Ranboo One Shots (Ft. Philza and Technoblade)

Ranboo is sick and touch starved and straight up not having a good time

A/N: let's all hold hands and eat snacks together. :D
CW: sickness (no vomit), neglecting self care, uhhh just being generally touch starved.

Ranboo was tired. His eyelids felt heavy, and his limbs felt like lead. He just wanted to curl into a ball and fall asleep.

There really was nothing preventing him from doing that, besides the fact that he was proving to the syndicate that he could be an asset. Ranboo never saw Phil or Techno take sick days. They just got up every day, did their chores, and then work on a project, without falter. Their work ethic was terrifying.

Ranboo knew that he could be a handful sometimes. His dodgy memory was the cause of many issues and his enderwalk state was not to be trusted. He tried to stay out of everyone's way, both physically and mentally. Isolating himself in his little house. He was fine. Everything was fine.

Everything was not fine

Ranboo coughed, doubling over and dropping the wood he was holding. He ran a hand through his hair. Just a cold, he could tough it out. He would be strong like Techno and Phil. He lifted up the bundle of wood and continued his trek to the cabin.

Standing outside the cabin were Phil's crows. They seemed to like Ranboo. They never pooped on him. Ranboo forced a smile on his face and waved to the crows. The crows could be snitches sometimes.

He dumped the wood into a chest by Steve's spot. He scratched behind the polar bear's ear. The polar bear grumbled happily. Ranboo bent down and hugged the animal. The dogs and Steve had been Ranboo's main source of physical touch in the past months. Phil had once tried to hug Ranboo, which was strange because no one wanted to do that. He probably reacted badly because of shock. Then there were no more hugs for Ranboo after that.

Ranboo stood up. He felt dizzy and squeezed his eyes shut. The wave of nausea passed. Ranboo took a shaky deep breath and headed back towards the forest. He had one more run of wood before he could do a less tedious task.

As he left the cabin the crows squawked at him. Ranboo felt a cough coming on. I can't cough here I can't cough here I can cough here. They'll bother Phil...

Ranboo's battle was lost quickly. He let out 5 hoarse coughs. The crows quieted and stared at him.

"Sorry guys, just something in my throat-" Ranboo dissolved into another coughing fit.

The crows moved closer to Ranboo.

"Shhh... it's ok guys. I'm fine," Ranboo forced another smile. A crow flew up to his shoulder. Ranboo ran a hand over its back. The crow nuzzled Ranboo's shoulder. Ranboo must have been distracted because he felt a cloak land on his shoulders. Ranboo pulled it closer around him.

"Thank you guys," Ranboo said, trying to leave. The crows blocked his path. "I need to leave."

The crows squawked angrily at him.

"I'm sorry I disturbed you guys. I'll drop wood on the other side of the house ok?"

This idiot... the crows thought.

"Dadza!" A crow called.

Ranboo tensed. shoot

Ranboo made a motion to quiet the crows. "It's ok guys. No need to get Dadza."

"Dadza! Dadza! Dadza!" More crows called.

Ranboo ran a hand down his face. "Guys, he's probably doing something important right now."

The crow that was sitting on Ranboo's shoulder flew away. uh-oh

Ranboo felt another wave of nausea come. He plopped down into the snow. The crows came closer. A group of them pulled the cloak tiger around Ranboo. The cloak was red with a white interior. It reminded Ranboo of something.