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The Soot family, as Ranboo finds out, hate horror movies as much as he himself does.
It starts as any normal Friday, except by the time he gets back to the Soots’ house, there’s yelling and screaming and Tommy is practically rushing to put up Halloween decorations. Of which Ranboo politely reminds the werepup that there’s still 30 days to go, they do not need to be putting up Halloween decorations. In return, Tommy impolitely yells at him; “It’s never too early to start Halloween!”
Which reminds Ranboo why he hates Halloween. Having grown up in mainly an old-fashioned town that hadn’t quite accepted that fae (technically changeling) like him were being welcomed into the modern world, Halloweens were never really fun . The other children in town seemed to think it was funny to wear their coats inside out and always spill candy everywhere. And Ranboo wanted to explode at them, but he couldn’t because he’s supposed to be polite.
There were many more reasons why he didn’t like Halloween—including but not limited to: being forced to watch scary movies, people waving iron around like nothing, just all around general suckiness .
This month, however, was going to be Ranboos’ first Halloween out of town. He’s only stayed in Ezempi with his older brother Dream for four months, but during that time it’s been infinitely better. So, maybe he has a bit of hope.
Knowing how humans work, he’ll be watching scary movies all through October.
He decides maybe he should express how he does not like horror movies at all during lunch. Yeah, that’ll be a good idea.
For now, he’ll just mess around with Tommy and Tubbo in the kitchen—and hope to all above nothing spills.
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“So, Ranboo,” Tommy starts off, taking a bite of ham sandwich. “Opinions on horror movies?”
Ranboo pauses from where he was about to take a bite of his own sandwich, eyes flicking up to meet the other boys’ eyes. “Uhm… I don’t know.”
Tommy groans. “Lame response. Wilbur did a whole ballad dedicated to his hate of them when I asked. Be like Wilbur, boob boy.”
Laughing, Ranboo quickly swallows his bite of sandwich. He adjusts himself to where he wouldn’t accidently put his elbows on the table or drop food on the floor. “I apologize for being my own person, Tommy. But for the record I don’t exactly like them, I mean Coraline was fun to watch and was entertaining and like the only inherently scary movie I can stomach—”
“Good. You have taste.” Tommy cuts him off. “You’ll fit right in this October. Techno’s gonna be forcing us to watch shitty romcoms all month though and I’d say those themselves are horror movies.”
“I think the romcoms he puts on are nice—”
“OH GOD NOT ANOTHER ONE—”
“Please don’t yell my ears hurt—”
“Sorry, sorry Ranboo.”