Ranboo is triggered into an enderwalk trance, leading to the death of his husband and the burning of his house. When he finds a mysterious line written in his journal, Ranboo suspects the terrorist Dream is behind the plot. But even the simplest ans...
Every so often, his face would tick- his brow furrowing ever so slightly. His body would shift in micromovements, almost like tiny spasms of his muscles. A line of sweat formed at the man's hairline as he released another faint groan. "Michael...not the stove..." Ranboo's eyes widened as he suddenly understood- Philza was having a nightmare.
The stove incident had happened two weeks ago when Philza had left Michael alone in the kitchen. A crash and a squeal later, the old man dashed in to find the piglin had overturned his pot of cold spaghetti. If he'd remembered to start boiling the meal on high, Michael would have been horribly burned; the event had haunted Phil for days, and evidently, still did.
Ranboo had to snap the old man out of it quick- how else would he find his son? The sentient grabbed his in-law's shoulders, and gave the elder a good shake. "Phil? Phil, come on! Wake up. Wake up!"
"Wilbur...No...L'Manberg-"
A dark chuckle echoed throughout the room. "Ah, yes. It's good to see my father still cares about me."
Ranboo, instantly on edge, sprang to his feet, and turned to confront his foe. "Wilbur! What did you do to Phil? And where is my son?!"
Wilbur shushed the irritate being, and gave him a knowing smile. "Ah, ah, ah, Ranboo. It's just a nightmare is all," the man chided. "He'll wake up some day. Can't have him ruining my plans though."
A fierce avalanche of hatred stormed through the enderman hybrid's soul as he stared down the enemy. He didn't need more riddles; he was tired of playing games. His paternal instincts set ablaze, Ranboo's eyes glowed red and green as he growled, "WHERE IS MY SON?!"
"Alright, alright. No need to panic," Wilbur countered, "at least, not yet." With a smirk on his face, the possessed human gave a quick snap of his fingers, and the two were gone.
They reappeared in an empty, white void, save for what looked like a tall, wooden box. A three foot opening was cut out of the upper half, acting as a large window of sorts.
Ranboo didn't like his new surroundings, not one bit. Wilbur held all the control here; there would be no escape until his opponent allowed it. The hybrid made to tell the host exactly what he thought of his little game, when suddenly, Ranboo heard something. It sounded like a whimper, a muffled cry coming from the box.
"I bet you're wondering why I brought you here," the Brit taunted. "Well, go on."
The enderman hybrid gave the man a wary look, but complied. As he approached the box, the sniffles grew louder, and the sobs grew wetter. Whoever's in there sounds really upset, the sentient thought. Am I...Am I in Phil's nightmare? But as Ranboo peered over the side of the box, and saw the being crouched in the corner, Wilbur's motive became clear. "...Tubbo?"
The goat hybrid whirled around to face his platonic husband, complete and utter shock painting his face pale. "Ranboo?" The enderman hybrid's heart clenched at the sound of Tubbo's hoarse and cracked voice. The boy looked so defeated, his eyes red with tears and filled to the brim with a soulless depression. Deep purple and black bruises stained the skin under his eyes, and his hair was an absolute mess. If Ranboo had to guess, he'd say Tubbo hadn't slept in over a week.
He opened his mouth to inquire about his platonic soulmate's health, when a small voice interrupted him: "Papa?"
Ranboo's heart absolutely broke at the sight of his son. The poor little piglin was trembling, hiding behind his father's legs. He sniffled as a tear slid down his cheek, only to be rubbed away by a tiny fist. "Papa! You came!"
Tubbo choked out a sob, clumsily covering his mouth to muffle another. "Ranboo, I can't believe it!"
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MICHAELLLLL NOOOO DON'T CRYYYY D"": The Beloveds are all together again!!
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