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Part 1 of Good for Nothing
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2021-08-27
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2021-08-27
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When you're gone, you're gone for good (and good for nothing)

Summary:

A little modern Au one shot for a series im starting of ranboo and dsmp centric stories! :)
(PLEASE read notes haha)

Ranboo and tubbo have been living in a house after they adopted michael when he was 4. They are platonic partners/raisers but over the past year and half, tubbo has lost his job, turned to alcohol, and treated his family poorly. One night after he talks bad about michael to Ranboo and is drunk at home, Ranboo, who is supporting the house himself, finally snaps. 9 years later, 16 year old michael is in for a surprise when his, since gone, 2nd father tubbo shows up at his school unexpectedly.

The first chap. is the prologue and unless said other wise the other chapters are normal.

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Notes: check the tags
TW: slightly drunk actions, fighting

****I don't condone shipping tubbo and ranboo, as they aren't comfortable. They aren't married in this fic, but they are "platonic partners" as in, they adopted and raised a child together, platonically..? (haha)*****

Ranboo works as a freelance electronic's-coach/? on a website for people who aren't tech-savvy and also has a local part-time job at a bookstore. This is a dreamsmp/ hybrid canon modern au, meaning all the hybrids and mob hybrids are still hybrids and they exist all throughout the modern world. Ranboo is half black enderman half white ghast hybrid (for the sake of the story, ghast). Tubbo is a Ram-human hybrid and michael is adopted by them, he doesn't know his birth parents and is a piglin-mostly-little-human-hybrid. for lore reasons michael's zombified eye is blind and has a scar over it.
I think that's it TT.

Chapter 1: Prologue

Chapter Text

A clanking sound can be heard throughout the house as Tubbo clumsily sets his Beer bottle on the coffee table. Small footsteps pad down the stairs and peer over the edge of the railing, "Papa?"

"What!?" He yells, flailing to sit up on the couch. 

Michael flinches back at the harsh tone, "M' sorry... it's okay. Nefermine'" 

Tubbo glares back at the child, who is starting to pad back up the stairs, "Well, you came all down here, don't bother me with nothing'"

At that  moment, the front door opens and Ranboo comes in, his Tall black and white form looking across the room to the scene before him, "What's happening here?" He glances back at Tubbo on the couch, "Tubbo! Are you drunk again?"

Tubbo shrugs his speech slurring, "So what if I am?"

Ranboo looks back at Michael's small form huddled back on the stairwell, "Michael, go back to your room, okay?"

Michael nods, running back up the stairs.

"Tubbo...you know you can't do this. What are you doing..?" Ranboo asks as softly as he can muster, walking slowly towards the drunk boy/man (tub is 22, ran is 23).

Tubbo shrugs, "What's it to you? Just tell that Brat to leave me alone-"

He stands up abruptly at the end of that sentence, making Ranboo take a step back. He turns clumsily towards the taller man before him, "You're always trying to control me! I can make my own decisions around here."

Ranboo frowns, "I'm trying to do what's best for you, Tubbo. You can't come home drunk every single day! You're supposed to have a job, you're supposed to help me raise our son!"

Tubbo scowls, "I didn't even want our son! Who would want to be around that freak??"

Ranboo glares back, "I'm not going to have this conversation with you while you're drunk off your ass. I will not have you influencing our son like this and affecting his life while yours is out of control. Go, Tubbo. I don't wanna see you again here until you get sober and your life together."

Tubbo falters, "What do you mean, leave?! You can't tell me that. Where am I supposed to go?!"

Ranboo points to the door, "I mean leave, Tubbo. I pay for this house if you haven't noticed. Your stuff will be packed by the morning. After that, I don't want to see you near here until you can prove you've changed. Someday, Tubbo, you'll realize it's your own actions that cause people to push you away."

And like that, Tubbo was gone. Michael had heard little pieces of the argument and is crying on his bed.

Ranboo goes up to check on him and they cuddle on the bed.

"It'll be alright, Michael. It will all  be okay, I'll never leave you." Ranboo whispers to him.

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