwise!
Before Min knew it, a sob of agony & suppressed rage ripped free of his chest. He slid down the wall & fell onto his knees, then his side, curling into fetal position & sobbing.
The next three weeks went by without a word, even a look, from Jaehyun. Min tried and tried and tried to get his attention, but he couldn’t. No matter what he did, Jaehyun was confident in his pursuition of rejection towards Min.
It broke Mark’s heart.
There was this little voice that resided nowadays in the back of Mark’s mind, constantly whispering self-insulting, degrading things to him. Some of these things were absurd, Mark knew those weren’t true, but some of them were starting to bug him.
It’s all your fault, Mark… they’re gonna break up now… it’s your fault! Mark screamed, dropping the empty pan he was holding — which fell to the counter & bounded onto the floor with two progressively louder crashes, prompting alarmed yells from what Taeil in the next room & what sounded like five or six of the other boys from other parts of the house — & sliding down the island wall onto the floor & sobbing into his knees, pulling himself closer to his chest.
Nevertheless, the voice in his head wouldn’t let up.
Seven years between Min & Jaehyun… seven years of unbroken, passionately requited love. And you ruined it. You ruined their whole lives.
This is your fault.
“Th-this- this- this isn’t m-my f-fault.. IT ISN’T MY FAULT!!” cried Mark. Doyoungran into the room, Johnny & three others hot on his tail.
“Mark!” yelled Johnny, “What’s — what happened?? Are you okay?” The last five words were said in unison, & raised panicking voices, by Haechan & Johnny. Mark shook his head best he could: his whole body was shaking with the racking sobs he’d been letting out for the past almost five minutes.
“T-The prank… It– it was my-my idea…” muttered Mark through sobs & whimpers, “A-And now — and now J-Jaehyun & Min are gonna- b-break up–”
To Mark’s added dismay, Jaehyun walked in right as he said it.
“No, Mark– No… You can’t blame yourself for this, you– wait…”
Jaehyun stopped, his brow furrowing.
“…the prank… was… your idea…??”
Mark nodded, heavily throwing his head back into his arms & groaning. Another sob fell from his chapped lips.
“So then… then… it wasn’t… his–fault…”
Mark hesitated before shaking his head. Jaehyun’s head fell toward his chest. He shook his head heavily before getting up & walking out of the kitchen.
He didn’t return to that room for weeks. Neither did Mark; he stayed in his & Yuta’s room, spending half the time crying into his friend’s chest. The other members of the other two groups Mark was in started getting closer in Mark’s absence, trying to make up for the emptiness that was whenever Mark wasn’t in the room to cheer them up. Taemin gradually began to hang out with the older Neo boys; Kai & Lucas got closer as well.
Jaehyun sobbed into the pillow he was hiding in; this was the beginning of the fifth week that he & Seomin had fallen apart. He was constantly in tears now, they both were, debating whether they should apologize while hoping against hope’s rivals that the other would come up first. But to the dismay of both boys, neither did.
Min stopped sleeping regularly, resorting instead to wine stolen from Taeil’s dorm to knock him out. That almost never worked though, and he was eventually dealing with fatigue & exhaustion on top of the stress, pain & loneliness. Min’s dancing skills slowly stopped showing; three weeks into the breakup he stopped coming in to practice at all.
The other boys couldn’t persuade nay of the three of them to come out of their rooms; Mark only came out once every few days and only when Yuta was with him. Jaehyun never left his room at all, & Seomin…
No one knew where Seomin was most of the time.
No one except Taeil… who wouldn’t tell anyone of the boy’s whereabouts.
Jaehyun curled into a ball under the blankets, whimpering & running his hand roughly & slowly down his face. He groaned & abruptly sat up in bed, grabbing the pillow from behind him & setting it in his lap, but not letting go. Instead, his grip on it became tighter, & he bit his lip violently, before initiating a kind of aggrivated slamming of his head into the pillow in an effort to make the memory of that mark on his lover’s chest go away.
But no matter how hard he tried, the effort came out flowing with vain.
He knew he would eventually have to stop being angry at Min; it wasn’t his fault after all. But no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t bring himself to walk onto the stage of forgiveness. Min hadn’t cheated though, it had all been a prank.
But Jaehyun was still hurt.
Min & Mark had pulled a trick on Jae that would never be forgiven, one that couldn’t be forgiven.
***Go away if you can’t appreciate gay romance, I’M GAY AND I WROTE THIS!!***
Genre: unpure angst[BIRTHDAY SPECIAL!]
Pairings:Jung Jaehyun x male!OC (his name is Kang Seo Min!)
WARNINGS: heavy cursing, anxiety, breakup & makeup, two very deep friendships almost end, prank gone VERY wrong, mentions of severe depression, in person ghosting, mentions of sex but no sex (WRITER IS A MINOR)
summary:Mark & Seomin pull a prank on Seomin’s unsuspecting boyfriend, Jaehyun. A harmless prank. Harmless. …Right? But the two boys don’t get the reaction they were hoping for– Jaehyun would laugh it off, knowing it was a prank. Or that’s what they hoped for…
DISCLAIMERS: ~~All headers, story plot, story titles, dividers & everything else are MINE and COPYRIGHTED unless I EXPLICITLY state otherwise! ~~I got the idea for this fic from a Taeyong x male reader fic that was thrown my way a few days ago where Haechan & reader pranked Taeyong with makeup-hickeys, but I can’t remember who wrote it, so if you, the author of that fic, are reading this, thank you for the inspiration! That story was amazing— …up until the unsuspecting smut that my half awake ass skipped past–
A/N: I’m sorry this was so depressing… Anyone who reads this, I hope you like it; it was difficult to write and made me cry like fifty fucking times… ***I TWEAKED A LINE OF HARRY POTTER & THE PRISONER OF AZKABAN THO!!! Try & find it~~
Turn the page & start the story~~
Jaehyun’s eyes went wide at the sight before him before settling on a dark, piercing glare. The mark on Min’s chest was visible enough that even Johnny, who was ten feet behind Jaehyun, stopped to look at it when Jaehyun was no longer paying attention to the game.
“…Is that a hickey? Did you make that?” said Johnny, walking up next to his best friend.
“No, I did not.” Jaehyun’s voice was laced & dripping with anger, confusion, suspicion, venom & a well-hidden hurt that still didn’t go unnoticed by Johnny.
Johnny took hold of Jaehyun’s shoulder, a soft massaging motion coming from his hand in an attempt to keep Jaehyun calm. After a while, Jaehyun broke out of his trance & took a deep breath before walking over to Seomin. Min had his phone in his hand; he was scrolling half-attentively through twitter, & Jaehyun took another deep breath before grabbing Min’s wrist, pulling the phone out of his view.
This motion broke Seomin, too, out of a trance, & he looked up at Jaehyun, blinking with an obvious confusion in his eyes. The glare that met his ice-blue irises, the venomous earth-brown daggers he’d seen given to others time and time again before, was piercing into his soul; Seomin melted under its power. He’d never felt so scared, so worried he’d done something wrong.
After all…
Kang Seomin had never pissed Jaehyun off before.
“Wh–What’s wrong, babe?” Min hadn’t meant it to come out shaky, Jaehyun knew he hadn’t– Min was the softest, sweetest of beans. But it did, and in any other situation Jaehyun would’ve crumbled under the haphazardly hidden terror in his eyes.
It took Jaehyun a minute to get his shit together enough to answer, but when he did…
The venom in his tone was unknown to the most deadly of creatures on the earth.
“What the fuck is that on your chest?”
When you didn’t answer, Jaehyun turned away briefly, trying to hide the twitching & convulsing of the muscles above the right side of his mouth & underneath his right eye.
When he turned back around to face his boyfriend, Min was gone. Jaehyun had a brief glimpse of Min’s form tearing towards the beach house as if he were being chased by a demon before his feet were taking him on a chase after his lover… as if he was the demon Min was running from.
A/N: Please read further at your own discretion: the fight that is about to happen made even me cry.
“That hickey isn’t mine, I know it’s not! WE HAVEN’T FUCKED IN WEEKS!!”
“Jae, please, l-let me explain–”
“NO, I don’t need to hear your explanation to know where that mark came from! Who gave it to you??”
Min’s eyes went wider than they already had been; his breath hitched in his chest & his heart began to pound in his throat.
“…M-Mark…” he whimpered, covering his face with his hands & turning away to hide the tears running down his face.
Jaehyun had been trying to control himself, he really had, but as soon as the name came out of the other man’s mouth, Jaehyun’s vision went red. Before he’d registered that his body was moving, he found himself with his palms flat against the wall of the beach house, his shaking boyfriend pinned to the wall with no escape if Jaehyun lost control.
“…Mark…”Jaehyun scoffed & tutted. “Are you cheating on me? Are you fucking my friend?” When Seomin bit his lip & squeezed his biceps with trembling hands instead of answering, Jaehyun grabbed his chin. Not in the good way either, not in that soft yet firm fashion he always did when they made love. No, this was different. There was a fire in Jaehyun’s eyes that burned tauntingly at Seomin, as if daring him to fight back.
But Min couldn’t do it.
All he could do was close his eyes tight, his heart sinking into his stomach, too weak to dare looking at his boyfriend.
“Answer me, Min. Are you cheating on me? With my best friend?”
“N-no, Jaehyun, please I swear that’s not what happened, I–”
Seomin wanted to throw himself into the other man’s chest, throw his arms around Jaehyun & cry into his chest; he knew that Jaehyun would always comfort him when he cried, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t bring himself to move, not even a muscle. Under Jung Jaehyun’s terror-inducing, stabbing gaze… who would?
Jaehyun only just realized he was shaking madly, akin to a rabid dog ready to pounce. He took in multiple almost uncomfortably deep breaths, trying to calm himself before he said something to his boyfriend that he couldn’t fix. But a reckless rage had come over Jaehyun, something he couldn’t fight back. He aggressively pushed himself away from the wall, away from Min, & backed away.
“Tsh… I see how it is.”
And Jaehyun turned on his heel & swept up the stairs in a storm of rage, slamming his bedroom door shut so hard that a flock of birds could be heard fleeing, & the wall was still quivering seconds after it’d been closed.
the best part about getting into the dream smp is that i finally have more than just john mulaney for my response to those “name three men you’d feel completely safe around” posts
Note: My (blue haired person) pronouns are they/them. Indy’s (short haired dude) are he/him. Any misgendering will have you blocked in a heartbeat and I will feel no remorse.
why did we ever stop writing Like That, like now it’s all “he looked at her with longing” like!!! what happened to “he gazed at her, pain in his eyes, heart twisting with every beat, and felt that if she did not look back he might never truly know happiness again” WHY DO WE WRITE IN NORMAL LENGTH SENTENCES NOW!!! BRING BACK PARAGRAPH LONG SENTENCES! BRING BACK THE UNINTELLIGIBLE!!! MAKE OSCAR WILDE PROUD BITCH!!!!!
anyway make ur writing so complicated and lavish that i have to spend a week working out what one sentence means please xoxo
Please don’t, my ADHD already makes reading a challenge
The video begins with a close up of the person filming’s face staring into the camera. They’re wearing white iris contacts with black pupils, a black fake moustache, and a brown wig cut sharply into a male haircut. They begin by saying:
“Some people were telling me that some of my cosplays aren’t accurate, and you know I have almost got a million followers on this app (tiktok), so I just wanted to make sure that I’m providing you with all the content that you so crave. So I’ve done extensive research, and really put together an outfit that I think is cannon, and that I think you guys will really appreciate.”
The video quickly cuts off their voice and switches to two pictures of Mario, from the Mario Oddessy game, in which he’s wearing a white wedding dress and veil while posing dramatically.
It then switches once more to a broader shot of the person in a similar dress and veil, with noticeable fake chest hair, striking a pose. After posing for a brief moment, they fluff the dress with their hands and begin speaking to the camera again:
“Can you get more cannon?”
It then switches frames again to an even broader shot of the person from farther away in the room before they speak again:
“Do I look f*king fire?? I’m gonna wear this and I’m gonna kick bowser right in the d**k!”
They then end the video by mimicking Mario’s voice and saying “Here we go!” Before shrugging passive aggressively.
/ End Video ID /
Hey!! I did want to note in the video that they were passive aggressive in their speech as well but I didn’t know if I should include tone indicators or if adding stuff like that would ruin the joke or be overly descriptive if you get what I mean? I’m probably overthinking it and will probably add tone indicators or figure out a way to describe that they’re being sarcastic I guess? If anyone has any tips feel free to let me know I’m 100% still feeling this out.
Like for example, when the person says ‘can you get more canon?’ Or ‘so I’ve done extensive research’ etc were supposed to be sarcasm but I know there are people who rely on tone indicators so I’ll have to see if maybe I can include (/s) or “they sarcastically said x” for example to spruce it up? I’m probably also answering my own questions, whoops.
!TW! storms, yelling, cursing, mentions of injury !TW!
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Y/n’s POV
It was rather stormy when I awoke, huh still night, I think looking at the clock which says 4:00. It has been about three weeks since Dream and I had first met. Despite, what I thought, was a pleasant first meeting he still seemed closed off to the idea of meeting other people. We had only one other conversation, besides ‘hello’ and 'how are you?’, Amara had escaped again and gotten into his backyard again.
CRACK! I jump at the sound of thunder striking. “I know right, it’s very scary,” I whisper to Ama, who is less bothered by the thunder than I am. Ama jumps off of the bed and spins in a circle, staring at me expectantly. “All right I will let you out,” I say with a sigh. “But not for long, it sounds bad out there,” I mumble standing up. I grab my blanket and wrap it around me before waddling to the backdoor, Ama trotting next to me. “Please hurry,” I shout at Ama over the wind, as she rushes outside. I go into the kitchen to grab something to drink, after realizing how parched I am. Grabbing the glass of water and quickly gulping it down. Setting the glass onto the count with a clink, thunder strikes. I jump slightly, walking back over to the back door realizing that Ama should be done by now. The door pushes back at me, the wind making it hard to keep open. “Ama! Come on girl!” I shout looking for her in the dark.
BANG! thunder strikes again, still not seeing Ama I start to get worried. “AMA! WHERE ARE YOU!” not caring, I drop the blanket and rush outside, not bothering with anything but a flashlight. I scan the yard not seeing her, but… there is a hole in the fence. My breathing is speeding up realizing she could get hurt in the storm right now. I run at the fence and jump over it, my leg getting cut by the broken wood. Adrenaline running through me I rushed to follow her footsteps that had been left in the mud. I start sprinting my legs moving faster than I could have ever thought. Ama had always been with me even when I was a kid. She is old and fragile. Before she was a service dog for me as a child. Hell, she cared for me before my parents did. I rush through the mud, my feet being scraped by loose rocks. I am bleeding somewhere and my leg is throbbing with warmth, most likely the blood. I see that her footprints are covered by a fallen tree. “AMA! WHERE ARE YOU GIRL! PLEASE!” I shout my voice gravelly and cracking. I hear a faint bark, whipping my head in the direction of running over there. I see Ama there her leg is caught under the tree. “AMA!” I say kneeling, “what happened girl-” CRASH! Another tree falls near us. The tornado siren starts sounding off. “Come on!” I yell shoving my hands under the tree trying to move it off of her. It gives slightly and Ama starts whining, “it’s ok you will be fine soon, just hang in there girl,” I finally get the tree off. Hoisting her over my shoulder I start in the direction of my house, SNAP! The tree in front of us falls it gets my leg, “FUCK!” I scream the pain shooting through me.
“HELLO IS ANYONE THERE!” I hear someone shout. It sounds familiar though it’s hard to hear. My hair is whipping into my face now wet from the rain.
“OVER HERE… please” I whisper the last part, trying to tug my leg from the tree. I see someone approach me. It looks like Dream, oh it is him. I’m tired but Ama needs help.
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Dream’s POV
“Oh Gods,” I say to myself, seeing heron the ground, blood covering her leg and arm. I move quickly over to the tree and throw it off of her. She lets out a pained cry. Her leg doesn’t look broken, fortunately. Picking her up, cradling her head near my shoulder I make sure her dog is following us. I scramble back to my home. I open the door, Ama I think it was, limps in, and lays down on the floor. I bring her into the bathroom and lay her in the bathtub getting the water started. I delicately spray her leg and arms. Getting off all of the blood.
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Y/n’s POV
I am barely conscious but the stinging on my leg wakes me up, I jolt a little.
“Hey, are you awake?” Looking at the voice I see Dream he is soaked as well. So he was the one to save me.
“Is Ama ok,” I mumble.
“Yes, she is just in the other room. Do you think you can take a shower and change so I can check out your injuries without intruding?” He says, I nod my head. “Ok there are spare clothes in the closet, just take some, I will be just outside the door if you need me.” He says standing up and grabbing some bandages I could only assume we’re for Ama while I was in here.
Once he leaves I hoist myself onto my feet and limp up to the showerhead fixing it back onto the stand. It sprays over me and I close the curtain. I grab some soap and clean all the cuts I find. Hissing once I clean my leg, it feels like it’s on fire. I smell the soap, it smells like him, no I have only met him a couple of times don’t be weird Y/n. I think slapping my cheeks which are heating up. I set the soap down and turn the shower off. As I step out I limp over to the closet he mentioned earlier. I grab a white shirt and black sweatpants. Carefully changing into them, after drying off. Proceeding out into the rest of his house low and behold there he is waiting for me on his couch, it looks like Ama is sleeping on the carpet and bandaged. Dream is in a change of clothes despite his hair still being wet.
“Are you feeling better,” he questions me.
“Yes, thank you Dream,”
“Of course, though I don’t mind if you call me Clay if I get to know your name. I don’t believe I got it before,” he says, grabbing the first aid kit.
“The name is Y/n, Clay,” I say, chuckling to myself realizing I hadnever given him my name.
“As much as I know you don’t want to, I need to bandage your leg. It was looking pretty banged up due to the tree.” I looked down, at the now covered leg, which was starting to hurt more as the adrenaline was wearing off.
“Yes yes, here,” I say, trying to suck it up, setting my leg on the table. He gently rolls up the too-large pant leg. I feel him start to put a cream or something on it, clenching my fist at the pain. My heart is beating out of my chest when he starts to wrap it with gauze. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.
“Are you all right?” Clay asks me. I stiffly nod, trying not to focus on the pain. My eyes close tightly.
“Do you think I could stay here until the storm subsides,” I question, sleep creeping into my voice.
“Of course! Would you like to sleep in the spare room?”
“Yes! That would be lovely. Thank you again,” I say, feeling my eyes starting to droop.
“This way,” Clay says, standing and helping me up. We walk down the hallway still holding hands. His hands are warm, dry but warm. “Here we are,” he opens the door and I throw myself onto the bed. I instantly fall asleep.
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Thank you for reading and thank you for waiting! Hope you enjoy it! (:
!TW! Freezing, mentions of harm, mentions of violence, trauma, dying, almost deaths, cursing !TW!
Got this done faster then anticipated check out my last post if you wanna make any inferences on what happened (:
Ranboo’s POV
It was a normal day for Ranboo, he had done some mining earlier that day, but something still just felt… wrong. He couldn’t put his finger on it. As he heads his way home he sees Tommy in the distance.
“Hey Tommy, what are you doing out in the cold!” I shout jogging at him. There is going to be a snowstorm later, I don’t want Tommy to be caught in it, that would be very dangerous and I wouldn’t be a good friend if I abandoned him.
Turning around I gasp, his lips are purple and his nose is almost black with frostbite, “S-sorry Ranb-boo I g-got an l-little lost-t.” He stutters out.
“Oh my come in, you need to warm up,” I say, picking Tommy up as he starts to go limp. I will have to talk to Tubbo about this later. Rushing towards the house, I quickly open the door and set Tommy on the couch next to the fireplace. Running around trying to find warm things and lighters. Finally finding a match, I light the fireplace. Running upstairs to get some blankets, I find them and scramble back downstairs. I make sure Tommy is comfortable, I feel bad. Everyone is living lavish lives and the youngest of us all is out here dying alone. Getting the blankets around Tommy and the fire roaring as hot as I could make it, I start to boil some water for hot chocolate when he wakes up. Hearing a clicking of paws behind me I look around.
“Papa, why are you running around?” I hear my son ask.
“Well a dear friend of mine is in trouble right now and I needed things to help him.” I try to explain without my voice shaking too much.
“Where is dad?” Michael asks. Looking around I realize Tubbo should’ve been home by this point.
“I’m not sure, would you like to look for him?” I say, not thinking straight, rushing to make sure Tommy doesn’t die.
“Ok bye bye Papa.”
“Bye sweety,” I say, grabbing some more blankets.
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Michaels POV
Papa seemed busy, but he did say I could look for Dad. Looking through Papa and Dad’s room I don’t see anything. Oh, what is that? I grab it. It’s pretty I will show Papa later. Grabbing my stuffed cow Uncle Tommy gave me I wandered around trying to find Dad. I make it to the basement. Papa and Dad always said not to go down here… but Dad also said I could find Papa. Climbing down the latter I make it to the basement. Looking around the rows of chests I see Papa, he is on the ground. Oh well, I’m tired, maybe he was just tired too. Snuggling up with Papa’s arm over me I fall asleep.
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3rd Person POV
When Tommy is in a stable condition Ranboo is looking around for Michael.
“Michael?” He says, looking around the house. He said he was going to find Tubbo where could he have gone, right as he thinks this he notices the open trapdoor to the basement. Furrowing his eyebrows he goes down the latter, “Michael?” He calls again. Peeking around the row of chests he sees Micheal with Tubbo on the ground. Panic strikes his heart when he sees that Tubbo is looking the same way Tommy was when Ranboo found him. Rushing to the pair he checks Tubbo’s pulse. It is weak but there. Picking up both Tubbo and Michael, he scrambles up the ladder. Getting to Ranboo and Tubbo’s room he sets Tubbo down gently, scooping Michael out of Tubbo’s reach he thinks to himself, how did this even happen? It’s not cold in the basement, how could Tubbo have almost died. And the same way Tommy almost did, seems too much of a coincidence. Getting the heating blanket out and resting it on Tubbo. He runs to set Michael in his room. Grabbing Tommy on the way back, he sets Tommy on the bed with Tubbo. Getting them as warm as possible, he pulls out his communicator. Dialing Techno and Phil.
“Hello,” Techno says.
“Hey mate what’s up.” Phil chimes in
“Something is happening and I don’t know what I need your help please as fast as you can!” I speak in a hushed rush, afraid to wake the boys.
“Woah slow down mate, what’s happening?!” Phil says concerned for the monochromatic man.
“Please just hurry,” Ranboo says, dropping the communicator to the floor, and rushing back to Tommy and Tubbo. Their condition is getting better… I think?
Over with Phil and Techno who are both equally confused and worried, already on their way over.
Making it to the young couple’s house, they knock furiously on the door.
“Shhh, come in hurry,” Ranboo says, opening the door.
The two look at each other briefly before walking in.
“This way,” Ranboo says, motioning towards his shared bedroom. The others gasp at the sight. Both boys laid on the bed noses black at this point but slowly turning purple. A good sign?
“What happened,” Phil says, concerned about the boys who were like his family.
“I found Tommy wandering outside, he didn’t even have anything protecting him from the cold. And when I thought Tommy was stable I went to look for Michael who was looking for Tubbo when I wasn’t watching. Tubbo was passed out on the ground in the basement.” He explains, grabbing more logs for the fireplace.
“How did this even happen? They would’ve found help before it got too bad!” Phil says exasperated.
“Yes Tommy may be dumb but not stupid,” Techno adds, equally confused. I taught him how to survive when he was younger he couldn’t have forgotten.
“I’m not sure everything should’ve been fine. I’m not sure what’s happened. I just need your help for now, until we can figure this out.
"Of course, I will call up Niki because she is better at taking care of people. Techno, you make sure they don’t die. Ranboo, rest a little we don’t want anything happening to you.” Ranboo nodding his head goes to Michael’s room to rest with his son, after being so stressed. Techno sets his cape on the ground, bringing a chair over at the end of the bed. Watching over them closely, every flinch of Tubbo’s ram ears to the flick of Tommy’s fluffy raccoon tail. Phil left for the porch, calls up Niki.
“Niki? Are you here?” Phil asks, his frozen breath escaping his mouth as he talks.
“Yes, is there something the matter Phil?” Niki replies, her voice hinted with worry.
“You know things about the creatures of the SMP… right?”
“Yes… do you need me to look at something?” She hesitantly asks.
“Something happened to Tommy and Tubbo. I think you should take a look. We are at Ranboo and Tubbo’s house?"
Phil hears shuffling from the other line and hears. "On my way.” Coming from Niki.
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Y/n’s POV
Floating overhead I see Dream make his way to the egg and Niki to the cabin.
“Good, When there’s no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth, and here I am. Soon I will make everything better.”
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