losing my mind at the idea of dream having to listen to borrowers in tommy's real stomach... also how did phil not eat dream? how does techno feel about it?
would tubbo and ranboo be other borrowers tommy befriends.... would he befriend any other borrowers besides dream? if so, why not just eat them?
A lot of questions lol-
I think it would probably be something along the lines of Phil recognizing a borrower was in the house and tried to find a way to either get rid of them or something. Tommy probably heard Phil mention it and is kinda confused and talks to Dream about it. I'd say that Tommy does something stupid and takes Dream to Phil to be like "Don't hurt this one dad! He's my friend." And in this au Phil can't say no to his youngest puppy dog eyes.
I think Phil would just accept it and be like, "Welp, Tommy said no. Darn it."
Techno probably just doesn't really care about it. Like, he's used to it and doesn't care about what his dad and brothers do. I like the idea of Techno being the voice of reason and things like that when it comes to Tommy and Dream. Like when Dream and Tommy fight for the first time, instead of telling his dad he goes and talks to Techno because Techno won't be like- "That borrower pissed my son off, friendship ended so free snack." I think he'd just be more of a bystander for it and just shrug things off unless they seemed wrong or like something needed to be done.
As for Tubbo and Ranboo- Tubbo would probably be a human and I'd have Ranboo be a borrower. Think similar situation to Tommy and Dream but instead of it being Tommy when he's little he sees this noodle of a borrower and goes, "yeah, you're hilarious." Basically Tommy decided with Ranboo that he really likes them because of the wet cat energy and ends up letting them live in their walls. Ranboo and Techno would probably develop a similar relationship to Tommy and Dream, without noms, but I think Ranboo would be the weird one and be kinda willing to be eaten as long as it's not fatal.
Tubbo wouldn't learn about Ranboo until they're comfortable enough to be around a lot of people and I feel like Tubbo and Tommy have been friends since elementary so he's aware of Dream's existence. Maybe he doesn't so Dream's a borrower would gives some angst opportunities if Tubbo was to stumble upon him before a proper meeting but Tommy would probably catch Tubbo in the act of doing it. Tubbo strikes me as the type to really take his time with his prey.
Tommy would probably have a few borrowers he gets go because they're interesting or something where they just run off or hide in the walls forever because they're horrified of being eaten. As for why Tommy doesn't eat them is because he is interested in them. Like think of something where a borrower says something so stupid that Tommy can't help but burst into laughter, he has to admit that he kind of likes their humor and manages to be like- "well, you're kind of funny. Fuck it, you can go." It's not any real logical reasoning and Tommy's just kind of following the flow when it comes to prey. Think more of that he has some of that childish mind set still. If the prey is an asshole he's probably just gonna eat them. If they're willing and want to be eaten he probably will. If they're not interested and have a valid argument other than, "I don't wanna die" he'd be the embodiment of this meme ↓
Either way, Tommy's a little guy who makes weird choices.
Tw/Cw: vore, mouthplay, fear, fear of death, angst, hurt/comfort.
All was calm in the forest… until it wasn’t. Branches and bushes snapped and rustled as a beast going top speed closed in on his prey. The prey in question weren’t being any more quiet. Tubbo let out a crazed laugh as he zipped through the air. Ranboo right behind him, a little out of breath. Staying as close to Tubbo as they could without losing the blurred form of the bee.
“Get back here!” Ranboo would swear he could feel the Naga’s hot breath on his back, the hint of delight in the snake’s voice made the bat’s adrenaline shoot through the roof. They flapped their wings with a newfound burst of energy.
The Naga let out a frustrated growl and Ranboo and Tubbo let out loud shrieks of amusement as a clawed hand swiped in between them in the air.
Tubbo zipped away, leaving Ranboo scrambling away from the claws that we’re closing in without a leader to follow. “Tubbo! You can’t just leave me!” Ranboo growled out angrily. The bee snickered and gave a wave of his hand. “Too slow Boo! This is about survival!” The worker bee then shot away. Ranboo huffed angrily, to distracted by the traitorous bee to notice the two clawed hands coming to cup him from behind.
His world was surrounded by darkness as warm flesh was pressed firmly around him. The bat couldn’t help but squirm around under the pressure. They let out an angry groan and the hands loosened around him. He winced as the bright sunlight entered his vision suddenly.
“Aww Ranboo, thought you could get away?” Tommy’s grin was sharp but his eyes softened as he saw Ranboo’s irritated expression.
The bat huffed and crossed their arms. Refusing to meet Tommy’s gaze. “I was so close this time! If only Tubbo wasn’t so selfish! But no he just has to keep his perfect record!”
“Here,” Tommy raised his hand away from himself. “Do you wanna try again?” Ranboo sighed and shook his head. “Nah, that be like cheating… but make sure you make Tubbo pay for it, okay? Even if you don’t catch him.” The bat smiled and stood up from his sitting position. “Besides I think this is the farthest I’ve gotten so far.”
“If you say so.” Tommy picked up Ranboo by the scruff and dangled him over is open maw. “And don’t worry, Tubbo’s gonna get what’s coming to him.” Tommy’s face formed a mischievous expression and Ranboo gave a nervous laugh. “Nothing too bad right?” The snake only gave a cheeky smile before plopping Ranboo down in the warm cavern that was him mouth, mindful of avoiding his fangs.
In just one gulp he sent his friend down to his storage. He purred happily at the feeling of the small weight in his gut.
“Don’t worry Ranboo, today’s the day I’ll finally catch him. I can feel it.”
Now time for some good old fashion revenge. Tubbo had gotten away one to many times, and Tommy had the perfect plan to bring his rain of tyranny to an end.
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Tubbo had landed on a branch to rest, breathing deep and heavy as he caught his breath. Ranboo’s Sacrifice always gave him a little chance to rest, felt a little bit go guilt for leaving his friend. He just had to make it back to the village and he was home free.
He had yet to lose a single match. Always flying away the last second. It was invigorating, it was daring, and it was honestly a little terrifying.
Sure Tubbo had been stored before, and heck! He had even willing crawled into Tommy’s mouth the first time they met.
But this was….
The chase made it like is was serious. Tubbo’s instincts wouldn’t comprehend that they were playing. His tiny bee body was screaming life or death. He had even accidentally stung Tommy one of the other times they had grabbed him out of the air.
He had gotten away, but with the price of Tommy being upset at him for a week. He had tried to down play it, but guilt ate away at his heart.
Besides, how was he supposed to tell one of his best friends that he was scared of him. Well he wasn’t really scared of him.
His instincts were.
When the 8ft behemoth would come charging out of the trees, his claws sharp, and teeth bared. It would sometimes shake Tubbo to his core, but it was also one of the most exciting sights that Tubbo could experience.
The thrill of the chase was almost addicting. The adrenaline rush made Tubbo feel on top of the world, but then he would forget that it was just a game.
Then it was about survival.
But he could never tell Tommy about this. He couldn’t. The bee remembered every hurt look when the other villagers would whisper and give nervous glances. He remembered the tears that trailed down after the Naga had confided in Tubbo of some of the remarks that were being said about him.
He couldn’t do that to Tommy.
So here he was, sprinting as fast as he could towards the village. As long as Tommy didn’t catch him, he could avoid his problems. For now he could enjoy the chase.
A sharp cry suddenly called out from the forest, freezing Tubbo in his tracks. That was Tommy…
It sounded like he was hurt.
The bee burst into action, going to the aid of his friend. What if he was in trouble? Was Ranboo alright? Were there hunters?
Another cry of pain and Tommy calling out Tubbo’s name. He had to be hurt.
“Tommy where are you?!” He flung leaves out of his path as he flew frantically through the trees, desperately searching for a sign of either of his friends.
“Tubbo, I’m here!”
There. He had pinpointed the sound.
Tubbo barreled out of the tree line and into a dark cramped clearing. The forest was so dense that no sunlight dared to enter this part of the wood. He hovered in center, confused by the sudden lack of calls for help. Now that he had time to process their was a lack of any sound at all.
A deep routed fear, something primal, buzzed around in his gut. Something was off.
“Tommy?” Tubbo barely managed to peep out. Like the darkness that choked out the light, he found his own voice was consumed by the fear of the dark and all that lurked within it.
Nothing replied.
Tubbo took a shaky breath. He closed his eyes tightly, wishing all of this to be some kind of messed up dream. Maybe he flew smack into a branch while running from Tommy, and he was actually currently passed out in the medical clinic.
He peaked through the slits of his eyes. A red glow illuminated the outside of his small quivering form in the darkness, like a sick twisted version of a silver lining.
Even more confusion filled Tubbo’s mind before a low and sinister hiss shook him to his very core. His stomach dropped all the way down to the forest floor below.
He turned his body as fast as he dared. Every second felt like hours as he finally spun around to reveal the horror that lurked in the dark.
White fangs glinted red as the eerie glow from slit eyes reflected off of the wet surface. The eyes were squinted in delight, like they found a dark satisfaction in seeing their prey cornered.
“Found you.”
Tubbo couldn’t even scream.
The white jaws parted in less than a second, far wider than they needed to. The beast lunged forwards and all the bee could do was stare helplessly at his fate.
Tubbo shrieked as warm wet walls pressed down on him on every side. The pressure increased slightly before it released its hold.
He laid disoriented in a jumbled mess. His wings laid heavy with saliva. There was no chance to fly.
His breathing increased to panicky little breaths, he struggled to stand, then instead tried to crawl to the open of where he entered.
The floor underneath him lifted once more, but instead of being pushed to the roof of the mouth, Tubbo found himself laid upon a hard pointed surface.
Tubbo gasped as he realized he was laid between the beasts sharp teeth. He desperately tried to move out of the way, but the snakes forked tongue kept him in place.
A yelp of terror left his mouth as the jaw beneath him raised to meet the teeth above.
Instead of being crushed or pierced by the sharp bones, he was simply squeezed between them, roughly, but not enough to do any real damage.
A warning then, to show what this monster was truly capable of.
Tubbo struggle to get out of the beast unclenching hold, even trying to sting, but missing anything he could actually pierce.
Exhausted from his struggling he laid limp between the beds of teeth. A amused chuckle bellowed form the depths of the beast.
It was laughing at his misery…
That would usually make Tubbo angry. He couldn’t take anyone mocking him or his work, one wrong word and he would let his anger consume him.
Now he felt hollow despair, trapped and unable to fight.
He didn’t even realize that tears were pouring down his face until a harsh broken sob left his mouth.
The world went still and another sob made itself known.
The pressure around him released immediately.
The bee was met in the outside world once more. This time in a much more well lit area. The cool breeze made his wings shiver subconsciously, his small frame layered in spit.
Sobs now poured out of his mouth, he didn’t register the naga worriedly asking if he was alright or if he was hurt. His also didn’t notice the seemingly one sided conversation that the snake was having with himself.
The bee just curled up into a ball and let the tears roll down his face.
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Tommy didn’t know what was wrong. At first he thought Tubbo was playing a trick, a flip on what he did to get the bee to be lured back to him.
But as Tubbo just lay there, eyes squeezed shut and no response except for the occasion choked sob, he realized that this definitely wasn’t an act.
He immediately asked for Ranboo’s aid, the small bat had been sitting concerned in the Naga’s stomach as he heard Tommy trying his best to comfort the bee.
Ranboo soon found himself traveling upwards and suddenly outside on Tommy’s other palm. He was immediately brought to a crumpled up Tubbo.
The bee shrunk into himself as Ranboo approached. The bat put a hand on his shoulder and Tubbo whimpered. Tommy let out a nervous hiss and lowered the pair to the ground.
Ranboo pulled the bee into a one way hug as the insect laid limp in his hold.
Tommy seemed to shrink back as well, trying his best to blend into the forest around him as guilt and confusion filled his mind.
He had stored Tubbo countless times before and the bee always seemed thrilled about the notion, but now Tommy was unsure.
Was Tubbo actually always afraid of him?
Or did he actually hurt the bee and didn’t realize it?
He though he was being gentle, he had only put him between his teeth to tease, and they had roughhoused like that before…
But what if he was actually to ruff this time?
Would Tubbo hate him for it?
Tommy’s panicked thinking was interrupted by a quiet “oh gods…” and two small coughs that followed.
His eyes focused back on the pair on the ground. Ranboo rubbing small circles on Tubbo’s back as the bee seemed to find himself again.
Then Tommy’s hurt eyes met Tubbo’s own.
Tommy went to speak, but before he could the bee beat him to it.
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Tubbo finally came back to himself with the rhythmic circling on his back and the soft whispered words in his ears.
That was Ranboo… they were alright, and so was he?
Confusion clouded his mind, the last thing he remembered was looking for Tommy and then he was ambushed by…..
He was ambushed by….
“Oh gods….” He choked on this own words, his voice sore from crying.
This is exactly why he would never let Tommy catch him.
His instincts took over and he lost it…
And now Tommy knew that a part of Tubbo was still scared of him.
He could already see the hurt on the Naga’s face, and it made Tubbo’s throat burn with sorrow.
The naga opened his mouth, but Tubbo quickly cut his off.
“I’m sorry!” That seemed to Surprise the snake as well at the Bat next to him.
“Are you injured?” Ranboo ignored the outbursted apology, and looked on in bewilderment and concern.
Tubbo shook his head, “I’m fine.” He said with a sigh.
He turned back to Tommy and stood to his feet.
The snake finally found his words.
“No, I’m sorry! I took it way too far.. I should’nt have tricked you like that. I’m sorry I scared you” Tommy adverted his game from Tubbo’s hold.
“I’m not scared of you Tommy!” Tubbo groaned. “We’ll maybe a little sometimes, but only subconsciously!” That didn’t seem to help much. Tubbo huffed.
“I didn’t want you to find out like this… I wanted to tell you but I couldn’t build up the courage. Or it was my pride that was in the way.”
“Tubbo if your uncomfortable being around me, I get it. I mean I know how some of the other villagers-”
“ACK!” The bee cut him off. “Tommy I’m not uncomfortable and I’m definitely not like those other jerks at the village. I just-”
Tommy looked at Tubbo with uncertainty, it made the Bee ache.
“I just get to caught up in the chase… my instincts take over and I forget that well… that it’s you that’s chasing me…”
“Oh…” Tommy muttered out. Ranboo stood up from Tubbo’s side and dusted off his knees.
“We’ll the good thing is that we know now.” Ranboo stated. “We just need to learn to talk things out.”
The snake and the bee nodded. “Everyone struggles with instincts every now and again. But we can help make the struggle better by accommodating to them and avoiding certain triggers.” The bat continued.
“So now we know to talk about what we’re struggling with to the whole group, before it gets to us.” Tubbo looked embarrassed and Tommy awkward. Ranboo let out an amused laugh.
Tommy finally slithered his way back to the group and lowered his plan back to the ground. Tubbo crawled on without hesitation. “Tubbo, I just want you to know that if you need to tell me something, even if it might hurt my feelings, tell me.” Tommy deadpanned and the bee gave a nervous laugh.
“Sorry Toms…” Tubbo buzzed an apology. He shook off his wings and buzzed to Tommy’s head, bumping his own to Tommy’s.
“Y’know Wilbur was scared around me too at first.” Tommy leaned a little more against the small bee, like a cat seeking affection.
“Really?!” Tubbo exclaimed. “Did you make him cry?” The Bee smirked.
“What do you think?” Tommy grinned and Tubbo let out a mischievous laugh. “Oh, I’m never gonna let him live this down!” He Cackled.
“Oh yeah? What about you then Bee Boy?” Tommy questioned . “I’m sure Techno and Wilbur would love to hear about how you being to competitive led to your own downfall.” The Naga teased.
“You wouldn’t!” Tubbo exclaimed face growing red.
Tommy gave a sly smile. “Maybe I would.”
Ranboo let out a disappointed sigh as the pair began to bicker and race back to the village, all that had happened already pushed behind them.
Ranboo grabbed hold of Tommy’s golden locks and enjoyed the ride as Tubbo chased behind them.
They’d be having a serious talk about this later, and unlike Tommy, Ranboo most definitely would be telling the Naga’s older brothers what had occurred.
If anything it would help the group to come up with healthy solutions to their problems with instincts, especially with some older experienced adults.
It also wouldn’t hurt to let them know about how to help their little brother and friends.
But for now Ranboo just took a deep breath and laughed alongside his friends. Relishing in their unusual bond of friendship, no matter what problems they faced, the world couldn’t seem to keep them apart.
Summary: Ranboo's officially been de-masked in front of a group of villains. At least that means things can't get any worse...right?
Ranboo drew in a hissing breath between his teeth.
"Would you please sit still? I'm not used to doing stitches on people this small."
That was one of the first things Ranboo learned about Wilbur. He never held anything back. Frankly, it was becoming a challenge for Ranboo to hold back everything he wanted to say in retaliation. He'd been laying there getting stabbed by a needle nearly as tall as him for at least half an hour. Even with the attempt at numbing the area, it felt like an eternity.
"You did stitches on a cat once," the Blood God pointed out. He'd been idly clicking through something on the laptop sitting on the kitchen counter. Ranboo was surprised he'd been paying attention at all given how engrossed he'd seemed it whatever he was reading on that screen.
"You are aware that cats are larger than six inches tall, right?" Wilbur snapped.
"Small is small."
The brunette let out a frustrated huff.
"Phil told you not to bother me."
"He did but he was givin' me those 'don't let Wilbur out of your sight' eyes."
"He was not."
"You just don't notice because he's always got that look."
"Done!" Wilbur announced with a final snip. Ranboo could only assume that meant that was the last bit of thread being cut. Should he be thanking this guy for what he'd done? Sure, he'd tended to his injuries but he was still a villain. Thanking a villain was probably listed on the unspoken rules of being a hero right between being kidnapped by a villain and showing your face to a villain.
He slowly pushed himself to sit upright. His bruises still stung like crazy but at least the majority of his fractures had been dealt with and cuts bandaged. Wilbur never really shared his assessment of Ranboo's injuries but from the repetitive "Yeesh" 's from the villain, he could only imagine there was a lot of work to be done.
Wilbur scooped his jacket up off the back of the couch.
"Where are you going?" the Blood God demanded.
The brunette threw a guitar case over his shoulder.
"Out," he announced vaguely.
"Aren't you supposed to be looking after the kid?"
Wilbur rummaged through the cubbies next to the door until he uncovered a pair of keys from the clutter.
"Phil told me to clean him up. He's about as good as he's going to get so I'm out of here." Wilbur paused on the way out to shoot the Blood God a look over his shoulder. A coy smile tugged on his lips. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be fine until Phil comes back. You're great with kids."
Wilbur managed to yank the door shut behind him just as a dagger lodged itself in the wood where his head was only seconds ago. The brunette's laughter retreated into the night, making way for a tense silence to fall over the house. Ranboo's teeth ground together.
He dared to sneak a peek at the villain sitting only a single room over. It was odd. Ranboo knew that Corvus was a supervillain but he walked around out of costume in his own house. That made sense. Wilbur was a villain by association at the very least but if he worked in the field, he probably had a costume too. Not once had he donned in it while Ranboo was there.
The Blood God, on the other hand, had yet to change out of that signature uniform of his. The cape, the skull, the gaudy boots. The whole package was admittedly a bit too extra to be typical loungewear. If it was all for the sake of ensuring Ranboo was kept on edge then, damn, it was working.
The boar's skull snapped in Ranboo's direction. The abrupt motion caused an instinctual reaction in the sidekick, sending him scrambling to focus on literally anything else in the room. The villain sighed.
"So why's Hero Corps exploiting child labor? Indoctrinating adults into their little cape cult get too pricey?" he asked.
Nothing about that question was accurate but it wasn't like Ranboo was in any position to correct him. He wasn't sure he was in a position to say anything, honestly. So he didn't.
"What, did that one hypno-hero hit you with a tongue tying spell or somethin'? What's he like? Fun at parties?"
The beats of silence passed at an agonizingly slow pace for both parties trapped within the tense atmosphere. The Blood God groaned.
"Come on, kid, give me somethin' here," he practically begged.
Ranboo shifted uncomfortably. There was nothing he could say that he wouldn't be reprimanded for when he got back to HQ. If he got back to HQ. As scary a prospect as that was, the fact that he was more likely to never get home was even scarier.
"W-why the skull mask?" Ranboo tried. Maybe if he couldn't answer questions, asking them would help pass the time a bit quicker for the both of them.
"What, this?" The Blood God asked, drumming his fingernails against hollow bone. Ranboo nodded meekly. The villain's insouciant demeanor went dismal all at once. "It's not a mask. It's just my face."
The sidekick's blood ran ice cold. He couldn't even hide his mortified expression when he turned back to the man in the kitchen. What? How was that even possible? Sure, people got bizarre mutations when super powers started popping up but this had to be one of the strangest ones that Ranboo had ever seen. Not even the attributes of a bore, just its skull where your head should have been? It made his stomach churn thinking about how that worked.
The Blood God snorted.
"I'm messing with you," he chuckled.
He was...oh. The sidekick's shoulders sagged. As indignant as Ranboo was to be toyed with, he had to admit that it was a relief knowing it was all a farce. He hadn't even realized his jaw had dropped open until he shut it with a click. He couldn't help but laugh, though his was more incredulous than a product of the Blood God's sense of humor-if you could even call it that.
"Just thought it was a cool gimmick, I guess. Didn't wanna look like every other loser in a mask and a cape. What about you? They force you to wear that fashion faux-pax of a suit or are you just really into gray?"
"It's a uniform," Ranboo said. He couldn't think of a single sinister thing that the guy could do with that sort of information beyond mocking him a little further.
"Of course it is. Is that where you get your shrinking power from, too?"
Ranboo stiffened. Momentary distraction over. The villain really was just trying to pry info out of him. Of course he was. That was literally his job. He wasn't really as mad at the guy for nearly getting him to give up some top secret Hero Corps info as much as he was at himself for almost doing it.
The way the color drained from Ranboo's face must have given away the answer to that intrusive question all the same.
"Don't mean to sound like a jackass but you don't really handle yourself like a hero who's used to being small. I mean, I did see you get punted across an alleyway so..."
Ranboo fought to keep his expression flat. Maybe that was the reason all those heroes wore masks; to hide just how scared the poor bastards behind them were. Ranboo wished more than anything that his helmet wasn't cracked to pieces so he could shove it back on and leave it there.
"If it's broken, we can try to fix it," the Blood God pointed out.
"No! You can't touch it!" Ranboo blurted, grabbing the suit from beside him and holding it in a white-knuckled grip. The last thing he needed was to hand over some of Hero Corps' most advanced tech to their most dangerous competition.
It took far too long for Ranboo to actually realize what he'd done. When it dawned on him, it hit him like a brick to the teeth. His heart stuttered in his chest. Maybe yelling at his villainous captor wasn't really the smartest idea. He knew what happened when he raised his voice. One of the first lessons he'd learned under Dream's guidance. And that was when he was a fairly normal height.
Standing only a few inches tall in front of someone with far worse intentions than his mentor's, he didn't stand a chance of making it out alive.
"Geez, alright. I was just offerin'," the villain muttered. "Figured this whole thing might be a little easier if you weren't six inches tall."
Sure, like Ranboo was going to believe that this guy had nothing but good intentions towards the hero's sidekick he had in his possession. Then again, he wasn't wrong about his height putting him at a stark disadvantage. At six inches tall, the Blood God could probably just pry the suit out of his hands. As a matter of fact, Ranboo couldn't wrap his head around why he had yet to try.
"Hey, are you-"
Vvv Vvv
Saved by the buzz. Whatever question the Blood God was about to ask was swiftly interrupted by the vibration against the counter. He grabbed his phone. He went tense when he saw the screen. Without a word, he rose to his feet and slid the window behind him open.
He double checked the laces on his boots and the sword sheathed on his hip. Ranboo flinched at the squawk from just beyond the house. Wings beat at the air, a crow dipping in straight through the open window to land on the counter.
"Lead the way," the Blood God instructed.
The black bird tilted its head, turning over its shoulder to stare straight at Ranboo. A chill crawled up his spine at the extra attention.
"Oh, right. You-uh-you stay here," the villain commanded with all the conviction of a man who'd never held a leadership position. "I gotta go help Phil but I'll be back real soon."
Ranboo could only nod in reply. The villain dawdled. He stared at Ranboo a while longer, the sidekick doing his best not to meet the supervillain's sweeping gaze.
"'kay. Let's go," he tried again. The bird let out an ear-shattering squawk before claiming its perch atop the Blood God's shoulder. He slid out the door, ensuring that he clicked the lock into place on his way out.
The hero-in-training swallowed thickly. The silence was even more deafening than before. This certainly wasn't on his bucket list. He was all alone in a supervillain's hideout.
His eyes darted about the vacant space, snagging on the window over the sink. Wait. He was all alone in a supervillain's hideout. The curtains waved in the breeze, beckoning him forward. He'd be a fool not to answer that call.
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College is kicking my butt so upload schedule is insanely chaotic but thank you to everyone who waited for this next part! :)
Tws for: mentions of death, assumptions of death, fires, scars, major character injuries, fear, mentions of insanity, minor character death, death threats, blood. Tis an angsty one boys.
“So Riot, how has your day been?” Riot laughed a bit as Oracle joined him on the edge of the building. “It’s been a f—ing blast, you know? Got some primes, met some women, f—ed up some heroes, and most importantly blew up a bomb.” He responded quickly. Oracle laughed a little.
“Oh wow, that sounds like an eventful day, hm?” He spoke, staring out at the sky with him. “What about you, man?” Riot returned.
“Visited their graves, patrolled the area. Glad it’s a slow day today, it’s pretty hard.”
Oracle had told him a few years back about his fiances. The two had been caught in the middle of a fight between PVP and Gambit, and that’s how Oracle was found as well, scarred from the flames he had tried to save his lovers from.
Today was the anniversary of their deaths.
“If it would make you feel better, I’d kind of like to meet the two who you tell me so much about.” Riot smiled softly from behind the mask. “Yeah. Yeah, we can do this. You know, I think Q would’ve liked to meet you.” Oracle smiled softly in return.
Riot smiled as he let Oracle lead the way, down toward the home they had been staying in. And outside, just underneath the tree, were two graves, marked with little stones.
The bodies hadn’t ever been found, burnt up in the flames.
Riot felt Oracle wrap an arm around him. “You know, you’re like a little brother to me.” He admitted, and Riot watched as he unclipped his mask, holding it in his hand. “Thank you.” Oracle finished. The teen smiled.
“Yeah, of course, big man, we kinda need to stick together. Us against the world.” Riot pulled off his mask. “They’d be proud of us.” Oracle smiled as he spoke.
“They really would be. I mean, we are so cool.” Riot spoke next.
“Come on, let’s go get changed and get some food.” Oracle offered.
- - -
“Gambit, we’ve gotten word from Cerberus, he’s said the coup is almost ready.” Nuclear spoke silently. “Perfect, the sooner Schlatt is overturned, the better. Any word of our little vigilante ‘friends’?” Gambit asked quickly.
“Riot’s starting to comply with Siren a little, I’d expect him to become a full-fledged hero in a few months, as long as the coup is successful.” Nuclear reported.
“And Oracle?” Gambit returned quickly. “Not complying. Won’t even fight the villains. For now, they can’t be too much of an issue as long as they just focus on the civilians.” Nuclear spoke next.
“Get them to comply, or we arrest them. Got it?” The avian spat. “You’ve seen their abilities, no jail could hold them.” The creepertaur returned with concern.
“You’ve seen how they act. I think they’ll be more than willing to comply.” Gambit finished. “Yes, sir.” Nuclear muttered as he turned to leave.
- - -
“So, Toms, I know that living with everyone else is a bit stressful so I figured it would be a good idea to get a break.” Karl smiled at the other, who sat opposite them. “Hey, it’s not that bad big man, I like hanging out with Tubbo and Boob Boy.” Tommy returned with a laugh.
The two laughed happily as they sat at the diner peacefully, waiting for their meals. The two shared jokes, smiling and laughing happily.
Beep beep beep-
“Q?! Sap?! Where are you?!”
He stood up quickly, head shooting around the room while trying to find the two figures.
The groceries he had bought earlier were left at the front door as he trekked through the flames. Karl’s hand covered his mouth as he rushed through the building. “Sap?! Q?! Say some-aH!” He shouted before getting knocked to the ground by a blast. “You couldn’t tell anyone, could you?! Well f— you! Care about someone except yourself for once!”
Why was Gambit here?! He coughed violently as he was hit by a falling piece of the ceiling above him. He was gasping for air now, even as the fire slowly crept up his arm. He felt helpless.
His eyes filled with tears as he tried to free himself, pain spiking by the second. Karl eventually fell limp as his eyes caught on something in front of him.
Quackity’s Beanie-
“Karl!” Tommy shouted, pulling him closer. “T-tommy?” He spoke, blinking rapidly.
“Kar, there you are. Are you okay? You kinda freaked out on me, big man.” The teen worried. “Sorry, I-I don’t know what happened…”
Tommy smiled sadly. “Let’s get back home, alright? I’m sure Eret’ll help you out.”
- - -
“So what happened?” Eret asked as the borrowers tucked Karl into bed for the night. “Right, Karl kind of just blanked out. Like all color in his eyes just drained and he stopped responding after some beeping.”
Eret paused. “I’ll see if I can look back on the situation, go hang out with Tubbo for now, okay?” They smiled, before waving away Tommy and turning away.
“Big man!” He laughed, hearing Tubbo’s voice, jumping up onto the table as he shrunk down to normal height. “So, is everything good?” He asked Tommy who sat down next to Tubbo. “Not really, something strange happened to Karl, and now I think XD’s trying to hunt me down.” Tommy admitted.
Tubbo blinked. “Really?! Does anyone know about XD?!” “Couldn’t bother with Karl today, it’s the anniversary.”
“Tommy, look, if XD catches you, we’ll be so doomed. Everyone else is cool or whatever, right, but you and Karl are the two who cover our a–es the most. Purpled and Aimsey are close though.”
“D— right we are,” Purpled smirked, joining the conversation. “What’s going on?”
“XD’s hunting down Tommy.” Tubbo repeated. “Well, s—.” Escaped Purpled.
“Hey, I’m not that important-” “Tommy, you create explosions from your hands. Tubbo’s a bee. Jack can see through walls. You are one of the few who have useful abilities!” Purpled explained.
“You’re going to be grounded if you keep this talk up.” Ranboo spoke up, arms folded as they leaned against the wall. “You-you can’t just ground me boob boy-”
“I think that’s a good idea honestly, it’ll keep him out of XD’s watch.” Tubbo admitted.
“Great, glad we came to this consensus. Tommy, you’re grounded.” Purpled finished. “What?!”
“You heard me! No patrols!” Purpled informed. “F— you!”
- - -
Karl took a deep breath, adjusting his mask tightly to his face. This was the biggest fight he’d been in.
From his perch on the building, he watched as Cerberus’s wings gave his position in the sky, locked in a fierce battle with Egg. The demon hybrid was fairly powerful, but so was Cerberus.
Time to put on his Oracle persona.
Ha, time.
He mentally slapped himself, now was not the time for puns. He hopped onto the next building, running towards the fire exit. Throwing his body down onto the metal surface to avoid an attack by Egg, he slid down the ladder towards the ground.
He caught himself on the bottom rung, hopping off. Guess he needed to do the thing he was supposed to.
Running towards all of the rubble, he pressed his hands onto the mess as he ran by, moving them back to their original places. This is why so many people thought he had a powerful levitation power.
He ran through the scene, wary of exposing his scar. Things began moving further and went almost everywhere open for Oracle to run through. But he was prepared. Slipping seamlessly through the flying rubble as he took his stand to the side, watching for any victims caught up in the mess.
“Oracle.” The vigilante jumped toward the voice as quickly as he could, hands outstretched.
“The heroes have been looking for you, it's pretty hard to track you down with just a bit of your neck. It was so much easier to hunt down Riot with his prosthetic.” Oracle frowned under his mask, readjusting his collar as Gambit held eye contact. “What do you want with me?”
“Well, I’ve got a few ideas. First, the heroes are planning something and it would be nice to have a levitation user of your strength to help us out. Secondly, you’re an illegal vigilante. Meaning you either help me or get arrested.” Gambit spoke out. “And why would I do that? You and I know I don’t take sides. I’m only doing this for the possible victims. Not for anyone else.” Oracle informed.
“Yes, well, you’d be okay with that if you didn’t use your levitation as well. And that’s a break in the code-” “You didn’t care about the rules until a few years ago, so what the honk happened-” Oracle was cut off as Gambit shoved a hand to his throat.
“Keep that word out of your g–d— vocabulary. You, filthy scum, can never say that again. You aren’t worthy of that word.” The hero spat as the vigilante struggled a bit more. “What, honk-”
Gambit in turn shoved him into a wall, hand still in the death grip around his neck. “Don’t. You. Dare-”
Gambit’s mouth seemed to move in reverse as he backed up, letting go of his neck and returning to the beginning.
“Oracle.” “Hey Gambit.” He spat, standing his vigil, overlooking the chaos of the fight in the skies. Egg was not winning this.
“The heroes have been looking for you, it’s pretty-” “Hard to track me down with just a bit of my neck exposed. I’ve heard that a lot.” Oracle finished. The hero seemed to pause for a moment. “And let me guess, you want me to help you?”
“I-yeah. Two options in this situation-” “Help you or be taken captive. It’s not my first rodeo. And no, I won’t help you or be arrested.” Oracle continued to interrupt as he heard shuffling behind him.
“What, do you want to fight me then? Because now you will.” The hero spoke. “I don’t like breaking my moral code, but I’ll make an exception. I win the fight and you do what I want you to. You win, and you get to go free.” The winged hero bargained.
“Only if there will be no onlookers. No one must be getting caught in the fight.” The vigilante demanded. “This part of the city is evacuated, so you won’t have to worry about another person breaking their moral code.” Gambit hissed out.
Oracle slid to the left, avoiding a right hook from behind. “That was sad.” He turned around, moving quickly around the hero.
Gambit growled, wings spreading– “Karl, you are cracked, how do you preen so well?!” –as he took to the sky, opting for the high ground. Oracle frowned, avoiding a blast of water from Cerberus while also sliding under a shade canopy to run into the building.
Gambit seemed to understand his ideas as the hero swooped down under with him, throwing daggers at the door handle that Oracle had tried reaching for. He hissed, glaring at the hero before disappearing.
Oracle turned around, moving quickly around the hero before pocketing his deck of cards-
Reappearing again he was met with, “What the f—?!” Gambit started, throwing more daggers. “You have backup! Queen is here too, aren’t they?! You cheater.” Oracle just shrugged. Gambit growled, reaching down to grab his pack of cards, only to find them missing.
“What, you missing these?” Oracle held up Gambit’s deck enough so the hero could see, a smile hiding behind the mask. “You b—-.” The hero gritted his teeth, upset at the current situation. “You know you can’t use those.”
“Yeah, I know. But you can’t now either.” Oracle spoke smugly, proud of the situation. “I always have a couple of spares.” Gambit returned, throwing out a ten of spades–the same card that blew up his home–
Oracle was thrown into the air and sent tumbling to the ground. His mask had been shattered on the ground, exposing his face. Pain flared down his arm as the cloak that covered the aforementioned arm seared into his skin. Phantom pains racked his body, forcing him still as his attacker approached him.
He whimpered, forcing his leg to move despite the pure agony his body was experiencing a second time. Blood covered the left side of his face–he didn’t realize he could still bleed from the scar–as tears streamed down and mixed with the red liquid pouring from himself. Not a desirable situation at all.
“I don’t like using that card but now look at what you made me do.” Gambit angrily shot out, standing in front of him. Oracle could barely move his head, but as he did, he and Gambit held a few seconds of eye contact.
That eye contact was enough to throw Gambit off, a devastated look flashing over his features as tears crept out from his eyes.
Without wasting another second, he vanished-
Queen realized something was up when Oracle didn’t respond, so when they heard about the fight between him and Gambit in the city square, they teleported. Everything seemed almost frozen in time before the enderman hybrid wrapped their arms around their friend, teleporting the two back home-
“Karl! What happened-oh g–, someone get Aimsey and Eret, please!” Ranboo shouted into the walls of the seemingly empty house. Mere seconds passed as Karl’s vision began to blur, blood pooling across the room he was left in before two thumps were heard, and Aimsey began to inspect him.
“M’ssed ‘p. G’mbit sa’ m’.” He slurred as Eret ran their hands down Karl’s face, cleaning off the blood with a rag. “It’s okay, let’s just figure this out after. Stay awake, okay?” Eret spoke loudly, placing a cold rag on Karl’s head.
There was a lot of pain running through his body, and yet somehow, he felt like sleeping.
- - -
Gambit sat at his desk with his face buried in his hands. “F—, that couldn’t have been real, f—.” He muttered, thinking back to the fight. That couldn’t have been him. He’d been dead for years. No, Oracle had to be a strong psychic. So not just levitation, but mind manipulation and teleporting. “Nuclear!” Gambit shouted, anger present in his tone.
In only a few seconds, the creepertaur was running into his office. “Yes, Gambit?” “Find Oracle. Arrest them. Do whatever you need to do, but I want them in f—ing jail NOW!” He shouted, slamming his fist angrily against the top of the desk.
“I-im sorry, but we don't have any information on them-” Nuclear tried to say before getting interrupted. “I’m working on that. Now go!” Gambit hissed.
No one would impersonate his deceased fiance on his watch.
- - -
“F0x, nice to see you.” Gambit sat in his office seat, staring at the newcomer. “Didn't know you’d stoop so low, with me being a vigilante and all.” The fox hybrid smirked.
“This is only to help with another case. If I had my way, I'd throw you straight in jail. But I need your help. I need you to look into someone.” Gambit informed, pushing a case towards the now sitting vigilante.
“Case file on…” F0x began before flipping through the pages. “Karl Jacobs. You do realize he's marked as dead, right?” “Oh, trust me, I know. Now just do it.” The hero hissed. Maybe he was a cat hybrid with the amount of hissing he was doing.
F0x nodded, pulling out a tablet and tapping it many times. A few minutes passed before, “Okay, got it.” The hybrid cheered. “Anything new?”
“Bank statements, deposits, withdrawals, a lot of things. Payments on a house too. I can find many examples of those dated within two weeks.” The vigilante spoke, running through the list. “Oh, and one about two days ago at Halo’s. You know, the burger shop on the outskirts of Essempi.”
“So identity theft.” The hero glared at his desk. Someone stole the identity of Karl, and he was not letting that slide. “I'll give you ten seconds to get out of my sight, F0x, before I have you thrown in jail.”
The vigilante wasted no time immediately getting up and running out.
- - -
Karl groaned as his body ached. He wasn't in the best shape but still needed to get up and run his-
“Karl, what the h— do you think you are doing out here right now?” Eret spoke, looking up from their newspaper to stare at him. He would admit it was a bit strange for the blind woman to make eye contact, but due to Eret’s power–Foresight–he could see anything. “Patrols.”
“Purpled is taking your patrols. Go back to the room, you're on bed rest.” “But-”
“Go on.” Karl gave up, sighing and dropping his shoulders before turning and limping back into the room he just exited. “I’ll be in in a little to change your bandages and fix anything else.” Eret finished.
He would admit, it felt nice to be cared for for once.
- - -
“PVP.” Gambit began, staring at the villain. “Gambit.” The fireborn returned with a glare.
“It was fairly easy to find you.” The hero spoke. “What do you want?” The villain returned.
“Someone stole Karl’s identity. And I figured you'd want revenge on them too, so I wanted to bring you along.” The two never broke eye contact. “Besides, I’d never side with a murderer under normal-” “Oh don't you f—ing DARE try any pull this again. You are as much at fault as I am, you a–hole. Not just me. So get your f—ing head out of your a– and see that.” PVP angrily retorted.
“Shut the f— up, everyone knows it's your fault.” “That's because you're the hero and I'm the villain. The whole world believes you couldn't do anything wrong. The only reason I'm even talking to you right now is because someone's impersonated Karl, otherwise I wouldn't put up with your pathetic a–!”
Gambit glared at PVP. “Let's just figure this out already. I still have things to deal with at the tower.”
- - -
“Toms!” Tommy let out an ‘oof’ as the taller man barreled into him. “Where have you been? We missed you!” Wilbur hurried, looking over the boy.
“Sorry, I got grounded.” He admitted. “They couldn't keep me inside though, because I'm such a big man.”
“Why were you grounded, sunshine? I'm sure we'd love to help you with anything.” The taller whispered, pulling him into a hug. “Inside matter.” He whispered into the man's ear.
Wilbur’s breath caught in his throat for a moment. “Come on, Phil's made some pie, I'm sure he'd love to have you try it.” The taller smiled, carrying the boy inside. “Alright, should I get the other two?” “Yeah, it'll affect everything.”
Wilbur nodded, setting Tommy on the couch before running through the house.
The blond looked around, finding the remote and messing with the back of it for a bit before Wilbur came back with Phil and Techno in tow.
“Theseus, what's going on?” Techno started, sitting at his side. Wilbur took to his other side not long after that, smiling at the boy. “I found one of your moles. XD’s been hunting me down.”
- - -
Eret immediately dropped their newspaper to the sound of heavy knocking at the door. With Karl immobile and back at his natural height for the first time in a long while, it was her job to run the house.
He stood up, walked over to the door, and opened it slightly. “Essempi Police, my name is Deputy Chill, may we come in to search your home, please?”
“Do you have a warrant? And a probable cause?” Eret responded quickly. “Yes, we have both.”
“Alright, let me see the warrant.” They opened the door fully, holding out a hand. He was given a paper and scanned it over.
“W-wait, this was issued by-”
“Me. Nice to meet you, Eret Beloved.” Gambit spoke, making eye contact with her. “We have reason to believe that you are harboring vigilantes and a criminal accused of identity theft.”
“I can assure you neither of that is true-” “We know about Riot and Oracle. Now stand aside, Mx. Beloved.” Gambit returned immediately as he interrupted Eret, forcing his way in. “Tell me if you find something.” The hero waved off the officers, who spread out around the house.
“There's no identity theft here, I promise.” Eret defended. “Yeah? Well, Karl Jacobs has been dead for years.”
“No he hasn't-” “And how do you know? Because you see the person who stole his identity all the time?”
“No, because I pulled him out of the burning-” “Found something!” One of the officers shouted, holding out a wallet.
Gambit strode over, taking the wallet and looking over the contents. “How does he have an ID issued last year? Handicapped as well. Bank cards under his name. What the f—?”
“Gambit, sir, we found him.” The hero looked up from the wallet, pocketing it as he turned into Karl’s room. “Wait-” Eret tried, but was immediately ignored.
Gambit stepped into the room, finding a figure smaller than the size of a doll staring up at him–a borrower like Karl. The hero immediately glared at them. “Oracle, you are under arrest for vigilantism and identity theft.” “Wha-”
Gambit reached down onto the bed, grabbing them tightly. “You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you.” The vigilante struggled under his grip as he moved.
- - -
“XD, what are you doing here?” Siren spoke, staring at the person standing next to him. “Tracking Riot.” The addressed hero spoke.
“So you’re tracking a kid? Why?” Siren prodded. “He’s an illegal vigilante.” That was all XD spoke.
“He’s a disabled child. And I’ve seen the reports. You don’t have instructions to hunt him down either. So this is just your sick and twisted game. Why?” Siren scolded. “He’s dangerous.”
“To you. XD, you are under arrest-” The ex-hero glared at Siren through his mask before vanishing into the ground. He’d have to report the changes to the higher-ups now, the hero thought as he groaned.
- - -
“-his f—ing DNA! I-This can’t be him! I refuse to believe it-” “Quackity shut the f— up. The DNA proves it, and the IDs and bank cards prove it. His face is proof! What more do you f—ing need?!”
Karl blinked, slowly waking up. His limbs hurt, his head hurt. He shuffled a bit as he tried to sit up. “A f—ing lot! Oracle’s a f—ing psychic! He knows what he’s doing! You know he died!”
The voices were too loud, he thought to himself as he slid further away, vision slowly fixing itself.
“No one found the body! You found the earring. Besides! He’s got power disabling cuffs on right now, don’t you think if it were true that Oracle manipulated our minds that it would stop?!”
He looked up, staring around himself. Was he in a f—ing birdcage?! Not cool. His body still ached from the battle with Gambit, and if he looked at where he originally lay, he could see blood. Great, he was bleeding again.
“Shut up. You don’t know what I saw.” “Then tell me!”
Oracle cringed as he ripped up his clothing a bit, untying his old bandages to replace them with the pieces of cloth. “Great, you f—ing woke him!” “Oh, you f—er.”
His cage rattled, shaking his body. He dropped the last piece of cloth as he made eye contact with PVP–He watched in agony as Quackity’s beanie burnt with his body before his eyes looked around again and caught the gaze of PVP before black spots littered his vision and he fell unconscious–who glared down at him–wait, he was glaring, why is PVP crying?!
“Hang on little guy.” The villain spoke softly, carefully opening the door. His body seized up as PVP scooped him up in his warm hands. “Gambit, go get a medic, he’s bleeding.” The villain spoke, gently pulling his hand–and Karl–out of the cage.
“You can relax, you know, I’m not going to hurt you.” PVP spoke as he sat down. “Okay, Lemon’s on his way-why did you pull him out.” Gambit growled.
“You shoved the poor guy in a birdcage. If we are going to interrogate him we may as well make him feel comfortable.” PVP spoke with a straight face. “He’s-he’s a criminal!” Gambit returned.
“Shut the f— up and start asking questions.”
Gambit sighed and eventually sat in the seat opposite PVP. “Alright then, fine. What's your name.”
“Karl Jacobs.” “No, it's f—ing not-”
“Gambit, shut up. The lab results said the same thing.” “Well, I don't trust it. How about I do the talking.” The hero hissed. Karl pulled his legs closer to his body as a way to make himself seem even smaller within the hand of the villain but fell onto his side instead.
“Oh, sorry little guy. Let me help you.” PVP whispered, carefully pushing him back up into a sitting position with his finger. “So, if you are Karl then how would you react to this?” Gambit hissed.
Karl brought his attention to Gambit, but the moment he saw his face, his body began to tremble.
Quackity.
- - -
“Well, good news and bad news, XD’s no longer tracking you, Toms!” Wilbur announced happily, walking over to the table where a miniature Tommy stood, carefully scooping the smaller into his hands. “Okay, and what's the bad news?” The borrower asked.
“He kinda just disappeared into the ground…” Wilbur spoke disappointedly. “What-”
“Don't worry Toms, I'll keep you safe in my pocket!” The man smiled, sliding Tommy into his chest pocket. “Look! Pocket brother!” The larger smiled. “Wait, did you just-”
“You're my brother now, all mine.” The hero smirked. Tommy would've returned with a thought, but instead, he felt a buzzing in his pocket. “Hang on Wil, I have a call,” Tommy spoke, pulling out the device. “Oh f—, Eret's calling. Hello?”
“Tommy, where are you?”
“Uh…near the hero building, why?” He was definitely in the hero building right now, Siren brought him there.
“Gambit just arrested Oracle, we need your help. He should just be in the building.”
“Wait-Oracle, the one who managed to evade the public eye even when he was out saving civilians…has now been arrested by Gambit?! What the f—?!”
“Gambit and Oracle got into a fight where Oracle's mask was broken, and somehow with just that, he knew just who Oracle was.”
“I guess I’ll see what I can do…thanks Eret.”
Tommy hung up, staring up at the hero who was trying–and failing–to hide the fact that he was curious.
“Oracle’s been arrested…”
- - -
Put back inside the birdcage, Karl cried to himself with his hands covering his face. This whole situation was terrible. Gambit was treating Karl like he was a terrorist, PVP–who’s a villain–was treating him with so much care that it made him wish to see his fiances again, and to top it off Gambit looked just like Quackity.
Lovely.
He cried to himself, alone like usual. “Hey, Oracle?” The borrower looked up, making eye contact with PVP from across the room. “I don’t agree with how Gambit’s been treating you but I can’t prove your innocence. Is there anyone who we can talk to who’ll be able to prove that you are? Innocent, I mean.”
“If anyone would be able to, ask Eret Beloved. They’ll be able to tell you everything.” The borrower admitted. “Eret Beloved…alright, I’ll tell Gambit that… I-I’m sorry that you had to go through all that.” PVP smiled.
“It’s alright.” Oracle returned. “If you don’t mind me asking, why did you react like you did?” Karl’s eyes widened as-as-
As he placed the stones under a tree near his new house. “Karl, what are you doing out here?” He watched as Eret approached him. His bandaged half ached to sit down, pain flaring with every movement. “Making their graves.”
“Who’s?” “My fiances. They died in the fire. The government may not even realize they’ve died. And yes, I’ve sent in death reports.” He spoke, fingers twitching painfully.
“Oh Karl…” Eret spoke softly, treading carefully over the situation. “They didn’t even find the bodies-” Karl muttered before breaking into tears, wrapping his free arm around Eret, grasping for comfort. “I see their faces everywhere-I hate them, I hate them all-”
The blind man carefully shushed Karl, pulling the injured man into a hug–extra careful with his burned half–as they provided comfort. “I know, it’s hard. Let’s get you sat down, and I could make you some hot cho-” “Nothing hot, please-”
“Okay, that’s fine! I’ll make you some cold tea, okay?” They corrected, running a hand through the remains of the fluffy hair. “Let’s head inside, alright?”
“Karl, hey you back with me?” He blinked back into reality, finding himself sitting on PVP’s hand. “So-sorry…”
“It’s okay. Would you be willing to tell me or-” “Eret will.” The vigilante commented quickly.
“Okay. That’s okay. Do you want to hang out with me before Gambit and I go talk with Eret?”
“Sure.” He whispered, pulling his legs into himself, struggling to drape his cuffed arms over his limbs.
“Alright. Hang on, okay?” For being a villain, PVP was quite nice.
But he still hated the man. And Gambit.
Okay maybe not totally, but he still held a bit of a grudge.
“I’m not allowed to go around without a chaperone, so I need to wait for someone to come get me,” PVP informed, pressing a button with his free hand. The villain–almost like he had practice–moved Karl around a bit to feel out his scar. “How did you get these?”
“It’s one scar, a long one.” “Oh…sorry.” The villain apologized.
“It’s fine. It came from a fire. Eret’ll tell you. I don’t think I’m able to talk about it yet.” “I get that.”
PVP was so gentle and so kind when caring for him, he didn’t understand why. It made no sense, this was such a stark difference from the villain who murdered his fiances and nearly killed him.
Karl didn’t like it, but he liked the care. It reminded him of the care Sapnap gave him.
“Here we go.” The villain whispered enough for him to hear as the door opened. “Daisy, how are you?” He asked, standing up slowly. “I’m fairly well, thank you for asking. Are you allowed to bring Oracle out?”
“Not really, but the poor guy has been having breakdowns the entire time so I figured some time outside of the cell and questioning would help him.” “Aw, poor little guy.” The cold skin of the heroine’s finger pulled him back to reality as she patted his head.
“Gambit won’t shut up about how Oracle’s just so wrong.” “Oh yeah, I know. I’ve got to tell him that we’ve got more proof of Oracle’s innocence.” Karl watched from his perch in the villain’s familiarly calloused hands as the two began to walk. The hallways were fairly large, and standing a silent watch over their room was Nuclear. A smart choice of guard from what Karl knew of the hero.
Daisy took them through a single lap around the floor, the fish hybrid talking about different parts of the place–it was the hero tower’s interrogation floor, where two others were being investigated by Rose and Tulip–and eventually were brought back to their room.
PVP smiled softly as he approached the cage. “Sorry, I need to put you back in now. I have to talk to Gambit and he’d throw a fit if he knew I took you out-”
The villain was interrupted as an explosion rocked the building. Karl was slid quickly into the cage as PVP stood away. When the dust cleared, he stared at the masked faces of Riot, Bee, and Queen.
“Break in, room 3-7.” Daisy shouted into her comm. PVP’s hands lit into flames, preparing for a fight. Queen appeared to the side of the cage with Bee, who immediately busted the cage open before the two were forced to retreat by PVP, who threw fire at them.
“I didn’t know the heroes would even think of getting help from villains.” Riot smirked. Karl stood at the new opening in the cage, thinking his options out. He took a breath, banging the cuffs against the exposed shards of metal, breaking them open.
He jumped out of the cage, using the fight as a way to hide his escape. Before reaching the ground he grew to human height, just as PVP spotted him. “Oracle…hey, let’s talk this out, okay?” Turning to the villain who was covered by Daisy, who threw blasts of water at the vigilante trio.
PVP’s face morphed into devastation as the two held eye contact. He thought through the options. Stay and get picked apart by Gambit, or go with the three and hang out at the safe house for a bit.
The villain reached for his hand before Karl pulled back, stepping back towards the vigilantes. “Karl, wait.” Oracle froze, staring at PVP. That voice-
“Okay, time to go!” Queen shouted from behind him, grabbing his shoulder. “Wait-” Soon enough, the world fizzed around him and Karl felt the familiar buzzing. Queen had teleported him.
The group appeared in the safe house moments later. “No-no f—!” He shouted, pulling away from the three. “Karl! Are you okay? What did they do to you?!” Tommy asked as he dropped his mask.
He paced back and forth, trying to make sense of the situation.
“Gambit was there, he looked like Quackity, PVP sounded like f—ing Sapnap, I want it to stop-” Tommy ran up and hugged the man. “It’s okay, you’re not there anymore, it’s just fine. Stay here and lay low, they won’t find you again. Aimsey’ll be here in a bit, promise.” Tommy spoke, hugging Karl tightly.
“Thanks, Toms.” He smiled, eventually letting the teen go.
- - -
“Queen kidnapped Oracle. I promise no communication escaped this tower. Someone must’ve known from the outside.” PVP reported as he sat with Daisy in Gambit’s office.
“Look, PVP, you aren’t taking this as seriously as you should. Oracle stole Karl’s identity-” “Gambit, the IDs, DNA tests, the fact that Oracle’s a borrower, and bank cards say the same thing. That has to be him-”
“Unless I have a witness’s testimony I won’t believe anything.” Gambit spoke stubbornly. “Oracle mentioned a witness. Eret Beloved?” PVP spoke with a hopeful tone.
Gambit took a deep breath, trying his hardest to stay calm. “Fine. We’ll talk to Eret. Let’s go. Daisy, you are dismissed.”
- - -
“Alright Eret Beloved, tell us how you met Karl. The whole story.” Gambit began as PVP’s hand snuck its way into Gambit’s grasp. “Karl? Well, it started when my Foresight started showing me visions of someone I didn’t know. So the more I looked into them, the more clearly it showed how I would meet him.” They began.
Gambit began writing things down. “And what’s your foresight? For reference?” “It’s my power, it lets me see the future. I can’t turn it off so I always have visions.” Eret informed.
“I see. Continue.” Gambit spoke as he wrote things down.
“Right. A few years ago I was walking down the sidewalk when I saw smoke, just like one of the visions. So I ran towards it and was met with a burning house. I went to the side and peeked through a window and saw the same person I’d been seeing in the visions, so I jumped into the place and pulled him from the rubble.” They spoke.
“Do you know the day?” Gambit asked.
“January 12th. But I’m sure you know when it was too, seeing as he told me you two were there.” Eret spoke as they glared at the hero.
Gambit glared at the woman in front of him. “Enough sass, just continue with the story.”
“I pulled him out of the house and took him to my place to see if the healer there could do something. They were able to do a little, but it wasn’t enough so I took him to the hospital.” Eret continued.
“Okay, and were his emergency contacts called?” PVP asked hopefully. “No. Karl lost his family at a young age.” They answered quickly.
“Was there anyone else on the emergency list? Like fiances or anything?” PVP asked. “Nope. No one else.”
“Karl hadn’t added us to the list because it was only for immediate family, you f—ing moron.” Gambit whispered into the villain’s ear. “Shut the f— up.”
“How did you pay for the hospital fees?” Gambit asked. “Due to the nature of the people in the house, I knew to set up an emergency fund, just in case.” They responded.
“D—, Karl was right, you are the nicer one. As I was saying, we went to the hospital. Karl was unconscious for a few days, but when he woke up it was a mess. First off, no police came in to question, no one gave us a paper to sign for an incident report to go on your records. I mean, how f—ed is this system? With each fight between heroes and villains, almost hundreds of people are admitted into the hospital and aren’t allowed to say anything against the people who hurt them so badly.”
Eret sighed, taking a deep breath. “Sorry, that was a bit of a rant. The hero system is f—ed for the victims.”
Gambit took a few notes on his paper again.
“When Karl woke up, I asked him what happened. It took so long to get it out of him because it was so fresh, but I got the whole story. He had seen his house on fire and thought his two fiances were still inside. And then he saw you two so he dropped his groceries immediately and ran inside. He couldn’t find them and eventually got trapped under rubble. That’s where he not only saw just how cruel you were, PVP, but where he also found one of his fiance's beanies.”
Gambit stiffened while PVP’s hand held tightly onto Gambit’s. PVP’s other hand flew up to his mouth as tears threatened to fall from his eyes.
“Karl figured they were dead because Quackity–the one who owned the beanie–never left without it. He hated you two from the moment he woke up, and let his tragic story lead him into his life of vigilantism. He promised that no one would suffer like how his fiances did. I gave Karl a home to stay at where he offered to help with payments and such. He got his scars–which he hates–and the doctor tells us that they probably won’t ever fade and that we were lucky to take him straight to a healer or else he’d have been unable to do anything like talk or walk or such.”
“And were death reports ever filed?” Gambit asked as he held his emotions inside. “Multiple. The government never looked into it. Karl never got closure, even if he was stuck on bedrest while mourning. We have never heard a word about the situation since then.” PVP was having a hard time with the information, bursting into hushed sobs. Gambit knew they wouldn’t be able to handle this much longer–he was not going to cry about this later.
“What hurts the most about this is that one of my visions shows him reuniting with his fiances, but they are dead. I can’t hold onto this pain anymore but I can’t tell him.”
“Thank you, Eret. You are dismissed.” The man nodded, standing up and exiting the room. “Gambit,” PVP choked out, “I-I don’t want to be a villain a-anymore.”
“I know-” The two embraced, holding each other tightly as if in the next moment the two would be stripped from each other. “He-he was alive the whole time-oh g–, Q, this is f—ed-”
“It is Sap, it is. We need to fix this.” Quackity whispered as he slowly calmed himself down. He knew Sapnap was a bit more emotional than he was.
- - -
Karl sat alone in the alley next to the coffee shop he just come from, sipping at his drink. His back laid against the wall–his head followed suit as he stared into the blue sky, the same sky that had taunted him since that day–as his arms lay on his knees.
“Mind if I join you?” Someone asked from the entrance of the alley. “Yeah, sure, whatever.” He returned, adjusting himself so his scarred arm lay against the concrete–it had started to feel too hot on that side–and his other hand held the cup loosely.
“What are you doing sitting back here, don’t you want to sit up front?” They asked. “No, I think I’d prefer sparing everyone from seeing this monstrosity.” He returned as he heard the newcomer sit down next to him.
“Why do you say that?” They asked sincerely. “Well, you know kids. They scare easily. If I were to sit in the open some kids would see me and get terrified, so some parent would go inside to complain about the man with the scars so I’d get kicked out. I’d prefer to still be able to get my drink, you know?” He rambled a bit.
“Oh, I see. Are you not proud of them?” The stranger pried. “Why would I? They’re just a symbol of my mistakes.” He muttered, readjusting his left sleeve to hopefully cover the scars better.
“Oh. Well, I like them-” They tried to compliment before Karl interrupted. “Can we please move on from this? It’s not very nice to pry into some random stranger’s past.”
“Sorry, sorry. What drink is that?” They asked next. “Iced tea, very cold.” He returned.
“Why don’t you get it warm?” They asked with concern. “Why do you think?” He shot back, adjusting himself to get ready to stand up. His body was buzzing uncomfortably, and his chest was heavy. “Look, if you keep doing this I’ll just leave.”
“I’m sorry, please stay.”
He sighed, letting his legs lay out on the cold ground. “Okay fine.”
Silence struck the two as they sat in the alley. “I didn’t get your name.” Karl finally spoke. “I-I’m sorry, I thought you could see me, I thought you knew who I was.”
“I wish I could see you but I’m kinda blind in that eye so-” He spoke as he turned his head to look at the stranger, before cutting himself off.
He dropped his drink, jumping to his feet. “No, no stop. Oh no, I’m going insane now, aren’t I…” Karl muttered, staring directly at the face of Sapnap, hand covering his mouth. “No! No, it’s okay, this is real!” ‘Sapnap’ spoke, sliding his hand into Karl’s. It was warm and welcoming, just like how he remembered.
“Karl, darling, baby. It’s me, I promise. Would you let me prove it to you?” Sapnap’s melody, his aura was so welcoming, practically begging Karl closer. “How would you do that?”
“Ask me something only I would know. I’ll prove it. Please love.” Tears streamed down his face as he choked out a simple sentence.
“What-what did I do to Quackity when I first met him.”
Sapnap teared up, laughing softly. “You dumped your soda on him because he wouldn’t stop flirting with you. Made me realize just how much I was in love with you-” Sapnap’s reminiscing was interrupted as Karl barreled into the man. “Oh my prime, it’s you, it’s you!” He cried out. “I thought you were dead! What happened to you!”
“It’s a bit of a long story. Gambit kind of told me that someone was ‘impersonating’ you but it was just you!” He pressed their foreheads together as the fireborn pulled Karl off of his feet, now fully protected in his arms.
“I missed you so, so much…” Karl whispered, relaxing into the fireborn’s hold. “I know, I know. I did too.” The fireborn returned, holding him so closely.
“Where’s Q?” “He’ll be with us soon, promise. How about I take you home?” Sapnap offered. And who was Karl to refuse?
“Okay.” He muttered, filled with warmth he hadn’t felt in so long.
- - -
“Toms! Where’d you go?” Wilbur asked teasingly. “Over here, Wilb—-.” Tommy smirked, arms folded as he stood on the table.
“There’s my little brother!” The taller man cheered, running over and picking him up. “You’re so tiny, my little bitty brother.” The man smiled as he held the borrower up to his cheek.
Wilbur promptly moved to the living room couch, flopping down on the cushion belly up. The larger brit rested Tommy on his chest, letting the other lay as he moved a hand over to cover him up.
“Do you have a family?” “I kind of do. I live in a place with a bunch of friends. Most of us are orphans there.”
“Oh yeah? You’re disabled and an orphan, hm?” Wilbur asked. “Yeah, why? I’m such a big man that it doesn’t bug me!” Tommy returned with faux-confidence.
“Well then, if it doesn’t bug you I guess Phil doesn’t have to adopt you. It’s a shame, really-” “What-Wilbur, what?” Tommy pushed himself up, hands buried in the yellow fabric cushioning him.
“Yeah, Phil wanted to adopt you. You’ve been with us for so long, so when Phil came across your file and saw that you didn’t have any family he took it on himself to personally adopt you.”
“This has to be some sick joke, you can’t be serious.”
“But I am Toms, I am. So is Phil and Techno. We want you to stay with us, Toms. What do you say?” The borrower didn’t have a response, instead opting to cry it out.
“Please-please Wilby, I-i’d love it.”
- - -
Eret watched as a strange man burst through the door. “Hello…? Can I-” “Oh, you must be Eret. My name is Sapnap. Karl kinda got tired on the way here, so I’ll just be in his room.”
Eret watched in confusion as the man went into Karl’s room, holding a resting borrower in his hand.
- - -
Karl woke up from the best dream he’d ever had. He opened his eyes and tried to lift himself off of the mattress only to be met with the realization that it was real as he lay pressed against the fabric of Sapnap’s shirt.
His fiance, one of the two he thought were dead, was alive and promising that Quackity was too. That felt so relieving, yet heartbreaking to him.
Did Sapnap still love him? Or did he only pretend because Quackity and Sapnap became closer than ever while Karl no longer became a part of their lives? How did Sapnap even find his house?
“Amor, I can hear your thinking.” The accented voice of his second fiance rang out, who slowly pried his miniature form from Sapnap’s body. Even in sleep, the fireborn missed him, opting to roll over on his stomach instead.
Endearing.
Karl was brought close to Quackity, who he still didn’t believe was real. The avian merely smiled and pressed a kiss to his face. “I missed you, mi amor.” The Mexican whispered. “I missed you too Q. I-i still don’t think this is real-”
“Eret knows it’s real, I had to have a long f—ing talk with them about the two of us.” The avian laughed a bit at the situation. “Now what’s on your mind?”
“Nothing-” “Karl, shut the f— up. You’re the most transparent of the three of us. Care about yourself for once, please.”
“Fine. I was just worried that all of this was an act. I mean, you two did have a few years alone together, so why would you want me back?” The borrower asked, tears peeking out from his eyes. Quackity’s slender fingers carefully wiped the liquid away.
“We would never pretend, amor. If I’m honest, Sap and I had a…bit of a fallout after everything happened. Losing you meant we lost a part of ourselves, and we simply couldn’t deal with it.” The borrower teared up again, hugging Quackity’s thumb tightly. “It’s okay, let it all out. We’ll be here every step of the way. We’ll never leave again.”
“Wha’s goin’ on?” Sapnap muttered, slowly rolling back over to face them again. “Nothing you a–hole, we were having a good talk, but you had to go and ruin it!” Karl knew there was no malice in those words because there never was.
The fireborn didn’t like that answer apparently, opting to immediately sit up and fall over onto Quackity’s shoulder, who struggled to handle the weight of the other. “Get off of me!” The avian shouted playfully, standing up quickly which made Sapnap lose his spot and fall on the bed.
“F— you!” “Hey! There are others in this house!” Karl quickly reprimanded. Quackity blinked for a little before it clicked in his mind.
“Oh, right, sorry Karlos.” Quackity apologized before lifting the borrower back up to his face and planting a big kiss on Karl’s.”Hey! I want to kiss him too!” Sapnap interrupted with a whine.
“No, you don't get to.” Quackity taunted, holding the little borrower away from the fireborn. “Why not!” Sapnap returned, absolutely devastated.
“Because you can't.” Quackity stuck his tongue out at the fireborn, who apparently couldn't take no as an answer because he immediately stretched himself out and stole Karl right off the avian's hand.
“Hey!” Quackity gasped with betrayal. “How could you, I was giving him cuddles.” Sapnap simply laughed and began snuggling the borrower. Karl just laughed at the whole ordeal. “Okay! Okay! Come on, I want you guys to meet my friends!” The fireborn rolled his eyes with a smile and slid Karl down onto the bed, who immediately grew to human height and stood up, taking one of Sapnap and Quackity’s hands into his own to pull them out of the room.
“Karl! See, Purpled, I told you he was up!” Tubbo immediately announced, running into the taller.
“Tubso! Hey bud, how did you sleep?” “Really good! I had a dream of Tommy, Ranboo, and I sitting on a bench and listening to music! It was a bop!” Karl laughed, hugging the boy.
“Tubso, these are Sapnap and Quackity, my fiances.” Karl introduced, pointing to them. Tubbo thought for a moment before his eyes sparkled with excitement. “Karl! That's so awesome! Do you think any of them want to fire nukes with me?” The bee hybrid bounced.
“Maybe, maybe not, I don't know. How about you go round up everyone so I can introduce them?” “Oh yeah! I can do that big man!” Tubbo announced proudly before excitedly running away.
“Tubbo’s a bit excited. Let's go sit at the table, I'll pull out some foldable chairs.” The man smiled happily. “That sounds awesome.” Sapnap smiled. The two were led into the dining area. Karl opened a closet door, pulling out two foldable chairs. He set them up next to the chair with his name on it. Within moments the teens of the house ran into the room, each taking their respective seats. Karl and Eret sat at opposite ends of the table. Eret pulled out two apple pies and set them out on the table, letting everyone get their breakfast.
“So, any fun things that happened yesterday?” Eret asked, dishing herself a slice. “The Minecrafts are adopting me today.” Tommy announced. Karl looked over at him with a wide smile.
“Toms! That's awesome, I'm so happy for you!” He commented happily. “You'll have to remember to visit us.” “Yeah, big man! Just because you have a family now doesn't mean you can forget about us!” Tubbo commented after, wrapping the boy in a hug.
Eret made eye contact with Karl while the other teens congratulated Tommy. Once the table once again settled down, they cleared their throat to speak. “And who are these two?” She asked, eyeing him with a smirk.
Sapnap gripped his hand as Karl took a breath. “Everyone, these are Sapnap and Quackity, my fiances.” Silence hung in the air, the tension growing quickly. “Look, great reunion and all, but Karl, you said they were dead.” Purpled commented with suspicion.
“I-I know, but they aren't! Sapnap found me yesterday in the alley-” “Have you considered this could be fake?” Purpled returned. Karl was at a loss. He knew it was true, he did, and he could feel it. But what if it wasn't?
“Purpled, do you think I'd let the two in knowing they would just be using him?” Eret answered, and Karl let out a shaky breath. Eret knew. They always did. “And since Karl has a lack of parents I will be stepping in. If any of you two hurt him, let's just say no one will find your bodies.” She smiled, straightening herself in the chair.
Karl burst into laughter as Tubbo bounced in the seat. “Could I nuke them, please, please, please?” “Tubbo no-” Ranboo began, trying to calm the bee down.
“I'm down,” Tommy smirked. “I'm always happy to blow s— up.” The three at the head of the table burst into laughter. “I’d love to see you try, honestly.” Quackity commented as he looked over at Sapnap.
Karl caught his breath again, calming down and relaxing into his chair, holding his fiances' hands tightly. It felt incredible to have the two back.
And yet his mind filled with dark thoughts as everyone else seemed to talk amongst each other. He finished his breakfast and waited until everyone finally left to clean it all up.
“Hey man, what’re you thinking?” Aimsey asked as they approached him from behind, startling him. “Sorry, sorry, it's nothing.” He commented, pulling out the roll of aluminum foil.
“I'd hate to say it but I could see your feelings from across the table, and my power is healing.” She commented, resting a hand on his arm–because they were too short to reach his shoulder.
“I-I guess I'm just feeling bad. My whole purpose in being a vigilante is to make sure no one else suffers like how my fiances did, but I don't even think they had a struggle! I-I don't know, I'm just feeling like I'm not worth anything now because I've lost any purpose I ever thought I had.” He ranted, wrapping the remaining pie in foil.
He had silence to think while he put the pie to the side and started washing the dishes.
“Karl, I promise that it's not true. You've done so much for everyone, whether or not your motives held. You've changed so many lives and saved so many people with that simple phrase. Just because you found out just barely that your fiances are still alive and shockingly uninjured doesn't make your work any less valid.” The healer smiled, wrapping him in a hug.
“You've done so much for everyone, so now it's time to let someone help. Go visit your fiances, I'll handle the dishes.” They finished with a smile, attempting to shove him aside. Karl laughed softly and hugged Aimsey before wandering off to find the two.
- - -
Karl paced the room, holding his new mask in his hands. It had been two weeks since he'd been reunited with his fiances, and now he needed to break the truth to them.
He couldn't find many more excuses for coming home late with bruises and cuts all over him.
Curse HD.
But how would he even tell them?! ‘Hey guess what, I'm secretly a highly wanted vigilante who is pretty overpowered-’ No, no that one won't work, it would just make the two immediately call the cops. And he did not want to see Gambit again.
He'd been watching the hero when he was on patrol while also being a witness to PVP’s redemption in becoming a hero. It made him feel slightly better that his interrogation had helped turn the villain to the right, but also made him feel worse.
Finally, Karl sucked in a breath and clutched his shirt as he opened the door and stepped into the living room where he had heard the two hanging out a few moments earlier.
What he saw was something he never would've thought he'd ever see.
Karl dropped his mask as he stared in shock at Sapnap and Quackity who were now staring at him with panic, dressed up in hero outfits. And not just any hero outfits, but Gambit and PVP.
“W-what the f—...?” He whispered, filled with fear and betrayal. “Karl, wait, it's not what-no it's exactly what it looks like-please let us talk this out-” Sapnap began, slowly approaching him. Karl's breath caught in his throat as he took a step back, away from the two.
“It-it was you…?” He barely mustered, tears threatening to escape. “Amor, wait-”
“It was you two-I-i thought you two were in danger-you two locked me up-you knew-” He struggled, trying to find the words to say in the moment. “I-I know, Amor, and I'm sorry, but we can talk this out-”
“No-no-I-just no, I don't want to talk about this-” Karl choked out, retreating into his room as quickly as he could. He locked the door behind them.
“Love, can we please talk about this-” “Leave me alone!” He choked out, slamming his back against the farthest wall as he interrupted Sapnap. “Leave me alone.” He cried to himself, hearing shuffling from outside.
He cried alone in that room for hours before he eventually passed out from his lack of water.
- - -
“Karl, you need to eat something, please come out…” Ranboo spoke, knocking on the door. “No, go away.” The other responded from the other side. They sighed, staring hopefully at Tubbo.
“He hasn't come out all day, and his fiances haven't been around at all. What do we do?” They asked the bee. “I think Purpled is going in soon, he's going to try and convince Karl to eat.” Tubbo spoke sadly, staring at the door.
“I’m glad someone's trying to do something. Eret's gone out looking for someone–probably his fiances–in their vigilante gear so someone f—ed up.” Aimsey commented. “It's just so sad to see him like this.”
Ranboo nodded, pulling Tubbo away. Aimsey stood at the door for a few moments before eventually stepping away.
- - -
Eret stared out from their perch on a tall building, looking out for two people. They should've seen this coming, they saw everything but that moment.
But finally, their eyes landed on the fiery orange of PVP. She sprung into action, running across the roof and leaping onto the next. He landed roughly but continued, eventually sliding down the side of the small shop, and landing next to the two.
“You couldn't even last two weeks without f—ing it all up, huh?” They began, walking towards their huddle. Gambit jumped back while PVP stood his ground. “I-we didn't mean to, he just saw us like this.”
“I was serious about my threat.” They returned, pulling out an extendable cane. “Wait, no please, we didn't mean to-”
Prince made a move, throwing their cane in the air and slamming it against Gambit’s head. The hero shouted in alarm as he was thrown into the ground. “Wait, wait, Prince! Please, we promise we are just trying to fix this, we are figuring out a plan!” PVP defended himself quickly.
“How. What are you planning on doing to fix this mess?” They spit, letting their cane rest against the ground. “I-Q had a gift he never got to give to Karl, we thought we could use it as a peace offering so we could talk it out.” The ex-villain spoke quickly.
“What is it?” “It’s a necklace, a choker with our initials and birthstones. Karl had done so much for us when I had it commissioned, so I wanted to show our appreciation for him.” Gambit spoke as he pushed himself up off the ground and pulled out a little bag.
Prince took it quickly and opened it up. Sure enough, inside was a black choker. If he looked hard enough they could see silver inside. The vigilante let out a breath, closing the little bag and handing it back. “Fine. We’ll go now.” They spoke, walking away towards the house.
- - -
“Karl, buddy, do you want to talk?” Karl heard Eret ask through the door. “No, leave me alone.”
Karl was alone, the people he thought he could trust weren’t who they said they were. He glanced at the cracker Purpled had left him on the bed, telling him to take a break from being a human and rest.
He didn’t.
“Amor, we have something for you if you’d let us talk it out.” “No,” He said, “I don’t want to talk. This was just a ploy to get me arrested, wasn’t it.”
“No, no, baby, it’s not, I promise. We wanted to tell you on our own, so I’m sorry you had to deal with that. Would you let us talk it out?” Karl thought for a moment. “Maybe…but not now.” He returned quietly.
“That’s okay baby. Would you want us to text you later? We won’t bring it up unless you want us to.” “Please.” Karl started crying again, finally happy to have a middle ground.
“We love you, amor. No matter what.” Quackity finished.
And finally, after spending a whole day against the same wall from last night, he stood up on unsteady feet and flopped onto the bed. He let himself shrink back to his normal size, lying on his back.
“Let’s just see what happens.” He whispered, closing his eyes.
- - -
“So the moles in the commission have been identified thanks to Blaze and Saint, and the coup is almost ready. Is Riot ready to go?” Gambit began in his office. “Theseus is good to go. May I ask who Blaze and Saint are for reference?” Cerberus asked.
“PVP and Egg. The two have been willing to comply with everything we’ve asked of them. Saint remains in the custody of the commission for the time being, and Blaze is to remain with me.”
Gambit returned. “Sounds good. How are we going to start this?” Cerberus asked quickly.
“I’ve had Nuclear and Tulip set up a fake distress signal in an old warehouse. The two say that we should be able to send it out and start tomorrow.” Gambit informed. “Great. And the moles?” Cerberus spoke.
“We have listed down Toast, Marmalade, HD, XD, and Schlatt himself.” Gambit read. “Wait, you can’t be serious.”
“I’m being completely serious.” “Do we have any more backup? The heroes that aren’t will not be enough to handle this.” Cerberus got noticeably more anxious.
“Well, the Flower Girls are helping, all of them. We’ve also got the Happy Crew. Frogger’s offered as well.” Gambit spoke. “Oh, so you’re finally accepting the help of vigilantes?”
“Shut the f— up. Thankfully I think this is all of the new information. I’ve got another group I want to try and see if I can get some help from, but I’m unsure of how that’ll work out.” He finished.
“Alright, just tell me how it goes, okay mate?”
“Got it, thanks, Phil.”
- - -
“Alright, everyone! We have some work to do.” Karl announced, gathering everyone around the round table in the living room. “So Eret and I have done some conversing, and we’ve got a big issue. The hero commission is going through with a coup tomorrow and they won’t make it without our help.”
“So that's where we come in. Let’s go through the plan.”
- - -
Sapnap approached the door slowly, knocking on the door. “Hello?” He asked slowly. The lights were off, but he figured that at least someone would be home. “Hey, it’s Sapnap, I have a question.” The fireborn asked again.
He sighed after no one answered for a few minutes, eventually opting to set a small bag on the doorframe with a note addressed to Karl.
“Well, if anyone’s here there’s something on the door for Karl.” He finished, leaving the house feeling defeated.
- - -
Blaze smiled confidently as he grabbed Gambit’s hand from where they hid in the rafters. They both knew the likeliness that they came out of this alive, yet they were willing to fight the battle for the betterment of the future.
Soon enough they watched as the group of five stepped into the building. “You can come out.” HD spoke immediately.
F—, they forgot about his mind powers.
“What-” Toast started before he was immediately wrapped up in vines. Marmalade made a move to free his partner, only to be pounced on by a tiger. HD was thrown in the air by a blast of wind, while XD blocked a blast of water.
“Great going Flower Girls!” Blaze shouted as he hopped off the beam, spreading his wings. Gambit followed closely, being followed by Saint and the Happy Crew.
Red Devil quickly set Diamond down on the ground, the two falling into their normal formations as Saint followed suit. XD growled as he created a pillar of cement to trap Daisy. The poor heroine managed to barely avoid getting her gills covered.
Gambit threw a trap card at XD who dodged it easily. What he didn’t dodge was the fireball aimed towards his head. “F—! PVP! You traitor!” “It’s Blaze now, f—er!” The fireborn laughed, continuing to hold the air with Gambit.
“What, did you get fancy-talked into becoming a hero?” XD taunted. “No, I just had a change of heart.” He smirked.
The brunet glared through his mask towards the fireborn before launching a knife at the man. He couldn’t get down quick enough, the cold metal slicing through his wing.
“F—!” He shouted as he fell to the ground. Gambit glared, throwing his explosion card, followed by a multitude of other cards.
“Tulip!” Gold shouted after she screamed, covering Toast in gold as he ran to the woman’s side. “What did he do to you?”
“Where the f— is SBI?!” Gambit shouted out.
“Where do you think?” Schlatt spoke, finally stepping into the light. “It was easy to trap them in prison.” The ram hybrid smiled cruelly. “Honestly. For some of the best heroes they are terrible at that.”
Perfect-
You are a traitor.
Get out of my head, George.
You couldn’t even protect your fiance, Karl was it?
Shut up, George.
What makes you think you can protect anyone else?
Shut up!
You are weak. You can’t even save a single person.
I can! I can! Shut up and get out of my head!
You are a sad, pathetic excuse for a human being Sapnap. You shouldn’t even be alive.
He cried as his vision came back. The fight was a mess. Gambit lay on the ground next to him, knocked unconscious. The other heroes were spread through the place in various places.
They hadn’t even stood a chance.
“This is what you heroes get for daring to fight us.” Schlatt smiled cruelly. “XD, if you would?”
Sapnap watched as the man stepped forward, prepared for a clean wipeout.
“Hey d—head, behind you.”
Sapnap smiled as he watched Riot blast the man in the back of the head with a concentrated explosion, knocking the man out. “Riot!” “It’s Theseus now, b—-!” The vigilante cheered.
“Alright everyone, you know what to do.”
Sapnap gasped, trying to push himself up off the ground as he saw Karl’s ever-familiar boots step in front of him. “Leave Schlatt for me.” He commanded. “Wha-Karl, no you can’t fight Schlatt, you can’t affect him, he has training against every type of power!” He warned.
“Relax, Sap, I doubt he’s seen a power like mine.” His fiance spoke with confidence. Quackity shuffled behind him as Goose ran up to the avian’s side and began to heal him.
Sapnap watched Queen team up with Bee against Toast, Shade vanish off to face HD with Prince, and Theseus run off to face Marmalade. “Take a break and watch the show, you two.”
“You’re a f—ing idiot if you think you could face off against me, Oracle. Your stupid psychic powers can’t do anything.” The ram goaded on. “Psychic? Who said anything about that?” The vigilante laughed. “Kind of sad.”
Schlatt didn’t seem to falter at that statement and held his ground as Karl began to approach.
Within moments HD began to scream, falling to the ground and scrambling backwards. “Sir, we can’t just fight him-” “Close your mouth.” The ram shot back.
HD panicked as his mouth vanished, hands reaching up to feel out the area as he began to mumble and screech. “Undo that.” Karl spoke, stopping. “And why should I?” The vigilante merely held up a hand that stopped an explosion mid-attack.
“Watch where you aim those please, Theseus.” He spoke calmly. Sapnap watched with wide eyes. “Now, undo what you did, or that’ll go right into your face.” The fireborn could hear the smile in his fiance’s voice.
“Fine. You can speak again, but don’t you dare try and tell me what you saw there.” HD gasped as his mouth returned, immediately running over to XD’s unconscious body and picking him up, dodging any attacks made by Shade.
“There, that’s better.” Karl seemed smug about the whole situation, stepping forward a bit and letting the explosion go. It hit the wall, shaking the building. “I hope you know I don’t plan to let you near me.” Schlatt spoke.
“Sorry, this fight is escalating, I think I’d like to live.” HD announced before running away with his partner in his arms.
Sapnap was shocked at how calm this whole fight was.
“Now why didn’t you command that?” Karl asked, quizzical. “Because I honestly want to see you try.” The ram smiled tauntingly. Karl continued his slow walk towards the mastermind. “Besides, you need contact for your powers to work, don’t you?” The ram decided. Karl was at quite a disadvantage.
“Who said I needed to touch anyone?” Oh s—, what? Sapnap watched as Karl pointed a finger towards the fight between Toast and the Beeduo. “Watch this, why don’t you?” Within a moment, Toast stopped moving altogether, pausing him mid-fight.
What was Karl doing?!
“I don’t even need to touch to use my abilities.”
Sapnap didn’t miss the flinch from Schlatt. That was what he was doing. Karl was never one for fighting, so he was trying to put on a show to intimidate his enemy into running away. Brilliant.
“What’s happening?” Quackity whispered drowsily, staring at Sapnap. “Karl’s trying to intimidate Schlatt, and I think it’s working. Schlatt flinched.” The fireborn whispered back. Goose was trying hard to contain the confusion on their face, but he could see the poor healer wondering about the situation before they moved on to another hero.
“Really?! What did he do?!” The avian whispered back. “Karl just froze Toast mid-fight without even touching him. He also froze an explosion to keep it from hitting him.”
“Holy s—...” “Exactly.”
“I’ll give you…” Karl spoke up, grabbing his pocket watch and holding it up to his face for a moment, “About one minute to either run away or surrender. If not, you’ll see.” Schlatt took a step back before gathering himself again.
“Watch, see?” Sapnap whispered.
“I’ll never do that, f— you!” The vigilante sighed. “I’d hate to do something I’d regret. Please rethink your choice.”
“Never! You can’t hurt me!” Karl let the pocket watch fall back down to hang at his waist. “You are genuinely a nimrod, I try to show you mercy, and this is what you do? Fine. Your grave.”
The vigilante smiled, running forward. Schlatt panicked slightly before pulling out a sword and pointing it towards Karl before he disappeared.
“They’ll never find your body.” The man whispered into Schlatt’s ear, quiet enough for only the vigilante and his victim to hear, hand draped gently against the back of his head.
Within seconds of Karl’s eyes closing Schlatt simply turned to dust. Gambit screamed as Sapnap stared with wide eyes at Karl, expecting the other to explain it.
Karl decided against that, walking back to his earlier position with a grim look in his eyes. “Poor darling, let me help with that, okay?” The man spoke as he reached the fireborn, kneeling and taking his injured wing in one hand, resting Sapnap’s head on his other hand.
Sapnap glanced over to his wing and watched as the tear fixed itself. “All better.” The vigilante smiled, pulling the fireborn’s face a bit closer as he leaned down to press a kiss to his face. “The best patient.”
“What-what was that…?!” He asked. “My powers. I don’t like fighting or going to that extreme, but it was his choice.”
“I-I thought you were a psychic!” Quackity returned. Karl smiled as he snapped his fingers. “Whoah! Okay, I didn’t do that-” Theseus shouted from the other side of the building.
“I’m not a psychic. My powers are just time itself.” The vigilante smiled gently. Sapnap could feel himself regaining energy and just feeling better. “Really…?”
“Yeah. I can pause people, accelerate or pause their lives, travel forward and backward in time, see visions of the future, all those cool things. I can even heal people by reversing the damage or speeding up the injured area.”
“I’m not going to lie, you looked hot out there.” Quackity smiled. Karl flushed and laughed. “Q! We’re in public!”
The fireborn smirked. “No, he’s right, you were very sexy out there.” “Oh the moment we get back home I am slapping you two with pillows, shut the honk up!”
“How would you like to stay in the hero tower with Q and I? I mean, Theseus is staying there with the SBI now, I think it would only be fitting.” Quackity offered. Karl took a sharp breath. “I-I would love to Q, but I need to stay with the others-”
“Karl shut up and go with them. We can handle ourselves. You’ve helped us all get on our feet, we’ll be just fine without you. And if we do need help we can always call.” Eret interrupted Karl as they put power-dampening cuffs on Toast’s wrists. The vigilante smiled and unpaused the villain once he was sure they had him under control.
“Wha-” The confused villain asked. “You are under arrest.” Eret followed up with.
“Fine, since Eret said so, I’ll stay.” The vigilante smiled. “By the way, I love your little gift.” He finished, pulling away his collar to reveal the choker. It held three letters–Q, K, and S in that order–with their birthstones on each of them. Sapnap pulled Quackity in with a hug. “It looks amazing on you.”
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He smiled as he looked over the framed photo in his hands. A picture of him, Q, and Sapnap at the altar. Karl finally felt like he wasn’t alone after years of being without his fiances. But now they were sealed together with such a precious declaration.
“Karl! Karl help! Sapnap’s armed!” Quackity shouted, hiding himself behind him. Karl smiled with a laugh as he placed the photo down. “Sapnap!” He shouted out in a challenge.
“I’m coming for you!” The fireborn shouted as he emerged from the master bedroom with a pillow in his hands. Karl shrieked playfully as he ran away from the ex-villain, hopping on the couch. Sapnap threw the pillow at him, smacking his face. He devolved into giggles as he threw the plush surface to the side, shrinking down to make himself harder to find.
Quackity hit the couch soon after, the fireborn playfully tackling him. The two were laughing like crazy. Karl decided the safe place would be under the pillow, quick to take cover. The avian’s wings flared and flapped around as Sapnap began to tickle him instead.
“Get him Sappy!” Karl cheered from beneath the protective surface. Sapnap gasped, stopping his playful assault on Quackity. “Q, did you hear that?”
“Yeah!” “I think a certain tiny husband’s trying to hide from our love!” The fireborn spoke out, immediately pulling away his cover and lifting him into the air. “We can’t let that happen, now can we?” He finished, holding Karl close to his chest.
“Hey! I want tiny cuddles too!” Quackity chirped out. “Fine, we’ll just have to take a nap then.” Sapnap suggested, walking towards the room he had just come from. Karl simply laughed, warm within the confines of his husband’s hands.
The fireborn had decided to slowly lay down while the avian decided to jump into the space next to the man. “Okay, now you need to share him.” Quackity demanded with a playful pout. “Fine, but only because you asked so nicely.”
Sapnap let Karl lay down on the fabric of the bed between his two husbands. He eventually felt one of Quackity’s hands resting over him as a sort of blanket with the fireborn layering his hand overtop. “I’m glad I have you two back.” Karl muttered tiredly–his energy went into the fight from earlier.
“We’re so f—ing glad to have you back too,” Quackity whispered in return. “But now you are with us forever.” Sapnap finished as the three were slowly and gently pulled into a beautiful dream.
if you’re still taking prompts- mayhaps something including.. dragons(i 👉👈 i really like dragons), or mers? as for with who, my personal preferences are peer pressure duo or alliumduo, but if you’re not up for writing either of those, feel free to do whatever!
apologies for not following the fake title format, i am- not good at titles of any kind,, dkdnkdndkdk. hope you have a good rest-of-your-day! — 🎲
GOLD FEVER [1/2]
Ranboo is an Enderman being hunted down by monster hunters. Unable to protect themselves, they offer tons of gold to The Blood Dragon.
Word Count: 2777 words
CONTENT WARNING!!! : mentions of scars and swords, general fear, fear of death, implies being eaten (but nothing happens)
( A/N: no need to apologize!! the fake titles prompts was just smth beckyu wanted to do! nothing wrong with not following the format <33 anyways, i hope you enjoy! teehee )
He's been standing here for an hour, maybe even two. Ranboo just can't bring themselves to enter. The entrance looked so intimidating, he can't even imagine what lies inside.
The mouth of the cave was huge, big enough to possibly fit every single tree in this forest. Every time he tries to hype himself up to go inside, his fear pulls him back to where he started.
But would he rather die by hunters who've been known to make their bounties deaths slow and merciless, or die by a dragon who would most likely just make their death as quick as possible?
Yeah, dragon. Dragon sounds better.
Ranboo took in one deep breath of air and stepped in once more, trying to ignore the strong urge to run away and return home. Even with their excellent night vision, the cave still looked dark. They could barely make out the claw marks scratched on the walls. It felt like something out of a horror book.
He knew he was nearing more into the dragon's den when he noticed thin stripes of light being hidden behind a thick layer of leaves. Ranboo felt like their heart was going to break out of their chest with how intense it’s been beating. As quietly as possible, they pushed through the foliage and held their breath.
Redstone ores were scattered around the den. Ranboo remembers they shine much brighter than other ores he’s mined, he’s not a rock expert but he assumes the reason why they shine so much is their energy source. It’s one of the main ores being used in many advanced communities, perhaps the shine is an indicator of how much energy just one ore has.
Redstone wasn’t the only thing sparkling in the dark cave, because right in the middle was a large pile of gems that could make a King seem poor in comparison. Ranboo swears they can see crystals they didn’t even know exist, and they mine as a hobby! They feel entitled to at least know a decent amount more than basic knowledge when it comes to ores.
Ranboo froze when he saw whose head lay on top of the gold pile. The Blood Dragon.
Staring right at him.
"It— it's not—" They stuttered, "It really isn't what it looks like." Ranboo fully emerged from the curtain of leaves, holding their hands up to emphasize their intentions.
The dragon growls, a rumble so loud that the Redstone's lights flicker with fear. Its large tail wraps around the mound of riches, assuming that the enderman was here to steal their possessions. Ranboo couldn't blame them, he was holding a suspiciously big brown sack that reminded him slightly of the material thieves used.
"I'm here to give you offerings—! Actually!" He quickly added, throwing the sack in between the both of them and gold spilled through its opening. The rumbling stopped and Ranboo released a breath of relief.
The Blood Dragon looked interested in his gold, to say the least, and Ranboo wasn't even sure if they could understand his words. There have been cases that stated most dragons have a consciousness and can understand simple phrases, and Ranboo was desperate for any sort of protection— so he'll keep trying until he was sure they could understand him.
Slowly, they picked up the sack of gold again and approached the dragon. The dragon's eyes squinted, skeptical of the enderman.
"I'm… I'm being hunted by monster hunters and I need your protection. Not forever! Just, just enough to… I don't know, scare them off to make them leave me alone?" Ranboo stopped right in front of the pile.
A gust of warm air washed over him, the dragon just huffed out a puff of smoke— almost looking tired and annoyed. It seemed less angry than it was when he first entered, so he'll take it as a good sign.
"… Okay. I'll take that as an… unsure response." Ranboo slowly placed his brown bag right next to the bundle of gems.
The dragon stared at him, then carefully inspected the bag with its snout. Seeing a dragon— not just a dragon, the BLOOD Dragon, up close is a surreal experience Ranboo did not know they would ever have. The tales spread across the SMP mentioned how the Blood Dragon would slaughter anything and anyone in its path, yet here it was now, pouring the bag's contents onto his pile, seemingly accepting the offer, but still wary of the enderman.
"It's not a lot of gold, I know— Compared to your treasures." Ranboo spoke, "But, I promise, I'll keep paying you until you accept to protect me from the hunters… Is- Do we have a deal?"
The dragon stared at him for a long period, and Ranboo starts to think he was insane for even trying to make a conversation with them. Then, the Blood Dragon slightly bows its head and closes its eyes, accepting the enderman's offer.
Ranboo lets out a sigh of relief.
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Ranboo arrives the next day with another big brown bag of gold, mixed with bits of diamonds and iron. While there was still a bit of anxiety when he entered the mouth of the cave again, it didn't take him nearly two hours to even consider going inside, which isn't a big victory, but a victory nonetheless.
The dragon was there when he set foot in the den. He huffed out another puff of smoke through his nostrils but remained lying down next to his riches. He didn't seem aggressive today, though still looked wary of his presence— Ranboo regarded that as another small victory. "Hello, um, dragon."
The Blood Dragon softly grumbled in response. He decided to think of that as the dragon greeting him back. “Maybe you won’t like being called just dragon. Do you have a name? You probably do but you can’t tell me. Should I call you something else?” He rambled, “Should I just call you Blood, Gold, or I don’t know, Michael?”
The dragon stared at him silently, and Ranboo felt like he was being judged for his name choices. “What? I think Michael is a good name!” He defended, “Though, I guess it doesn’t suit you…” The suggestions may suck, but in his defense, he’s never been good with names. As he offered another addition of gems to the dragon, he took that time to examine the treasures he has from afar. Ranboo noticed a sharp sword encrusted with the shiniest diamonds and even bits of Netherite. “Oh! What about Dagger, or Blade?”
They laughed at themselves, Prime, what were they doing? They were trying to make conversation with a dragon and trying to give him a name. He felt stupid and pathetic. “What am I even doing?” They silently asked.
The dragon moved to examine Ranboo’s offering, and the enderman plopped himself on the ground. “I’m talking to a dragon.” This was unbelievable, “I can’t find anyone willing to protect me, so- so I have to turn to a dangerous dragon because, because what? The hunters find me dangerous since I’m half enderman, half—” Ranboo cut themselves off, opting to sigh instead.
He can’t ramble on about something the dragon wouldn’t care about. Mob hybrids aren’t usually treated with the greatest respect. He’s met Charlie, a slime hybrid, they acted with childish wonder yet had random times where they showed an infinite amount of wisdom. They’ve been on trips together and he’s seen how many villagers disregarded his existence. It felt unfair, Charlie has been nothing but kind yet still treated like an unredeemable criminal.
Fortunately, Charlie found a safe place for shelter from the hunters. They were taken in by one of the richest people on the SMP, a gambler who owns multiple casinos and owns a big portion of land dedicated to stealing money from the unsuspecting in a ‘legal’ way, Quackity from Las Nevadas. Ranboo did have his doubts meeting him, but he noticed the strong bond between him and the slime hybrid, and who was he to interfere with that?
Ranboo thought he could find safety in a person just like Charlie had with Quackity. It doesn’t even need to have a strong bond, just someone to shield him from harm. He attempted to pay experienced fighters for that reason, but he’s been accused of stealing something that was rightfully earned by hours and hours of mining.
“Do you accept my offer, Blood Dragon?” The dragon made a low growling sound, not as scary and hostile as before but it did make Ranboo tense up. It reminded him of exactly what he was dealing with, he shouldn’t let his guard down no matter what whenever he gets near this giant dragon. The dragon letting him enter and giving him mercy by not outright killing him shouldn’t be a reason for him to relax.
Ranboo scrambled to his feet and patted off the dust on his pants,
“Okay… Next time then.”
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Ranboo didn’t visit the day after that, nor the following days after that either. They decided to spend their time mining in ravines and mineshafts. Who knew giving most of your gems to a dragon would almost empty your supply of ores? They didn’t mind it though, they loved spending their time mining around and always get satisfied with how many resources they got from hours and hours of emptying various caves.
It wasn’t all that dangerous either. Because he was half-enderman, Mobs recognized him as just another mob and left him alone, giving him a safe space. He was hidden away from the judgments of villagers, the spying eyes of hunters, and the awful stares of other beings. In here, Ranboo felt safe.
Safe, but isolated.
It’s what he wanted, but did the price of safety mean taking away his company? Any sort of interaction would be void if it meant living in the caves forever. Mobs aren’t very responsive to his attempts at socialization. It didn’t help that he was an enderman hybrid either, one of the mobs most known for not being able to handle interaction with species that aren’t other endermen and hate eye contact.
He wanted to visit the dragon today, but he hesitated on that decision. Hours of mining led to him upgrading his items at his base using those materials, which left him with nearly the same amount of materials he had before he started mining. Most of what he had was a bunch of emeralds he didn’t have much use for. Trading them with villagers was great, they’d trade some decent stuff but the quality slowly declined over the years. The last time he tried to trade, they tried offering ten pieces of paper for 8 emerald gems, which he didn’t need when he had an entire library of books and journals back at home. It meant most of the emeralds he has and the emeralds he’s mined collect dust in chests.
He debated if he should give emeralds to a dragon who clearly prefers gold, but wouldn’t it be better to have something other than nothing? Ranboo didn’t have the energy to keep mining either. Don’t get him wrong, he loves mining but he loves rest as well.
Ranboo held a large bag of emeralds, and he had that deja vu of wavering fear when he reached the dragon’s den again. What if he didn’t accept his offer? Everyone knows emeralds aren’t of much use other than trading, they can’t be used to make armor or tools. They’re pretty much useless!
Just like the times before, the dragon was there next to their heap of jewels. “Hello, Blade.” Ranboo greeted softly, and he knew he heard him when he did his signature puff of smoke as a hello. “D’you get lonely without me? I know, I’m pretty good company.” He joked and Blade thumped his tail on the ground.
Ranboo chuckled. “Ah- I think I should just be honest here. I don’t… have gold, I just have emeralds and I—”
The Blood Dragon then suddenly popped up from where they were laying and stared at Ranboo. In instinct, the enderman immediately looked away. Oh Prime, Oh Prime, Oh Prime. Coins and metal shuffled around, Blade was moving. Fear struck in Ranboo, especially since they have never seen the dragon stand up or move away from their treasure before.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
He was walking closer and they closed their eyes, trying to touch into their teleporting skill and get out of there. Ranboo could feel the particles surrounding him, and he attempted to imagine the forest outside to teleport to. They weren’t great with teleporting, in fact, it mostly only works when he’s scared and oh, he’s so scared. “Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!” They screeched out ender apologies, only coming off to the dragon as warbles of sounds.
Blade pressed their snout against Ranboo’s chest, effectively trapping them between him and the wall of the cave. “Oh my Pr- please, please, don’t kill me!” Panicked clawed hands made an effort to push the dragon’s face away, to no avail. This is it, the exact scenario he was worried about. He should’ve just waited for more time and come back with the items the dragon had wanted, or maybe he shouldn’t have even come here at all. This deal was nothing but just the dragon milking out Ranboo’s resources until he was bone dry. Tears welled up in his eyes and they burned his eyesight. Wow, thanks for giving him every enderman trait except for great teleportation skills. Thanks a lot, Universe.
Ranboo didn’t know what he should feel in his last moments. Whether it was anger or sadness, he just wanted the dragon to get it all over with as swiftly as he could. He knew he was taller than the average human but the Blood Dragon was huge, so he could make quick work with him.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Blade made a sound, a small roar that sounded a lot like curiosity.. Or was it happiness?
Ranboo opened their eyes and felt their heart thump louder than they had before. The dragon was mere inches away from himself, though their attention was focused on the brown bag on the floor, or maybe what was inside it. They never noticed the dark pink scales scattered across his body before, and the scars of what were presumably sword scars were displayed at his neck. Not just on his neck, but scars displayed on his wings, tail, and even on his chest.
Blade sniffed at the bag and made soft sounds, gently poking the bag with his snout. Ranboo, still in a state of shock, tried to speak. “Oh. Oh- so you were- you like emeralds?” He questioned, and noted that the continuous thumping was just Blade’s tail excitedly hitting the floor.
Slowly, he picked up the bag full of emeralds again and watched as how Blade’s thin irises expanded, reminding him of a cat focusing on a red dot from a laser pointer. “Jeez, you-” Ranboo breathed deeply, unable to find the right words for their feelings. They approached the heap of treasures again, and Blade followed right behind them. Their massive shadow covered the entirety of the enderman and they made a delighted trill sound as the emeralds were added. “There. Happy?” Ranboo squeaked an ender curse as Blade pressed his snout against his body again, and the sound of thunder outside just made his nerves rise again.
Wait… Thunder?
He could barely hear it in this huge cave, but there were sounds of raindrops and the occasional thunder outside. That was strange, he could’ve sworn there weren’t any clouds in the sky when he had first entered- but to be completely fair, he wasn’t paying attention to the sky when he was contemplating about entering the cave earlier. He’s stuck. “Crap…” He mumbled.
Blade turned their head to the ceiling of the cave, aware of the thunderstorm happening outside. Ranboo walked up to the curtain of leaves to see just how bad the storm was, maybe they could set off back to their home. Sure, it may hurt but— “Wait, wait, wait, what are you doing?!” Blade’s tail wrapped around his waist and lifted him just a few inches off the ground and brought him closer.
Blade laid down and gently placed Ranboo by his neck. Was he asking him to stay here? “Thanks, but I got to get home, Blade.” He said, patting the dragon's neck. The dragon replied with a pleading rumble, eyes closed and cuddling their neck closer to him.
