The Truth - Ranboo Angst

Missing

Tw: Blood, torture, etc. etc.

Ranboo Pov

I sat curled up on the floor, shivering. I was so cold, and my stomach was cramping with hunger. I hadn't eaten in days. My skin was covered in burns from the water. All I wanted was to go home.

But I deserved it. I deserved all of it. It was my fault Tommy was dead, all of this was my fault.

The iron door opened, and Quackity walked inside, followed by Sam. Why was Sam here? I remembered begging him to lock me in the prison. Why didn't he do it? Well, this was pretty much a prison anyways.

Quackity pressed a button, and braced myself for more pain. But instead a bowl of mushroom stew popped out of a dispenser. I looked at the bowl, and then back up at Quackity.

"Eat up." He said coldly. "I wanted to feed you raw potatoes like your friend Dream, but Sam was against it for some reason."

I picked up the bowl with trembling hands and slowly began eating the stew. It was ice cold, but better than nothing.

Quackity stared at me shivering with cold, dead eyes.

"Aww, are you cold?" Quackity asked with mock pity. "Here, maybe being burned by some water will warm you up." Water began gushing down on me again.

Tears ran down my cheeks. I usually didn't cry because it hurt so much, but now it didn't matter. It burned, and my skin began to bleed. He came every single day, watching my cry in pain.

"Listen Ranboo, you haven't been telling us shit. All me and Sam need is for you to tell us how you know Dream, and what you know about him."

"If you tell us..." Sam said, staring at me blankly as I sat there pitifully, curled up in a ball, crying as the water burned my skin like acid. "...all of this can end."

Tubbo Pov

I trudged slowly through the snow. Ranboo's house was close now. I needed to borrow some concrete, and Ranboo always seems to have everything on him.

Come to think of it, I hadn't seen him in days. Maybe we could hang out later. I was feeling quite lonely.

I have never been to Ranboo's house, but I knew where it was. As I approached it, there were two other houses there. I wondered who lived there.

I knocked on Ranboo's door, but no one answered. The door was left unlocked, and I peeked inside. The house was empty. He must have gone out.

As I walked away from the house, I saw Phil walking around outside.

"Oh hey Phil!" I said, walking towards him.

Phil smiled. "Hey Tubbo"

"Have you seen Ranboo?"

A worried expression crossed his face. "No actually, I haven't seen him in days."

I paused. "Really? When was the last time you saw him?"

"It was on Tuesday." Phil thought for a moment. "He said he wanted to tell you something."

"...Okay. Thanks Phil."

I ran around the server, asking everyone I knew is they saw Ranboo. No one said they did. Suddenly I ran into Sam. I haven't seen him much outside of the prison.

"Hey Sam. Have you seen Ranboo around lately?"

Sam stared at me for a few seconds, before mumbling "no" and walking away.

I felt sick with worry as I continued wandering around. I lost Tommy, I can't lose Ranboo too.

Sam Pov

Sam stared at Ranboo, who was curled up on the floor inside the obsidian box in front of him. He didn't know why Quackity wanted him to come there. He said the two of them could convince him or something.

Quackity was yelling at Ranboo, and Ranboo was mainly just shivering and sobbing. Quackity usually stayed there for hours, but Sam just wanted to leave.

"⌇⏃⋔ ⊑⟒⌰⌿ ⋔⟒" Sam looked up. Quackity told him that Ranboo spoke some sort of "enderman language" when he was stressed. Sam looked it up, and spent all night trying to learn it.

He slowly translated it in his head. Sam...help...me... Ranboo stared at him with clouded red and green eyes. Sam's expressionless gas mask stared back.

"⌿⌰⟒⏃⌇⟒" Please...

The last time Sam saw Ranboo, Ranboo was begging him to put him in the prison. Sam refused, telling him he was a good person. Sam felt a pang of guilt in his chest. But no. He couldn't feel bad for him. Ranboo was a monster, just like Dream...right?