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The enderman hybrid grew quiet as the demon hybrid walked away, a look of satisfaction on his face as he walked. The egg gurgled in glee as it stared at the assumed deceased teen, closing its pods and falling asleep after all the drama that had unfolded.

Ranboo remained motionless for a few minutes as he listened for the light tap of footsteps echoing around the infested cave to cease before attempting to sit up, albeit very painfully. He slowly pushed himself up, purple particles starting to swarm around his being and going to the gaping hole that had been made in his chest, the wound still spilling with fresh blood. It made the teen sick.

After a while, the tall boy carefully stood up, the blood flow not as harsh as it was before from the fast healing of the purple partcles. The teen wondered, what and how did his body produce purple particles? He quickly got broke from his thoughts, a flash of pain rushing through his body, causing him to lean on a nearby wall for support, a hand gently placed over his aching wound while his tail wrapped around one of his legs subconsciously, trying to bear the pain of the wound he assumed.

The boy knew he had to get his wound  treated but he wouldn't be able to do anything in the place he was at that moment. Techno.

Techno could help him. He had to. But, how would he get there? Technos house is miles away and he was in no condition to walk all that way.

As the teen thought of a solution to get to his friends house, he didn't realise that the particles had started to multiply, quickly engulfing his being. In the blink of an eye, he found himself outside Technos cottage. The sudden change of place left the teen slightly sick, not use to the feeling of having his body transported to one place to the other at the speed of light.

He shook his head, slowly ambling to his friends house. The further he walked, the more light headed he became. Sure, the purple particles that his body had produced were slowly starting to heal his wound but that didn't mean his blood loss was going to stop.

As he grew closer to the piglin hybrids house, the more he thought of what the warrior might think of him as well as do with him. Would he leave him to die? Would he help him? Does he even know how to help him?

The teen slowly stumbled up the icy steps, gripping onto the ice-cold hand rail like his life depended on it. He slowly and gently pulled himself up the stairs, tripping and slipping on the slippery stairs and his own feet.

He cursed slightly at himself when the ice melted slight on his hand, shaking said hand frantically in a desperate attempt at getting the water off. Soon, purple particles had started healing the burn, leaving a nasty scar in the centre of his palm. The teen winced slightly at the sight of the scar, quickly turning his gaze to the door that was only inches away from the boy.

The teen went to knock on the door when suddenly, he collapsed. Guessing his body finally gave out after all the stress that had been put on it on top of the blood loss, forming migrane and light headedness.

Right before darkness encased the teens vision, he heard rapid footsteps and saw the door swing open, familiar hooves entering his darkened vision. Ranboo smiled slightly at the familiar sight of a certain piglin hybrid before finally, letting himself fall into the comforting arms of the black abyss called sleep.

After who knows how long, the tall teen had started to stir; the eyes of the hybrid opening slightly before squinting from the bright light. The teen slowly sat up, one of his eyes closed and the other open; a drowsy look plastered onto his face. He felt like he had been asleep for only a few minutes when it had only really been hours.

The boy brought up his clawed hand up to his head, running his hand through his hair, a yawn escaping his tired and sore body.

He started to look around the room he had been situated in, a curious glint slowly rising into the teens multicolored eye. The room looked...... familiar. Suddenly, it hit him. He was in Technos room.

The events of the past hours came crashing down on him like a pile of bricks. The egg, Bad, the stab wound. THE STAB WOUND.

He immediately looked down to where his wound would've been, but was pleasantly surprised to see that his giant stab wound had been bandaged. Rather well in fact. But he could still see a soft glow of purple radiate from underneath the slightly bloodied bandages. He guessed his wound was still open or at least bleeding slightly so the particles were still trying to heal him but he could tell that his stab wound wasn't nearly as bad since the glow of the particles were a lot softer than they were before hand.

He carefully moved from the bed he had been laying down in, leaning on a wall for support, grunting in discomfort when a flash of pain flashed through him.

As slowly as the teen could, he slowly limped towards the door to the room with his tail remaining limp behind him, assuming that it would lead to the main area of Technos cottage. He carefully opened the door, a light squeak hitting the boys ears as the door moved on its rusty hinges. The teens eyes stared out across the slightly dusty hallway, looking down both ways before heading towards the bigger, more open doorway, still leaning on the cottages snow white walls for support.

He soon found himself at the main doorway, now gazing at two familiar figures chat and cook in the kitchen. The teen decided to just listen, curious about the topic that his two mentors were discussing.

"So, let me get this straight, you found Ranboo just outside the door, unconscious and bleeding?" Phil asked, eyes trained on Techno as his hands fumbled with whatever was in them.

"Yes, you should know Phil. You were right there." Techno affirmed, pointing to a spot just a few feet from where the piglin hybrid sat.

"I know! I wasn't the one who found him outside the door though, plus, I wasn't looking." Phil defended, crossing his arms as he stared at the place he had been standing just a few hours prior, a look of concern flashing through his eyes as he thought of not finding the injured teen at all.

Techno sighed, catching the look in the humbled mans eyes.

"If you're thinking about what might've happened if we didn't find Ranboo: get that thought out of your head." Techno mumbled, looking at Phil with his half-lidded blood-red eyes.

"I know....but I can't stop thinking about what could've happened if he wasn't outside..." Phil voiced, his tone laced with concern and mild fear at the depressing thought.

"Hes alive and stable, you shouldn't be thinking about that. Hes fine." Techno reassured, standing up to go and rub his friends shoulder in an attempt at comfort.

Phil smiled at the kind gesture, chuckling slight at his stupid thoughts.

"You're right Techno, I just wonder how he got into that bad of a state." Phil uttered, his mind pondering on different thoughts and solutions to how the boy got into that state.

As soon as those words left Phil's mouth, Ranboo let out a quiet sigh, mentally scolding himself about worrying the winged man. Deciding they deserved an explanation.

The teen knocked lightly on the wooden door frame, catching the attention of the two older men; both of their eyes widening in surprise at the sight of the tall boy.

"Ranboo! What're you doing up? You should be lying down." Phil remarked, immediately fussing over the tall hybrid, causing the teen to sweat drop at the fathers antics.

"I'm fine Phil. Though, it would be a good idea to sit down" Ranboo replied, starting to make his way over to the couch, Phil helping the teen almost immediately.

As Ranboo sat down, his tail curling beside him nervously, he failed to notice that the two older hybrids were staring worriedly at the teens chest, more specifically: the slightly bloodied bandages and the light purple glow resonating from said bandages.

Ranboo soon caught the slightly puzzled gazes of his friends, him returning the confusion as he glanced between the two men.

"Two questions." Techno started. "One: how did you get such a big puncture? And two: why are you glowing?" Techno asked, raising a brow as he used his hoof to gesture to the teens midsection.

"I'm glowing? Oh! Those are just some particles that my body produces, they're currently healing me and how I got like this in the first place..... that's a long story." Ranboo explained, rubbing his neck slightly as he thought on how he was going to explain his little 'story' to the two people infront of him.

"Please tell us what happened" Phil uttered quickly, eyes not leaving the bandage wound as he said that.

Ranboo sighed, mentally preparing himself for 'story time' and a bunch of questions.

And so, Ranboo started talking. As he explained the story, Techno and Phil were listening intently, both of them nodding along as he listened to the teens story. The older hybrids questioned the teen throughout the explanation, to which the teen answered truthfully, or at least as truthfully as he could.

It took a while but Ranboo had managed to get the main point across, satisfying the concerned hybrids minds with the information they had needed. Phil and Techno didn't bother to question the teen any further as they had already asked a lot of questions while the boy was explaining himself, instead, deciding to let the teen rest. Something he deserved and needed after such a horrific experience.

Despite it being almost midday, the teen slept soundly. Exhausted from all the chaos he had been through within the last few hours.

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