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Ranboo didn’t know where he was.
I mean, that happened sometimes, obviously. But this time he just... had no idea.
He was in some kind of Overworld house? How’d he get here, who’s was this?
He sat up, looking around and trying to find something he recognized, like really recognized. When that failed, he went to things he knew the names of. Across the room were shelves of books and a table of enchanting. He was sitting on a resting place, which his legs dangled off of. Unsurprising, as they were built for the far smaller inhabitants of the Main dimension.
He saw a head peek up from a hole in the ground, see him, then hoist itself up onto the floor. Ranboo watched him, furrowing his brow.
Ranboo had a suspicion of what this creature was- not human nor of the End- but a Piglin resident of the Fire realm. He’d never seen one- he was pushing his luck going to the Overworld as often as he did- but he’d heard about them from travelers in the city. Large, far more animal than person, dressed in tattered rags and gold. Though, this one seemed fairly well-dressed by human standards, so maybe Ranboo was buying into stereotypes. Hell if he knew.
The Piglin shouted something, which was returned by a much more human shout. There was another? Ranboo hadn’t known of Nether and Overworld creatures interacting. The piglin shouted a last time then turned to Ranboo.
“Ranboo.” He said simply. It was strange, hearing an End name roll off a Nether tongue, and it sounded wrong, but Ranboo just nodded.
“That’s me. And who are you, exactly?” He said.
The piglin didn’t respond, only shaking his head as Ranboo spoke. He said something- something Ranboo’s broken Piglin couldn’t decipher, though it didn’t really sound like Piglin at all- and a blond human emerged from the same hole he had, saying something else.
They started having a conversation, it seemed, and Ranboo felt isolated. They kept looking at him, possibly talking about him, but he didn’t understand a word of it. He started fidgeting with his hands as their gibberish filled the background.
He heard his name and perked up. The piglin was looking at him.
“Ranboo-” and that was all he could understand. There was a few seconds of silence after the piglin’s sentence before Ranboo responded.
“I don’t know what you’re saying, I don’t speak your language.” Wait- his language- Ranboo got an idea. Piglins have to speak Piglin, don’t they? Even if this one wasn’t right now, he had to know. He was rusty, and never knew much in the first place, but he tried his best to gather the words he knew into a coherent sentence.
“Don’t know... uh words. I am- wait hold on... I... talk enderman.” Ranboo had to be honest, the only word he was confident in there was enderman. Ranboo hadn’t noticed that the pair had resumed talking before, but they both fully stopped when he spoke. They stared at him.
The piglin said something and the human started laughing. They conserved again, briefly, and the piglin began a sentence, interrupting himself by turning to Ranboo and saying
“You speak piglin?” It seemed more natural coming out of him than whatever else he was speaking. Ranboo nodded.
“Yes. Small.”
The piglin blinked, then turned to the human, saying something, bewildered. The human was still laughing, and waved at him to continue.
“Alright. I guess this is how I’ll talk to you for now."