Chapter 1
He started crying, tears flowing out of his eyes burning the bitter memory into his skin. His hands were drenched in the acid of his tears burning him but all he felt was numb.
Had he just been a traitor like everyone had said, or was he much worse? Was he a demon in disguise, peace wasn't working and he knew it? But was he ready to take matters into his own hands?
After the hours of crying, he looked down at his hands that had the marks that were going to be deep scars. He touched his face lightly frowning at the scars that remind him of a bitter memory.
He felt the heavyweight of darkness lift off him when he felt the warm touch on his shoulder.
"Tubbo?" he asked turning around to see Technoblade to his disappointment.
"That disappointed to see me, I must be that bad." he chuckled.
"No, it's-" Ranboo began but was quickly interrupted by Technoblade.
"It's just I caught you at a bad time." he finished as Ranboo sighed in agreement, secretly relieved he understood.
He had gotten up from the snow and sat down at his home. He decided to go meet Dream, an enemy.
He had decided to walk then felt himself get grabbed, he tried to run. But there was no use, he felt himself wake to what will slowly become his living nightmare.
"Hello," a voice said, it was familiar but it felt wrong to hear. "Ranboo,"
To that word, Ranboo opened his eyes to a monster, the nightmare that manipulated him. Ranboo went to speak but he could smell dry blood. He looked up from the orange pantsuit to see Dream frail.
"Suprised to see me like this huh?" Dream smiled, he leaned against the wall closing his eyes.
"Suprised you wanted to see me, even my friends-" Dream began.
"Let me stop you right there Dream," Ranboo warned Dream, "I was here to tell you never talk or come near my family, and if you do. Peace will not be an option."
Dream was only surprised at the tone, but only grinned to hide his fear. He chuckled, as it echoed off the walls. He slowly strides around Ranboo getting closer and closer.
"Are you sure you can get blood in your hands?" he whispered in his ear, giving him chills down his spine.
Then Ranboo looked down at his hands, his eyes followed every line of each scar. Showing him every memory every tear, he cried for his family.
"Yes Dream, I can get blood on my hands if it's for my family, especially if it's yours," Ranboo said.
Dream was only impressed with their dedication to their own family. But of course, he did the horrible taunting grin, how long would it take to break that commitment?
"Tommy or Michael?" Dream spoke not facing Ranboo.
"What?" Ranboo said
"Tommy or Michael?" he repeated himself, "Pick the one you love most and the other gets killed,"
Ranboo flinched, was he ready to get blood on his hands?
"See, when you said family you didn't just mean Tubbo and Michael, you also meant Tommy, Techno and Philza and blah blah blah," Dream explained simply.
"So which one do you pick?" he asked
Ranboo felt that he was on the verge of tears. Sweat was dripping from his head burning him, but he could feel anything. He was numb but still could feel anything.
"Michael, I chose Michael," he said with a dry lump in his throat, "B-but to go and kill Tommy, you have to kill me first,"
Dream only chuckled again, it was dark and fake, "When then prepare to die,"
"No, the only thing I'll prepare for is your funeral!" Ranboo said, getting into a fight stance.
Dream laughed even harder punching Ranboo in the gut. Ranboo held his gut coughing out blood...
