Ranboo was mad.
The worst part was who he was mad at.
He knew, he knew because Techno had probably mentioned it before. Technoblade had probably explained why, and had had a good reason. But he couldn't remember.
All he knew right now was that Tubbo was on his last life. And the reason for that, is that Technoblade executed him. Technoblade killed Tubbo.
Ranboo was aware that Technoblade fought against governments. He was also aware of the… voices. The ones that Technoblade couldn't control. He remembered the conversation he had with Techno, when he had tried to tell someone about the Dream voice.
But… Tubbo was on the same team as Technoblade at the time. Technoblade wasn't being forced to kill Tubbo, he was commanded by JSchlatt. And Technoblade doesn't listen to commands. So… why? Why did he kill Tubbo?
Tubbo's not even an adult, not yet. And he was so much younger then, when he was executed with fireworks. Although a quick death, the scars left behind were treacherous, an ugly reminder of how he was wronged.
Ranboo always thought the Butcher Army's cause was unjust.
But now that Tubbo had explained why they had hunted Technoblade. He wasn't so sure who to trust anymore. The only thing he was sure of, was that he was mad.
Tubbo was his husband. Sure, it was for business reasons, Tubbo wanted to leech off of Ranboo's riches, but Ranboo considered Tubbo his best friend. Someone that cared about him and that he would protect with his life.
He had to settle this with Technoblade, although it might've been a bad idea at the moment, his vision clouded with the unfamiliar feeling of anger. But he didn't care. He couldn't just sit there knowing the pain his Tubbo went through, just because Technoblade was peer pressured.
He stood in front of the piglin hybrid's cabin and rapped on the door.
He was met with a familiar face, first unconcerned, but then wary.
"Ranboo? Watcha' doin' here? I thought you said you'd be on vacation somewhere fer' a few days?" Technoblade spoke, the words dimmed by Ranboo's rage.
Ranboo walked up to Technoblade at his full height, purple eyes staring directly into confused red irises.
"⊬⍜⎍, ⊬⍜⎍ ⟟⌰⌰⟒⎅ ⊑⟟⋔. ⊬⍜⎍ ⋔⎍⍀⎅⟒⍀⟒⎅ ⊑⟟⋔." He spoke, words tilted and foreign.
"What? Ranboo, what's wrong with yer' eyes? They aren-" Technoblade's words were cut short by a hand gripping his collar, Ranboo's hand. Ranboo brought Technoblade close, looking into his eyes, through them.
"⎅⍜ ⊬⍜⎍ ⎎⟒⟒⌰ ⟒⎐⟒⋏ ⍜⋏⟒ ⍜⎍⋏ ⟒ ⍜⎎ ⍀⟒ ⍀⟒⏁? ⍀⟒ ⍀⟒⏁ ⎎⍜⍀ ⟟⌰⌰⟟⋏ ⋔⊬ ⊑⎍⌇⏚⏃⋏⎅?" He shouted in Technoblade's face, jaw unhinging, ready to attack.
Technoblade's entire demeanor changed instantly, his jaw set and determined, his back straight, and his stance loose. His eyes held resignation.
"So it's a fight you want? Alright, but don't say I didn't warn ya." Technoblade said gruffly, easily escaping Ranboo's hold.
And the fight began.
Ranboo swiped his long clawed hand at Techno's face, narrowly missing as Techno pulled out his sword and began a flurry of strikes against the half-enderman, Ranboo's defenses sufficient enough to avoid most of them, but he still obtained a few nicks here and there.
At first, it looked like Technoblade was winning, until Ranboo disappeared.
"Heh?" Techno uttered indignantly.
"AHHGHhg-!" The pink-skinned man screamed, long claws digging into his back from behind. He tumbled forward and got back on his feet, meeting the calculated purple gaze of Ranboo, claws dripping with Techno's blood.
He was going to pay for what he did.
He should pay for what he did, right?
Oh no.
Technoblade took use of Ranboo's hesitation to take a lunge with his netherite sword. Ranboo was wearing his armor, but the sword found purchase in soft void-skin, yanking it back with a splatter of black blood.
Wait, why was Techno attacking him?
Another slash.
How come the wounds hurt so much?
He stumbled to the ground.
"Techno…?" The green and red eyed teen looked up at his mentor, black blood spilling from his lips. Techno stared back before horror crossed his face, eyes going wide and mouth deepening into a grimace.
"R-ranboo? Wait, oh no. Oh no… no no no, kid? Kid, you alright? Don't tell me I- SHUT UP CHAT!" Techno screamed, kneeling beside Ranboo's weak form.
"I don't have any stupid potions on me chat, I used 'em all farming more wither skulls-" Technoblade ranted, his eyes pricking at the edges.
Techno? Phil? Tubbo? Were they here? Where did they go? Why couldn't he see? He just wanted to see Micheal.
"Micheal? M-micheal, where are you?" Ranboo whispered, words unintelligible. Techno's heart broke. There's no way… Ranboo's not ACTUALLY dying, right?
"Ranboo, kid, stay with me. Cmon, just keep yer' eyes open. Please don't go dyin' on me kid… Ranboo…" That was the last thing Ranboo heard.
Before it all went black.
Before sound, touch, taste, smell, and sight was gone.
Before he was alone.
Or was he?
He heard crying in the distance.
So he was there.
He saw Ghostbur.
Neither reacted to each other's presence.
Something told Ranboo that he needed to leave.
So he did. But now he was back outside Techno's cabin.
And then Techno spotted him.
"Oh, hi there Techno, how are you doing today?" Boo asked, curiously watching as Techno got up from the ground and walked towards him slowly, as if unsure of his own eyes.
"Well I'm doing great. Feels nice, death." Boo commented, receiving no reaction from Technoblade.
"Ranboo?" Techno asked, voice heavy and uncertain.
"Yeah?" Boo answered cheerfully.
"Did you only have one life left?" Techno's fists were tense and shaking as he said it.
"As far as I remember, yeah!" He responded.
Techno's face paled.
"Thanks for killing me by the way, I feel so much more free." Boo said in gratitude. This was great! He wasn't afraid anymore, and nothing could hurt him anyway. Not now.
"I- uhhhh, bye." Techno said before turning and running off, likely towards where Phil was. They were best friends anyway, that would make the most sense. He was telling Phil the good news! Yeah.
This was great!