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Today was the day. A week after Micheals' tenth birthday and the fifth anniversary of the server being officially abandoned. They were finally leaving.
Doubts still fill Ranboos' mind though. What if Micheal doesnt even have any player code in him like he thought? The ex-zombie piglin sure gives off signs, he could age, he needed food, he could very well use a inventory over a bag. Everything someone with a drop of player in them had.
But what if?
The ender hybrid sighs, holding their face in their hands. He should stop by a few places first, final goodbyes yknow?
Ranboo stretches, standing up. "MICHEAL! I'M HEADING OUT FOR A BIT! YOU KNOW THE RULES, DON'T LEAVE THE PERIMITER! WE'LL LEAVE WHEN I RETURN!"
"YES DAD!" His kid — his son, his son. Sometimes he still can't believe he has a son, light of his life. — yells back in response. His voice echos downstairs, along with the sounds of chickens. One of the few animals they had left.
Ranboo sighs, running a hand through his hair. He should cut it, its starting to grow past his shoulders, returning to its old state of going past his hips. He shakes his head, snatching the crown from the dresser and placing it carefully on his head.
Making sure he has his boots on, along with a coat and a extra jacket for good measure, he steps out into the white covered land. Faint memories, good and bad enter his mind for a fleeting moment before disappearing again. He can see his breath and would like to get this done and over with, get home before the monsters come out and its too late to start traveling.
His first stop? The twin houses across from his, ivory and vines growing on them despite the snow. At least there wasn't a hint of red in there, seemed they lived far enough to be left alone. Though he's found bloody red vines dengrously close to the perimeter. He had taken joy in burning them.
He shakes his head, clearing his thoughts. He turns his attention to the twin abandoned houses, owners long since left for better beginning and new adventures. Both of the owners were travelers at heart, preferring to be able to spend days on the move. One of the few abandoned places he has good memories with all around. So why not stop by, a last farewell till he leaves this server, follow in their footsteps. Maybe he'll meet the two again some day, wherever he ends up.
He starts walking, his boots making a crunch noise every time. His tail flicks from the cold. The hybrid reaches the stairs, taking a step up them. They're creaky, like they hadn't been taken care of in years. Which they hadn't.
He places a hand in the doorknob, turning it. It smells just as its always has. Fresh burning wood, the stink of polar bear, and the nice warm feel of a home. But the polar bears were long gone, having ran away after their owner left. As all the animals of the server had. They had probably, in a result of fate and tradegy, been infected by the crimson vines creeping slowly to the perimeter. Starved in the woods, from a fight, or just simply got to weak to continue. Either way, it wasn't happy. Nothing was.
Ranboo sucks in a breath, reaching into his pocket. He pulls out a small knife engraved wood with words and serpents.
For the senseis' student. Doesn't mean we're close or anything.
He smiles, the slowly fading memory of finding this in his mailbox one day entering his mind. That was a good day.
The hybrid steps into the house, kneeling where a shoddy chair sits. He carefully places the old gift onto the chair.
"Had to return the gift huh. From mentor to student, from student to mentor. "
It was probably cheesy sure, but something about doing that lifted something from his shoulders.
He stands up, turning away. He knows what he's doing for the next house. He reaches into his pocket once again, hands grabbing on to something rough but smooth. He pulls out a tiny gem, green, sparkly, and shiny. The kind that would distract a bird, 'cause birds like shiny things.
Ranboo giggles to himself at the thoughts, and the memories, of a winged man getting distracted by the corner of something in the corner of his eye.
The boy walks across the bridge, opening the door to the other house and entering. The pictures of familiar faces are on the walls, friends. It's crowded by stuff, much like the other one.
He turns to a shelf, one with nothing on it. It looked out of place in the world of wonders.
"I heard you liked shiny things. Thanks for being 'round. When you were that is."
He simply puts the gem on the shelf and leaves.
Next stop: The forest.
He would have to go outside the perimeter for this. He takes a quick look at the time, a few hours before nightfall. Enough the get back in time to start traveling.
The ender-hybrid closes his eyes, starts humming a tune and lets his feet take him whee he needs to go. He knows the way. He's walked the path many times, enough to where his memory, as horrid as it was, wouldn't fail on him.
The forest wasn't nesscarily part of the path, nether travel would be far faster, but he prefers the forest.
The forest is safer anyways.
And if he stops by and leaves a few flowers by turned over dirt, marking where many pets lay, so what?
He reaches the edge of the forest in an hour, a crumbling stone wall appearing. He didn't want to go here, but he's doing it anyway. For closure. He walks past the mansion in the background, he was looking for something else. Something much smaller a simple two story house.
He walks up the stairs, pushing the door open. Ranboo breaths in and out as to not lose himself. The place brings back bad memories, of yelling, screaming, and crying through the night.
He doesnt look up when he enters, he doesnt want to view the pictures. A ugly reminder of that night.
He strides over to the table, picking up a old rusty comm. It belonged to him, but he left it in the house after finding no use for it, or a reason to bring it along in the move.
One last thing, for closure.
Suck it up, Ranboo tells himself. Dont be a coward that runs from his problems.
He starts scrolling through the contacts, reaching one and clicking 'Call'.
…
[Calling Tubbo_]
…
[Error: Unable to reach contact. Please record a voicemail instead.]
The two toned hybrid sighs, running through what he wants to say.
"Uhm… hello, again. You'll never get this, you never do. It's always "unable to reach contact" isnt it? But, you're a jerk Tubbo Underscore. A complete and utter jerk. I hope I never have to see you again, and I hope Micheal doesn't have to suffer through meeting you.
Anyways, we're finally leaving the server. Thought you could keep us on the ground huh? Well I wish Prime rains her wrath onto you one day."
One last thing. For closure.