Rudo's mom being pregnant and Regto helps her through her pregnancy.
I just know these two are besties of best friends that help each other
This was my first ever ask and I’m not sure if I should feel embarrassed that it took me this long to respond to it. Or if I should feel proud because I got inspired to write a whole long ass fic about this beautiful thought Anon shared lmao. Like no joke, I’ve been working on this since July 2nd and only two of those days since then was me resting because I got sick lol. I’m so sorry Anon if you were looking for a simple response, instead of this long ass fanfiction. It’s not an x reader fic. It’s entirely written fiction inspired by this Anon’s ask and none of the characters are written as “the reader”. I also entirely avoided playing into theories and such and really just tested how creative I could get with this. I’m actually so proud of it, I really hope you all enjoy this one!
Content Warning: Slight Spoilers & Heavy Angst, description of death including death after birth, possible grammar errors lol
Authors Note: I don’t take requests.
{For you, I’ll play the role.}
I suppose your life truly does flash before your eyes. Regto can’t help the warm smile as his brain is flooded with all the memories he holds dear. His brain clearly trying to distract him from the giant blade lodged in his chest. Severing his soul from the living world.
Regto’s very first memory, or one that he chose to cling to at least. He was no older than Rudo at the time. With his little soccer ball he ventured outside. Kicking the ball absentmindedly in hopes to entertain himself on this slow and boring day. It wasn’t long before he took notice of a certain commotion. Upon investigating, he finds a girl seemingly being cornered by a group of boys. Regto may be a loser with no friends, but he’s no coward. Especially if there’s a girl in need of help. Puffing out his chest, he gave his soccer ball a firm kick. It landed square in the back of one of their heads.
“Hey! Didn’t any of your dads ever teach you not to pick on girls. If you want a girls attention that bad, try being a gentleman.”
Regto’s heroic attitude instantly crumbles as the boys begin to gang up on him, clearly haven forgotten to think about how he was going to defend himself. Regto braces himself for impact, but it never came. Regto’s eyes shoot open at the sounds of…bones breaking? His jaw instantly drops at the sight of the little girl being on top of one of the boys, bloody fist raised for another blow to the definitely already broken nose. She looked horrifying, everyone could only watch in horror. The boy immediately pleaded and held up a…small blanket? This seemed to make the girl show mercy as she opted to snatch the blanket and get off of him. Him and his lackeys waisted no time scrambling away, leaving just Regto and the girl there. Regto was honestly still processing what happened. The girl turned to him with a huff, “hmpf! Gonna make fun of me too for still being attached to my baby blanket?”
“Woah…you’re so badass. Let’s be friends!”
She wasn’t the most trusting person he learned. His persistence payed off though…even if it did take at least three months. Regardless, they became inseparable at some point. Regto has never met anyone so peculiar and…weird. However, that only drew him in further. There was always something interesting to learn about her. Like how her smiling is the most off putting thing he has ever seen. Or how quickly she switches from being nonchalant to a full blown she-demon. “My friend…this is the twentieth time you’ve broken someone’s nose this week.”
However, what stood out most was how she carried around her baby blanket everywhere.
“So why carry that around everywhere anyways?”. The question instantly made the girl tense up. Regto immediately raised his hands up and was quick to reword the question. “Easy, I’m not judging. I’m just curious.”
The girl shot him a ‘if you laugh, I’m throwing hands’ look, before speaking. “Well…I think that objects have a soul. A soul with a purpose that lives on forever. Objects don’t loose their value or purpose, it’s just people don’t know how to hold onto things. They never care enough to fix things and deem things as useless or chunk. I’d like to think that…if you hold onto something and cherish it, then it will surely continue to be something meaningful.”
Yeah no, Regto is entirely lost. However, he respected her odd view. If anything he’s happy as long as she is happy. And if that means treating objects with care around her, then so be it.
Their friendship carried on, even into adulthood. He grew to be even more insufferable, while she grew to be more mature. Regto thought his life was complete and perfect…he could have never imagined the hell that awaited.
Regto is panicking, his friend has been missing for 3 months. No notice, no nothing. Even her door was left unlocked. There was no clue to what had happened. Regto was unbelievably stressed. He spent days and nights, waiting outside her home. Leg shaking and his brain ready to explode from his sheer anxiety. He waited for her like a sickly worried and loyal dog. Praying in a way that turned his knuckles white. Praying for her return or some kind of closure.
Then one night, before Regto’s heavy eyes forced shut. He spotted a silhouette that caused him to shoot up with alertness. It was her! He wasted no time running towards her with relieved tears streaming down his face. Regto freezes upon embracing her…something feels off. He backed up slightly to observe her state. His friend looks up at him with an exhausted smile. “I’m pregnant.”
Regto had fainted from the shock of her words and crash of continuous stress. When he woke up, he was faced by the red eyes of a man he has never met in his life. Adrenaline courses through Regto as he shoots up with a screech and full force bumping his head against the strangers. As both men groan in pain clutching their heads. The woman chirps cheerfully, “welcome back to the land of the living bro!”
After his friend shooed this Alto guy to go fetch her pregnancy craving of sweets. The woman began to catch Regto up on whats been happening with her and this Alto. Something about having kept bumping into each other before eventually deciding to chat together. Regto was entirely lost however, when she began explaining this place called ‘the ground’. Which is apparently where that weirdo came from and supposedly whisked her away to these past three months. Regto wanted to cry. He genuinely believed his friend got with a crackhead that influenced her to be one too.
Regto and Alto did not get along in the slightest, both tolerating each other for the sake of the pregnant woman. “You’re lucky you’re important to her”, spoke Alto when his wife was out of sight. “Maybe that’s because I stick around everyday helping her, instead of smoking something and disappearing for a few weeks”, Regto spits back venomously.
However, Regto has never been this pissed at Alto before. Like what asshole husband leaves his wife alone for a “business trip”, in the month that she’s expecting their child?! He seriously cannot stand this guy. However…something was off? Regto can’t put it into words, but there was something odd going on with Alto before he left.
Oh my god it’s happening! Oh god! Oh god! Regto was panicking, hyperventilating, crying, throwing up, and babbling nonsense like he was the one giving birth or something. Deep breaths…deep breaths, just remember all the tools and everything your friend told you to do when this time came. He was having such a hard time steeling himself for this, but he was quick to lock in once he realized his stress wasn’t helping her. When he saw the crown of the infants head peaking out, he was honestly feeling lighted headed. He can’t afford to faint right now, this is the time where she needs him to man up the most. It’s already been hours and it’s clearly getting too much for her. “Hey, now isn’t the time to give up. The kid needs you, push through. I’ve known you for decades and you are the strongest gal I know, you got this.”
The woman sobs hysterically, shaking her head. Crap! If he doesn’t do something, then both of their life’s are at risk. Something catches his eye and he immediately moves to grab it. He gently but firmly placed her baby blanket in her palm. “This will help you right?”, he spoke softly. She smiles at him and nods.
Regto himself was amazed at the power the blanket seemed to give her. Relief washes over him as each squeeze of the blanket helped her make more of a big push.
Hours later, the angry cries of the infant echoed through the home. Regto stayed focused, taking care of the umbilical cord like he was told to. Right after gently placing the infant on top of the mommas chest, he drops to his knees. Sagging onto the bed next to her, the tension leaving his body.
After some minutes, Regto gently took the infant for examination. His face immediately scrunches in annoyance, “oh great, you look like your father.”
The more he examined the infant, the softer his gaze became. He notices how big he’s eyes are and how he almost looks like he’s getting ready for a mugshot. “Heh, guess you do have some cute traits from your mother.”
The laughter however, didn’t last long. Regto took notice of the infants fingers. “Don’t want to stress you out after you just went through labor…but there’s something not right…”.
Regto stiffens as he realizes how silent she’s been and stumbles to her bed. “Hey…hey! No no no no, please no!” His heart entirely drops at the absence of her pulse. He didn’t even have time to hold and mourn her, before Alto barges in. Something was seriously off. Alto didn’t seem to acknowledge Regto or his wife, seemingly heading straight towards the infant. Regto felt a sense of panic as Alto grabbed the child and started heading back out. Regto sprung up and grabbed the man by the shoulder, only to flinch and pull his hands back when Alto turned to face him.
There was something wrong with his eyes, he looked like a crazed man. Alto seemed to snap out of something and finally acknowledged him and his motionless wife. The pained expression only lasted for a moment before he started getting serious and speaking in a rushed manner. “Regto, I don’t have much time, watchman series, might be the only hope to be rid of the curse”. Regto couldn’t understand the man’s mad rambles and his first instinct was take the kid away from the man who has seemingly gone mad. Before he could, Alto raised his voice. Sounding urgent and dead serious this time. “For once in your fucking life listen to me! I have to go back to the ground, find the watchman serious and fix this damn curse that I passed onto him. Fuck! It won’t be long till my sanity is entirely gone. Regto, promise me that if I fail. If I’m too far gone. That I can rest easy knowing you will be there for him.”
“Alto you’re freaking me out what-”, “Promise me! You’ll get your answers soon just!…please promise me that Rudo has a safe place to return to if shit hits the fan.”
Rudo? Regto glances at the infant, then back at his exhausted looking father. “Rudo huh? Guess I misjudged you to be a scumbag deadbeat father who wouldn’t think of his kid. Do what you need to do…just remember to visit even if things go well okay?”
Regto hasn’t been able to sleep easy since then. Mourning the loss of his best friend and being worried sick for Rudo. As much as he hates to admit it, he also was worried sick for Alto. Nothing made sense, but what mattered most to him is that they both return safely.
After nearly a year passes, the bells toll. A summon only used when a serious and heinous crime has been committed. When Regto opens his door, he’s greeted by Rudo’s clueless and innocent eyes staring up at him. Next to Rudo a box that contained the gloves his father wore along with a book that carried a familiar symbol. The imagine of Alto having entirely snapped and using the last of his sanity to bring Rudo here before facing judgement flashes in Regto’s mind.
Regto kept his promise, becoming Rudo’s sanctuary and guardian. Alto kept his word with giving him answers. All the answers were inside that book. He fully understood what role Alto has given him and what fate will await him. He was instructed to only give Rudo the gloves, if the curse needs to be stalled. He kept the gloves next to the neatly folded baby blanket.
Before death could take Regto, Rudo’s voice jolted the memory of his friend’s wishes for Rudo.
“Rudo!…Run damn it! Get out…change this shit heap of a world!…make it…something worth living in.”
As death coaxes him to loosen his grip on Rudo and accept eternal rest. His last thoughts were about Rudo being okay and if he himself has played his role the way Rudo’s parents needed him to.
I apologize for any pain caused to the readers…may we all collectively think about how cute it would be if Regto used the baby blanket for baby Rudo.
Thank you so much for reading and thank you Anon for the inspiration!
