GOODBYE
a/n: goodbye is back baby! a little filler and the last chapter will be longer!
summary: fears.
warnings: semi- religious talk, cursing, crying, etc.
goodbye
THE AIR WAS becoming toxic, every breath y/n drew in was suffocating. at some points it became so much that they wanted to plug their nose and die.
the sight was sickening, it almost made them feel bad. Tubbo had no right to have their sympathy but yet he had it in his grasp like he owned it.
they had to thank whatever god was above that ranboo had focused on anything but them, one more word spoken would make them spiral. it was hard to think and a fog devoured their mind.
“don’t even think about lying,” he had tubbos face in his grimy hands. forcing his wandering eyes to his purple ones.
tubbo chokes, he debates if it’s a good idea to risk y/ns’ safety even more because- if he did tell ranboo the truth he would discard dreams words and bring them back dead. Or, he would die and who would get Michael?
he lets out a shaky sigh, ranboos eyes grazed his face like a hawk watching its prey, looking for any sign of vulnerability.
“well?” ranboo questions after a beat of silence.
“I-“ he gulps, the pressure of ranboo hand around his face increases with each word. “I had to,” ranboo moves his hand and tightens it around tubbos neck, he yelps at the contact.
“I’m sorry! Please don’t hurt me, I had to- please.” his voice is muffled by sobs, thankfully ranboo had some vendetta against tears and retracted his hand back with a scoff wiping it against his shirt. tubbo takes the opportunity to step back and gulp in much needed air.
“you switch up fast y’know? one second you are all for turning y/n to dream and then you're,” he gestures to tubbo who was hunched over the table with a nasty look “this.”
he tuts and turns towards y/n whose glare hardened every-time he moved, if looks could kill he’d be long gone. he takes long steps toward them and shoved them against the wall. they felt the stone piercing their skin, going far enough to draw blood.
scratch what they thanked before, fuck the god that was on duty right now. the sheer pain flowing the rough their body was unbearable, if their pain tolerance was any lower their brain probably would’ve shut down and they’d pass out.
ranboo gives them a frown, scanning their face like he did once before to tubbo. “you look so sad,” he comments fixing their wild hair in place, like how a cat would groom its kitten when they first give a breath of life.
y/n gives a low rumble, pure hatred laced their words “no shit.”
ranboo giggles but he falters “you know what this means right? you gotta come with me. dream has been waiting for you and you can’t disappoint the master.”
what kind of messed up stuff is going on here?
“I’m not going anywhere with you,” they muster up what ever saliva they could produce in their body and spit, directly into his face. “fuck you.”
his whole demeanor changes in a instant, he drops the hand from their hair and wipes the spit off and it lands on the floor with a splat. he watches it falls and shakes his head. "y/n," he sighs grabbing a handkerchief from his pocket and ridding his hand of the fluid, "I just want to let you know that you made this difficult-"
was the last thing they heard then the lights went out.
