Chapter 7: Caught Red Handed

TWs: Mentions of Depression, Panic Attack

The past few weeks had not been too great for Ranboo, as a teacher, after his massive blow up at the school he had not been doing great mentally. Having to do anger management classes every day after teaching certainly did not help but he pushed through it. It had just been Halloween so at least he didn't have to deal with the classes anymore.

"So, what are you doing?" asked Wil, in a mocking tone, knowing Ranboo was annoyed at the moment.

"Shut up, Wil, you know I have a mountain of work to do tonight!" Ranboo answered in a pissed off voice, he and Wil were planning on streaming that night together.

"Do you need help with anything?" Will offered Ranboo, getting a bottle of water out of the fridge.

"No, Wil, I don't need your help!" Ranboo snapped.

"Jesus, okay, I'm sorry for bringing it up, I was just trying to help you"

"Well, don't bother asking next time Will"

"This is what I get for trying to help you, first it was a sucker punch to the nose and now your snapping at me"

"Oh, piss of, Wil, I was trying to help someone when I punched you, you just got in the way!" Ranboo shouted, standing up from his seat and walking up to be face to face with Wil.

"What has happened to you, Ranboo? When I first met you, you were nice and friendly" As Wil finished his statement he left the room and went to his bedroom, slamming the door in the process.

Ranboo was stuck, he couldn't move, the whole house moving around at rapid speed, his breathing speeding up at an uneven pace. Grabbing the kitchen counter and lowering himself to the floor he broke down into tears.

"What has happened to me?" Ranboo said to himself through tears. "You used to be so nice to people, people used to look up to you, now they're afraid of you" he continued.

He continued until he fell asleep.

2 hours later.

There was a sudden smash of a glass. Ranboo shot awake, staring around, trying to find out where the shatter came from. He stood up from the floor trying to get his bearings, still dizzy from earlier but pushed through it. As he walked out of the large kitchen into the spacious living room, turning on the lights to light up the pitch black area, he noticed a boy, short hair, around 6ft tall, it took a moment before Ranboo realised who it was.

"Freddie?"

The boy turned around, he was currently standing in front of the sofa, his face immediately turned to a scared expression.

"Fuck" Freddie muttered under his breath but Ranboo heard him.

"What are you doing here, kid?" Ranboo asked, walking up to Freddie and laying a hand on one of his shoulders.

"I ran away and I knew that I lived close to Mr Soot so I decided to come here and sleep on the couch for the night and then he would find me in the morning and we would sort it out then but I didn't know that you lived here" Freddie frantically said, clearly worried about what Ranboo might do to him.

"That's fine, okay, we will sort something out but why did I hear glass smashing?"

"Oh, when I was sneaking in through the window I accidently knocked a vase and it smashed"

"Okay, how about you get some sleep, you can sleep in my room for the night and then in the morning we can see what we can do about your living situation, if you don't want to go back to your father's, that is?" Ranboo asked and Freddie answered with a shake of his head.

"That's fine, we will work it out, follow me to my room, so you can get some sleep" Ranboo started to guide the fourteen year old to his room and let him lay on the bed. Freddie passed out almost instantly.

Ranboo left the room and shut the door. Going back to continue his long slog of work.