Chapter One PART 4 (last part of I) of "It Was You, Now I'm Lost"

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This one a bit shorter

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Being alone was something Ranboo cherished. Loneliness was something he prized; he longed to feel lonely. If he ever did, he'd laugh sarcastically and say "it's about time."

It's strange how people whine about not having company. Then again, you only learn to appreciate the silence when your inner voices don't shut up.

Most of them don't even belong to him.

"You can't run from me, Ranboo. I know where you are." Oh right, it gets worse in person.

Ranboo sighed. This bastard was quite determined. "What do you want from me?"

He rounded a corner in the labyrinth of his mind, and came face to face with his voice. Dream. Ranboo groaned. Dream didn't appear intimidating. He wasn't intimidating. He just stood there with his dumb smiley mask.

Ranboo didn't know why he was so afraid of Dream. Dream was a few inches shorter than him, and had dark dirty blond hair and fair skin. He normally wears a green hoodie with leather armour on top. Ranboo has never seen Dream's face, and he doubted anyone ever has. Dream was quite mysterious and only spoke when he needed to. When he did, his voice was soft but felt distant to Ranboo's ears, with an ethereal echo no matter where he was.

Basically, Dream was creepy as hell.

Now, he chucked, a warm and charming sound that made Ranboo shudder. "What," he drawled, "I can't visit my favorite hybrid anymore?" He stepped closer to Ranboo, who had a familiar uneasy feeling in his throat, but who nevertheless stood his ground.

Ranboo sighed. "Well, I hate you."

"That's not very nice of you..."

Suddenly Ranboo's head started hurting. He knew what was happening, and winced; however it was more annoying than painful. "Fine, I'm sorry. Just stop."

"Good boy."

Ranboo hated it. He hated everything. He hated the Labyrinth, his panic room, his enderwalk, his past, his present, his future. Mostly he hated Dream, with his dumb smile and sickeningly sweet voice, and the fact that Dream is the only thing Ranboo had to a friend.

Personally, he'd rather have no friends. But his mind won't let him; it still remembers a simpler time...

"Ranboo, Ranboo! Gimme a boost, I can't reach!" a young goat-hybrid sang from underneath the apple tree.

Ranboo laughed. "Your problem." But he went over anyway. He boosted the boy onto his shoulders, who quickly scampered up the tree branch and plucked two apples. Hopping down, he tossed one to Ranboo; "Thanks, Tubbo."

Tubbo grinned and bit into his own fruit. "Anytime, big man."

Reflecting on his past, Ranboo suddenly felt a longing to see Tubbo again. It had been years. Back then they were brothers in all but blood. Ranboo was an orphan, Tubbo's dad was abusive. When Tubbo went for a long walk after "discipline," or when Ranboo climbed through Tubbo's window at night, awoken by nightmares, they had each other.

They had each other, now Dream was all he had.

Sometimes, Ranboo wanted to run away. Far, far away, where he would encounter a happy golden haired boy, and they would go on adventures and become the best of friends. He dreamed of meeting a violet-eyed boy, lonely and broken and a bird of a feather, and they would heal each other. He longed to find a cheerful, good-natured slime who would bring sunlight to his gloom.

They were what appeared in his visions the most. Ranboo had a small feeling that, the foursome would meet and become a fragile yet close family one day.

But more than anything, he wanted Tubbo.

For now, all he could do was hope.

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[Chapter One Word Count: 2370]

I'ma say it again: I hate messy update schedules. Lol sorry, it's what ur gettin :P