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At first glance, Ranboo’s family is pretty confusing.. I mean with the lack of parents, well I wouldn't say lack of, more like.. absence? After the “incident”, they've been away. They still send money every month which is good. Neither Niki nor Eret really appreciate it but Ranboo puts the money to ‘good use’.
Ranboo was in 6th when his parents left, Niki in 8th and Eret in 10th. At first when they left Ranboo was confused, when are they coming back? he wondered. He remembers when Eret said that they weren't gonna come back, he lashed out. “Mum and dad said they'd be back!” “Mum said she'd never leave, she told me she'd never hurt me” “Your lying”
It only took Ranboo till 8th grade to realize they weren't coming back. I mean it didn't suck, he, Niki and Eret were doing just fine! Eret really helped take care of Ranboo even though they were still 8 months later Eret finished highschool, and just like their parents.. he left. So now it's just Ranboo and Niki. Ranboo noticed after Eret left that Niki’s mental health got worse.
Sometimes she'd lash out of Ranboo, and they’d get in these big fights. Last year it got really bad and they had started throwing things and she grabbed scissors and hit Ranboo’s right eye. Well not exactly his eye, but like right under it. Niki helped him clean it up afterwards while profusely apologizing. They didn't go to the hospital, if they did then they'd be questioned a lot. Since nobody’s heard from Eret and Niki isn’t exactly an adult yet, neither of them really enjoy the idea of being put in a foster home, they would rather live off their parents money. Anyways that's how he got THAT scar. Lucky ranboo didn't lose any sight from it. After the fight they stopped talking to each other, they figured the less you speak, the less they'll fight. So now they keep their conversations short.
“I'm back” Ranboo yells. Ranboo locks the door. “Welcome back ranboo” Niki half-heartedly smiles. He wonders if she's in a good mood or not, you can never really tell with her anymore. “So, how was school, anything new?” Niki’s looking at him now, she looks less upset than usual . “Uhh, nothing really? I made a friend today, I think I'm not sure if we're friends exactly. Maybe like.. school friends I guess.” He did get his number but.. that's different, probably just wanted to be nice, you know.. get to know each other. ”Oh well, that's nice I guess” Niki passively-aggressively answered, Ranboo could tell he was probably starting to get on her nerves. “Gonna go to my room now, sorry” He picks up a muffin off the counter and leaves.
As soon as Ranboo closes his door he hears a glass-like breaking sound from the kitchen. Then Niki opens his door and hands him an envelope then slams it shut. From Mom and Dad it read. Oh… yikes. He thought as he opened the envelope and there's like at least over $500, and a card. Happy birthday son, We know this is probably a week late but How could we forget our son’s birthday. Will be home within a couple of months!! Almost 95% curtain!! Can't wait for you guys to meet the twins and we can't wait to see our babies after so long. You're a sophomore now!! That's so wicked!! Remember when you first entered 6th grade? oh the memories. This is getting a bit long so we're gonna end it here for now. Don't forget to write back!!
Love, Mom & Dad
- Giving you, more money than usual this time, don't spend it all in one place -Dad
Ranboo was sick of it, I mean yeah.. money woo!! but he was sick of the empty promises. Nothing has and nothing will change the fact that his parents left him and Niki just so they can “restart” what kind of fucked up shit is that. Ranboo folds the envelope and shoves it in his pocket. He lies down, staring at the ceiling. He lets his mind wonder for a bit
Why did mum and dad leave? Why couldn't they just stay? Where's Eret? Is he okay? Why did he leave too? Why can't he remember anything that happened in 6th grade? Or anything that happened before?? Ranboo grabbed his phone. He goes to google, “why can't I remember my childhood” . He scans through the results, anemia, trauma , hit on the head. Maybe google was a bad idea.. he turns his phone off.
Ranboo gets up and goes into the kitchen. He carefully steps over the broken glass and muffin bits on the ground. He opens the fridge praying Niki had gone to the store or bought something, but to his disappointment there was nothing in the fridge. And when Ranboo says there’s nothing, he means there’s literally nothing the fridge is empty. Ranboo checks the cabinets and takes a pack of oreos. He decided to order some mc donalds. “Niki,” He called, “do you want something from mc donalds?” He didn’t get a response, so he figured maybe she didn’t hear him and decided to just go to her room.
The first mistake ranboo made was not knocking on the door. “Hey Niki do you want som-” Ranboo paused, the first thing he immediately thought was why is there a tall lanky boy her in bed. Also, who is he? And what is he smoking? Is he okay? Is Niki okay? What’s going on here? When did he even get here? These are the things he should be asking but instead he just stands there, staring.. “What do you want?” Niki broke the silence. “Oh uh, nothing actually, I just wanted to let you know I’m uh… I’m gonna be on the roof, yeah.. i'll be on the roof hahah” Ranboo mentioned. “uhm! Okay, why are you telling me? I don’t care what you do, just stop bothering me” Niki closed her door. “Sorry about him, he's weird” Ranboo could hear outside the door. Ouch. He thought.
Ranboo decided to just order his mc donalds and actually hang up on the roof. Sitting on the roof doing nothing sounds like heaven but he knows he's too stressed so he decides to grab something to help him relax, hopefully. He looks under his bed and grabs an orange shoe box and takes out a small box that was inside it. He goes up to the roof and finds an area to sit.
Now you’re probably wondering what it is that Ranboo has, or not.. I’m still gonna tell you either way asshole. Is it meds? No, not this time. Alcohol? Definitely not. Cigarettes? Close, it’s weed you fuckin idiot. How did you not figure that out? It was so fuckin easy -_-.
Anyways Ranboo grabs the already-rolled-paper (because the author doesn’t know how to roll a blunt) and takes his lighter (yes he keeps a lighter on him, who wouldn’t??) and lights it. He takes one long and very much needed hit and leans back. It’s been awhile since he’s done this, and by a while he means 6 days. After taking in the first one he takes another hit, and then another and holy shit he forgot how addicting this shit is. After 2 more Ranboo starts feeling sleepy, not really sleepy, just really fucking drowsy. His phone vibrates.
678 *** ****: r yiu ranhbop ?
786 *** ****: naj whid dis ?
678 *** ****: idk
786 *** ****: tubbo ?
678 *** ****: dats mw!
786 *** ****: oh i ser thus us rnboo
678 *** ****: oaky test goed in glass u djdt give mw a fske nuner
786 *** ****: ru drnk ?
eait ill brb mu foods here
Tubbo: OKAYU