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Ranboo slowly opened his eyes, greeted by a blinding light. "Ugh, am I dead?" He groaned. He sure felt like it.
"Hello little one." A booming voice said, seemingly echoing all around them. "You are dead, and you have been permitted to go to heaven." Ranboo stares, shocked. "Wait so I am dead? How?? Why don't I remember??" God hesitated. Wow, Ranboo cannot wait to tell Tommy and Tubbo that he made God hesitate. "..Yes you're dead, but I cannot tell you how you died, that is classified." God says, their confident facade cracking.
Ranboo thinks about that. Wait- "So I can't know how I died? How am I supposed to live peacefully knowing that I will never know how I died!? Please tell me," Ranboo gave god puppy eyes😿. God scratched their necks, unsure what to do. "I cannot tell you, unless you want to go back and be a vengeful spirit."
Ranboos eyes widen, and he snaps, as if remembering something. "So I was murdered!" He said, way too happily for the sentence. God stared at him, bewildered. "Wha-" He cleared his throat, trying to make his expression monotone, but not succeding. "What do you mean by that, young one?"Ranboo naenaes in response.
God just blankly stared at him, squinting his eyes in disbelief.
"Hey God? Is it true that you're nonbinary? Its my headcannon so I need to prove my friends right. Oh! Can we take A selfie for proof?" He rambled, already fishing for his phone. God just sighed, and snapped his fingers.
Ranboo looked up for a brief moment, to see that his surroundings changed. He was in a dark room with blood red walls. Ranboo looked to the right wall as something emerged from it.
Ranboo frowned. "Awww why'd God send me to hell?? Anyways. Hey Satan want a selfie?? I need proof or else Tommy and Tubbo will never believe me!"