Very small mentions of the divorce in the last two sections!!
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Micheal looked out the window, staring at the blinding snow. He squinted, looking at something out there. It was a black and purple shape, somewhere outside. Was it, what, 30 or 40 blocks away? With only one eye, his depth perception wasn’t that good. He blinked, and the figure was closer.
“Chicken, stay here, I'm finding out who that is.” His chicken nodded as he climbed down the ladder and opened the door. The harsh wind blew in the cold, a couple pieces of snow falling inside. He shivered, and closed the door quickly. “I just need- ah, there.” He picked up a bucket of lava and a heavy jacket of his dad’s, and walked outside. He hugged the bucket close, warm metal heating his tiny body as he trudged through the snow, piled high enough to cover his entire lower body. “Hello?” He called out, looking around. The figure was out there, around 20 blocks away. He chased after them, but they seemed to keep getting farther and farther away. “Wait!” He yelled, and the figure paused. He caught up with it, quickly splashing his face with some lava. “Excuse me, who are you?”
“Oh, deepest apologies!”, The figure lifted their hat,“I'm Kristen MC.” She smiled. “May I ask your name?”
“I’m Micheal underscore belo- underscore.” He had to remind himself Ranboo was not related to him anymore. He was just an underscore now.
“Nice to meet you Michael!” And even though Kristen smiled and greeted him like he was new, he couldn’t help but shake the feeling he’d seen her before. “You seem cold, why don’t you come with me?” She held out her hand and…
“No.” Michael muttered, looking her over. It was the same woman who tried this before. “No, I’m- XD wouldn't want me to take your hand.”
“Well isn’t that silly?” Kristen laughed, growing larger, a deep purple haze surrounding her head and obscuring her face. “They asked me to take you.”
“What?” Micheal’s voice was quiet and small. XD was their friend, right?
“Now, why don’t we find a limbo that’s right for you?” Her hand shot out, grabbing him and scarring him so he dropped the lava. She lifted him in the air for a second, she smiled, and then it was black.
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XD looked down at the floor. God, what were they thinking!? They were just angry and- and now Michael was gone! How could they be so stupid!? They- they needed to talk to someone, anyone, to get Michael back. XD had heard Tubbo when visiting Michael, they heard what devastation would happen if Michael died and now… XD might have just ruined their last chance.
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Tommy pushed the door open slightly, peeking inside.
“Heyy… tubbo?” He said, even though he knew where tubbo was. Tubbo made a groaning noise from inside a blanket cocoon he made.
“Leave me aloneeee” Tubbo flopped over so he could face Tommy. “Let me be sad.”
“Tubbo.” Tommy sighed, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. “I made you dinner, please come out?”
“I’m gay.” Tubbo said before hiding his face again.
“No- tubbo- please? It’s chicken noodle soup.”
“Michael had a chicken.” Tubbo grumbled, clearly starting to tear up again. After a beat or two of silence, Tommy sighed.
“I’ll bring it in here so you can eat when you’re ready.”
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Ranboo couldn’t focus, everything was too loud. The scratchy sound of him writing in his book over and over again, the ticking of the clock on the wall, the hissing of the steam that came off his face, and the little drops of his tears hitting the desk. Over and over again, he wrote the same thing.
“Did I kill him?” “Was it my fault?” “I’m sorry” “i didn’t mean to” “i don’t remember” he sobbed, not caring about the stinging pain on his face. He just knew he fell asleep, and when he woke up Michael had died. No one knew what happened.
“But you do.” Dream’s voice said. “You killed him, didn’t you?”
“No- stop.” Ranboo clutched his head. “I- I didn't. I couldn’t have!”
“You killed your son. You broke me out of jail.” Dream sneered. “No wonder Tubbo left you.”
“I didn’t mean to do it! I didn’t mean to kill him or- or let you free! I didn’t- i didn’t…” Ranboo couldn’t form words, now just crying openly.
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Sam looked down at his desk, hitting the play button on the recording again.
“Tubbo I- I didn't mean to.” It was Ranboo and Tubbo arguing.
“It doesn’t matter what you “meant” to do, all it matters is that you broke him out!” Tubbo yelled back.
“I’m so sorry Bee.” There was a shuffling noise, and then Ranboo yelped in pain and surprise.
“Don’t touch me, don’t talk to me like we’re still- like we’re something!” Tubbo snapped.
“Please, I'm sorry for breaking Dream out, I don't remember it.” The tape clicked, signaling it was over. This was certainly… interesting.
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*rattles treat bag*
