"Ranboo! I'm home!" Tubbo shouted into the house. Ginnit flinched and started pressing the side of his head, the loud noise made his head hurt and his ears ring. "Please don't do that again," he asked Tubbo. "I'm sorry, I didn't know that would happen," Tubbo said apologetically. Then the gears clicked, "Who's Ranboo?" Ginnit asked Tubbo. "Well, he's-," Tubbo began before both of them were interrupted by the sight of a 6ft tall enderman hybrid creature coming down the stairs.

They all made eye contact for several seconds before Ginnit fell from his floating in a state of panic. "What is THAT?" He said scrambling off the floor with fear in his voice. He clearly did not remember Ranboo either. "That," Tubbo said, trying not to laugh, "is Ranboo." "Oh... How do you know him?" Tubbo replied, "He's my husband."

The dumbest look in existence came over Ginnit's face at this information.

"Why didn't you tell me you were married!" Ginnit started. "I did. Before you died," Tubbo explained.

"Is anyone going to tell me what is happening?" Ranboo asked, completely confused as to what was going on. "I will explain after dinner," Tubbo told him in a whisper; Tommy was focusing on floating again.

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Over the course of dinner, Ginnit got to meet Michael and relearn how Ranboo and Tubbo met. Then they set up housing arrangements. Ginnit was going to have a room across from Michael and incase of emergencies there was an escape room and tunnel installed under the floor.

When Ranboo showed Ginnit his room, he had a look of awe. The room was magnificent; it had a plush bed, a decent bedside table, a large bookshelf, extra shelves on the wall, and a beanbag chair. "This room is great!" Ginnit said, "remind me to stay at your house more often!" Ginnit's childish nature made Ranboo smile, it had been a while since he had seen that face.

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Once everyone had gotten settled, they all got ready for bed. Ranboo sat on the edge of the bed he shared with Tubbo and asked the question he had been holding in all evening, "Can you explain what just happened? Where did he come from?"

Tubbo turned to look at him, "I found him at the cemetery. I have good reason to believe, as well as you, that Tommy has taken the ghost route. It is important that we keep him safe."

"That makes sense, but keep him safe from what?" Ranboo asked in confusion, "As far as I know, nothing can kill a ghost. They have infinate respawns."

"That is true. I meant keep him safe as in ease him back in slowly." Tubbo clarified, "He has massive memory loss and if he meets the wrong people at the wrong time, a lot could go wrong."

"What do you expect we do?" Ranboo asked, trying to set up a game plan, "Get him adjusted and send out the news, then let people visit?"

"That is the intention, yes," Tubbo said as he started climbing into the bed, "We just need to make sure it isn't anyone who wants to hurt him."

"Sounds good to me," Ranboo said as he layed down under the covers as well, "Goodnight." "Goodnight."