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Ranboo is not having fun. He's not having fun at all. For one, his ex-husband (platonic) which he hasn't seen in literal years is bleeding out in front of him. On the verge of death. Second, none of the other medics who happened to be there that day will heal the, honest to prime, idiotic jerk of a brunette. And, last but not least: his heart is way to clingy and still cares deep, deep down, so he cant just let the hybrid die.
It starts around 15 minutes ago.
The fight is a violent one. It's not 'to the death; respawn is enabled, but its still violent. There were no rules, just the goal to win.
A 1v1. Both obviously skilled fighters, both with tricls up their sleeves.
The Seamstress, a well known fighter around the dark deep alleys of Hypixel to the more utopia part of the server. They're known for their blindness and undersized wings, being clearly a runt of whatever species they are, but that doesnt stop them from climbing the leaderboards. From running through the dystopian hellfire and the high-tech utopia of this damned server.
Atlas, a newbie at best, appearing a little under a week ago. They've shown to know more than a few techniques, having pummeled another of their rank with no problem. They climbed the leaderboard fast, clawing their way up and kicking others off to start over at the bottom. They wear a mask of their own face like their life depends in it. Pure white and goat shaped, tied around their head like a neat ribbon. Like a present made for the audiences entertainment.
The two engage in a dangerous dance of twirling dodges and sparactic kicks. One moves and the other follows. A dance of wits if you will.
Both move around the arena like a spider strings silk. Expertly moving around, blocking, parrying and looking for a opening in eachothers pattern. One slip up and the other is defeated.
The Seamstress isn't known for switching up their pattern. For most, this is a weakness, but they know how to string a fight to their favor like a puppeteer. They know how to use their unique, never changing pattern to their advantage.
Atlas seems to be a different story. They play dirty, their pattern switches like a tornado and they'll use any chance they get until they run out.
One similarity the two fighters have is their ability to see an opening.
Atlas lets a opening appear, and you can tell they know they fucked up. Meanwhile, Seamtress welcomes the opening with wide arms, embracing it and burning an even wider hole into it.
Atlas falls while Seamstress continues their reign.
Atlas fell off the edge, into the void. The sickening sound of lightning and bones cracking echo through the sky arena. And he hears someone calling his name. Not his name, but definitely what people call him.
"JANUS! Get your ass over here!" The fox-tailed hybrid runs up to him, panting and pulling on his suit-jacket. She's all panicked looking, with long hair more disheveled than it was 20 minutes ago. "Somethin' must've went wack with the respawn, cause now Atlas over there is bleeding all over the respawn room and theres nothing any of us can do-"
"Hearth, Hearth, calm down, we cant do anything if your panicking can we?" 'Janus' reassures. The ender-hybrid places his hands on the others shoulders. "I'm sure it isnt anything I cant deal with."
Hearth sniffs, wiling her eyes off. "Mkay… tho Atlas doesnt seem to have an ID. Not of any sort at all, so none of the other medics are even allowed to do anything. Your like
… the only one who can."
Janus follows Hearth as she leads them over to the respawn room. "I cant do anything either if the dude doesnt have an ID of sorts."
"But your the only one who can do it and get away with it Ra- Janus." Hearth sighs, pushing the door to the room open.
The white of the room burns his eyes and he has to blink a few times to get over it. Prime, he doesnt think he'll ever get used to that.
Once Janus's eyesight becomes clearer and sees who it is…
There, on the ground, with red covered hands and a slash on his chest is Tubbo Underscore himself in all his glory. The jerk.
"Oh hi, Ranboo! You cut your hair huh- heh- mullet boy." The goat hybrid giggles to himself, waving his slightly hooved hand at him.
Ranboo subconsciously brings his hands up to feel his hair. Stark white and a streak of black. Kind of like reverse Anna, from Frozen. "And you grew your hair out. Didnt take you as the type to have long hair Tubbo, or should I say Atlas?"
There's a squack from knd of the medics in the background. "YOU GUYS KNOW EACHOTHER?"
"Guess you can say that," the ender hybrid crosses their arms.
He quickly anaylises the injury from where he was, seeing if he could get a quick overview. The boys stomach is slashed, blood pouring sluggisy out of it, a million tiny cuts on his hands staining them red. The furred goat legs seemed to be singed — from the lightning, his mind supplied — and its obvious if he didn't get medical attention he could die.
And no one except him could do it. Unless… he thought about just leaving his old friend to die, he sure as hell deserved it at first glance. Tubbo walked out when his family needed him most. He had keft the server, leaving a abandoned comm and a kid behind. It would be a form of poetic justice maybe. His family walking out on him when he needs them most, just like he did.
But, deep down, Ranboos heart still cared. Yearned for the eccentric boy he knew, who layed blueprints on the table and ranted about them for hours. The one he could talk with for what seemed like forever, the one he has a built a makeshift family with. His heart yearned, and maybe if he saved him the yearning would stop.
its a horrible idea, Ranboos mind screams. Think about Micheal! How would he feel?
He ignores his mind.
"Okay everyone," he claps his hands together. "Please empty out the room. Hearth, Challan, I want you two to help me get T-Atlas to my bike, i dont think the jerk can do it himself."
"Hey! I so can walk by myself-"
"Atlas you are bleeding on the ground, probably on the verge of death," Hearth snaps, beating Ranboo to it. "And you heard the man! Clear out!"
The girl lets out an exasperated sigh as the rest leave the room, leaving only her, Challan, Janus and Atlas.
Who, were apparently her, Challan, Ranboo and Tubbo.
Moving the injured, scarred man outside was easy enough. Quiet save for the aimless rambling and groans.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Challan asks, shoving the goat hybrid onto the seond seat. The boy slumps onto the driver, arms latching around them like their life depended on it. The goat mask long sknce gone.
Ranboo stares at the handle bars, was it a good idea? "I know what I'm doing Challan. I'll be back tommorow and this jerk wont even be my apartment."
Hearth comes up, placing a hand on her brothers shoulder. "I'm sure its fine. Noe let edgelord over here go, before his patient dies from you stalling."
Challan sighs nodding. "Stay safe, Janus?"
"I will," Ranboo smiles. He brings his paws up to rest on the foodholds of the motorbike.
And then hes off, leaving tbe two twins alone on the side of the street as he rushes home.
"AHHH- SLOW DOWN DO YOU WANT ME TO DIE!?" Tubbo yells, hanging on fir dear life. As if he wasnt already dying, and bleeding all over Ranboos precious bike.
"ITS EITHER THIS OR YOU DIE VIA BLEEDING OUT, YOUR CHOICE!" The driver yells over the noise.
That gets the other to quiet down as they drive through the streets of lower Hypixel.
Ranboo has to refrain from slamming his door open. For one, his son is asleep and hed rather not wake him up. Two, probably would get him another eviction notice, and three: not a good idea in general.
The two toned hybrid instead opts for just openkng the door like a nomal person.
He sets his new patient in the couch, who rolls over to bury hid face in a pillow.
Ranboo needs to get this done quick. He opens umder the kitchen cabbiet, pulling out an emergency kit of medical equipment. Something he installed since that incident. He thinks to the scar that still runs across his nose.
The white haired hybrid makes his way back over yo his patient. "Tubbo i need you to roll over, so I cam help. Or do you want to die?"
"Don' wanna…" the goat boy groans. He peaks out from the pillow, revealing a slash on his cheek.
"…"
"So you kept the ring huh, Mullet Boy?"
"And you left me to rot on an abandoned server. You're lucky I didnt burn them the first chance I got."