HEYO MY LOVELIES (I need a better name for yall) I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and New Years Eve!! Anyways, I present to you all R a n b o o a n g s t >:) (Trigger/Content Warnings below)

TW/CW: Mentions of gore/violence, death, panic attack, repetition of the word DIE, slight manipulation(?)

Fog. That was all Ranboo could see, until a muffled voice pulled him out of his 'trance' and back into the terrifying reality that he was about to face. "Ranboo!" It seemed to be Captain Puffy, but she was out of his field of vision. He was staring at the orange sky, signaling the rise of the sun when a pain peirced his back. He couldn't react, for he died.

Ranboo was shot to death by Captain Puffy

He respawned in a field, surrounded by fuzzy objects. He rubbed his eyes, peering at the ground. His eyes widened and his jaw clenched. Bodies. Dead bodies. The bodies of the dead littered the ground around him, blood dripping from their mutilating wounds. He could see Tommy's pale, lifeless body in the water, red surrounding him as he stepped back, the realization of how they died pounding into his mind.

~F l a s h b a ck~ (This is along one, so hang in there, the angst will return)

"No, please!" Ranboo whispered as fog covered his vision. He knew what was happening, but he also didn't, in a way. He wasn't him, he was being controlled. All he could do was beg to be back in his own body, which at times didn't feel like his, even if he was the one in control. "Please,," The world around him, fuzzy and unclear. He could feel his body moving, wishing he could stop. Truth is, he could see. He could see what he was being told to do, by him. The one with the mask, thr mask that always smiles. The first person he saw was Micheal, in his house. He took the little pigman by the throat, notletting go. The child let out squeals of fear and of pain. He couldn't speak. Soon, the thrashing and squealing ended, the pigman went limp. 'Ranboo' dropped him and left the house. He spotted Tommy, he was walking to him. "Ey, Ranboo! How ya-" he was cut off by 'Ranboo' pushing his sword into his stomach, red blood taking over his white shirt. "Ra-Ranboo, what the hell?!" Tommy groaned, holding his bleeding chest. Ranboo didn't reply, he couldn't. Instead, he just slashed at Tommy's face, pulling away chunks of his flesh. The teen screamed, falling back and crawling away. His face bled as he cried. "Ranboo, stop! Please, what's wrong with you?!" Everything. Everything was wrong. He punched Tommy, earning a kick to the knees. That didn't faze him. He slashed at Tommy's stomach, ripping the shirt to shreds revealing his skinny build(DON'T TAKE THIS IN A WEIRD WAY-). "Ranboo, please!" Tommy was begging, tears streaming down his face. No response, again. Ranboo just grabbed the child and threw him into a nearby lake, he soon stopped trying to save himself. "Ranboo!!" Niki's high pitched voice cried. he turned, his intent to kill never fading. Ranboo was in his own mind, begging to be free, to stop this madness. But he couldn't. He could only wait as he watched himself mutilate the bodies of his friends. Niki, choked to death. Jack, burned to death. Phil, stabbed to death. Technoblade, impaled. George, stabbed and buried alive. Ponk, stabbed and hung. His friends, gone. Gone,,

~E n d O f F l a s h b a c k~

"No,," his voice came out a whisper. He wanted to scream. He wanted to cry. "R-Ranb-boo,," a quiet whimper broke his silence. He turned his head to see Tubbo, his husband. Deep gashes ran through his chest and arms. Ranboo ran to him, holding him in his lap. The fear in his eyes was enough to make Ranboo cry. "W-why,, why did you d-do all this,," Tubbo wanted to run, run away from his, but he couldn't. He was in pain. His legs were gone, and as much as he feared and hated Ranboo in this moment, he always wanted his final moments to be with his beloved husband. "I-I didn't- It wasn't-it wasn't me, Tubbo," he explained, his voice breaking. "Ranboo,, you ki-killed Micheal, didn't y-you,,?" The first life he took. "I-I did,, I did,," he shook his head, wishing this could all be a dream that he could wake up from, but it wasn't. This was real, no matter how much he wanted it not to be. "I-I,,ha-hate you,," Tubbo's voice drifted as his eyes lost tgeir light, his stomach stopped moving up and down. "Tubbo,, Tubbo?" Ranboo whispered. "Tubbo? Tubbo?" his voice raised, his fear spiked. "Tubbo?!" he was yelling, he couldn't help it. "He's dead, Ranboo. You killed him." Sam's stern voice said from above. "No, no, but I-it wasn't me, I-" Ranboo backed away, letting Tubbo fall on the ground. "It wasn't, it wasn't me-" his breathing quickened as he stared off into space. Tears. Tears vurned his face as he sobbed, holding his legs into his chest. "⟟⏁ ⍙⏃⌇⋏'⏁ ⋔⟒!!" he screamed, but it came out in his native language, Enderman. "I didn't dp this,, I didn't so this, I didn't do this,," he whispered to himself over and over, trying to believe it.

Suddenly, hand around his arms, dragging him. His eyes shot open, Sam and Eret were above him. "Sam- Eret- let me go!" he thrashed and struggled, but they wouldn;t give. "I'm sorry, Ranboo." Eret's deep voice echoed in his mind as he struggled. "Please- please, it wasn't m-" he was cut off as he was thrown into a cage, his back smashing against the metal. "We'll deal with you tomorrow." the locked the cage and walked off. "Wait, get me oit! Sam! Eret, pease!" a voice. "Ranboo." Dream. It was hime, the man who did it. "How could you do this?" his voice gave away his happiness. "You,, you made me do this!" Ranboo lunged forward, but he was met with the metal wall of the cage. "Me? Why would I kill all of thos people?" "Becuase you're you! You are a monsyter!" "No, Ranboo. You're the monster." the words hit him like a truck.

Monster,,

You killed them,,

It's your fault,,

You deserve to die,,

Die,,

DIE
DIE
DIE
DIE
DIE
DIE
DIE
DIE
DIE
DIE
DIE
DIE
DIE
DIE
DIE
DIE,,
DI,,
D,,

NO
It wasn't you
You were forced
It was him

"No. You did this. You made me do this because you're a monster! You're a ⏚⏃⌇⏁⏃⍀⎅ who uses people to his advantage!" Ranboo yelled. "You did what you always did, you used me as a pawn for your plans! You-" "Enough, Ranboo!" Sam was here, he hit the cage with his sword, the rattling echoing in Ranboo's head. "Go, Dream. he is to be executed tomorrow. "Executed!?!" Ranboo exclaimed, fear and anxiety overcoming him. "For what you did, we will be taking your last life, so I hope you have a good night's rest." 

Ranboo lay there in the night, wishing this wasn't real. He couldn't believe he had let Dream take control of him and kill all of his friends. His son. His husband. Please, they had to have been joking, they won't kill him,, will they? What if they do? Ranboo will be a ghost, left to wander. Sure, they will respawn in due time, but he'll be a ghost wgo they'll remember as a murderer. He has to escape, he has to. He banged against the wall of the cage, trying to loosen the lock. The continued for atleast an hour before the pain stopped him. There was no way out, he wpuld be killed, and he wopuld watch his friends hate from afar. He would be forced to hide in the shadows, away from everyone in order to keep his mind safe from the things that they would inevitably say to him. The words they would say,, 

Monster
Murderer
Terrifying
Beast
Jerk
Bitch
Motherfucker
A cunt
Asshole

Some words would be said by Tommy, but they would still hurt. God, why did he let Dream take over? He could have fought it, he could have tried to snap out of it before he killed more people. It wouldn't have worked, most likely, but he could have tried. He didn't, he just watched as he being forced to kill his friends, his family. And how could he have killed Phil and Techno, the ones who took him in and sheltered him until he started living with Tubbo. What a fool he was for letting this happen. Maybe it was his fault, for not trying to stop it.

The morning came painfully slow, and he was taken to a podium. he was tied down and given a chance at trying to get out of it. All the ones he killed, inhured but alive again, watching him testify to what he did. Tubbo was in the front, his pained eyes staring up at him. "I just,, I just want to say that it wasn't me that did this to all of you-" "Bullshit!" Jack yelled from the middle of the crowd. "I watched you kill Niki, then you kill me!" "But- just let me explain-" "No, you fucking killed us, you bloody motherfucker!" "Jack, I can-" "How can you explain? You buried me alive for god's sake, you drowned Tommy too." George chimed. He wasn't yelling, but he was still pissed. "Guys-" "Let him explain!" Tubbo yelled. "I know he killed us all, but we should at least hear him out! Maybe he has a good explantion." "Are you believe him?!" "I never said that, but he's being offered the chance at living. And he IS my husband, so I still need him." Ranboo waited. "Now speak, Ranboo." he took a deep breath. "I know this will make absolutely no sense to any of you, but, it's worth a shot." he looked at the crowd. "I was being controlled when you all died. You see, I-I do this thing-well, I don't do it, it happens-anyways-this thing I call 'Enderwalking,' it happens to me, and I can't control myself. My eyes turn purple liek your average Enderman and I'm left in my mind," he looked at the perplexed faces. "You're probably wondering who is supposedly controling me, well,, it's Dream. I don't know for sure, but I'm certain. So what I'm saying is, Dream controlled me and made me kill all of you." he ended with a sigh. Tubbo stared at him, and Ranboo knew that he knew this was true, but the others did not. "I call bullshit!" George hissed. "Me too!" Jack yelled. "Hey, he's not lying! I know that this does happen to him, I live with him!" Tubbo said. "I know he killed us, but it wasn't really him-" "It has been decided. Ranboo will eb killed today." "What! No- please-" Ranboo struggled, but he couldn't free himself. "Wait, Sam, you have to believe him-" "He slaughtered these people, Tubbo. He killed my best friend. He needs to die." "But- I just fucking daid it wasn't really him- Sam-" "Puffy, raise the anvil." Puffy, who was atop a wooden tower, was holding a rope connected to an anvil. "Please please please please please please please please let this be a dream,," Ranboo mumbled to himself, knowing he was about to die. Tommy stared at him, sorrow in his eyes. "Drop it." In less than a second-what seemed like hours for Ranboo-the anvil dropped on Ranboo's head, blood spewing everywhere. In the chat, multiple sentences were read.

Captain Puffy has earned the achievement [✨Free The End ✨]
Ranboo was squashed by a falling anvil
[UNKNOWN] :)
[UNKNOWN] LOOK FOR THE EYE

And that was it. He was dead. His sins were atoned, it seemed. Now, he could live in peace without remembering what he had done. Or would he?

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Hello lovelies!!!
Gosh this was a long chapter but I just love angst, and Ranboo's character is fun to play with

Now, I'm not for certain if Dream in controlling his enderwalk state, so please don't come after me, I know we're far past that but i just want to do this
I love you all, and if you ever want someome to talk to or to vent, you can message me!!

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