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"BOO!"
"AHHHHHHHHHHRG!!!! TUBBO!" Ranboo screamed, his tail thrashing.
"Hahahahahaha!" Tubbo fell off the couch, laughing. "You should have seen your face!" The ram was on his back kicking his hooves in the air.
"WHAT IN THE NAME OF END WAS THAT FOR!" The Enderian had a claw on his heart, and their eyes had a faint purple glow. "You jerk! You almost scared me into an Enderwalk!"
"Sorry bossman, I couldn't help myself." The ram stood up, and Ranboo almost screamed again. The ram's face was covered in something , and it looked uncannily like a zombie.
"Tubbo, what happened to your face?" The Enderman questioned, tilting their head.
"Oh, this? I'm a zombie! Grrrrrr!" Tubbo growled, showing his teeth. Given the fact that that he’s a herbivore, it wasn't the most threatening thing Ranboo’s ever seen. It almost made the mob laugh.
"Clearly. But why?" Ranboo asked, still confused.
"Why? It’s Halloween, ya doofus!" Tubbo smiled spinning around to show off his costume. It was incredibly well made. He had made it look like his scars were bleeding and zombified. His clothes were all ripped and covered in fake blood and goop. Yet the Enderman just blinked.
"Well? Ranboo? What do you think?" Tubbo asked shyly. He looked really proud of his costume (as he should be).
"I think you look absolutely terrifying. But why would you want to look scary?" Ranboo asked again. "What is a Halloween?"
Tubbo looked slightly shocked. "You-you’ve never heard of Halloween? How? Didn't like, Dream or Techno or someone ever take you trick or treating?"
"No? Techno always seemed busy. And as for Dream, they never let me outside at night. They always said that they were worried about my Enderwalk, I dunno..." Ranboo trailed off at the pitying look across Tubbo's face. "Sorry." They said quietly.
"Nonono, don't apologize bossman! I just feel bad that you've never been trick or treating!" Tubbo reached up to grab his husband’s face and bumped his forehead to the Enderian's.
"Trick or what?" Ranboo was full of questions tonight.
"We're taking you trick or treating tonight big man!" Tubbo said grabbing his comm and typing something on it.
"We? What? Who are you texting? Tubbo?" Ranboo said in absolute confusion.
"Yes, we, trick or treating, Tommy, and shut the fuck up and go get Michael from his room. I put him down for a nap earlier in his costume so he could stay up later tonight. It is his first Halloween you know," Tubbo said, answering all of their questions at once.
“Alright? I guess?” Ranboo said, turning to head upstairs and get his son from his nap.
A knock on the door had Tubbo going to open it. “Tommy! Love the costume! What’s with the bag?” Tubbo said all at once, inviting the boy inside. The boy who was currently dressed as a raccoon.
“Yeah yeah, Dadza made me wear it, shut up,” Tommy grumbled, tossing the bag on the floor. “The bag just has some Halloween shit in it, don’t worry about it.”
“Well that’s sus,” Tubbo said cheerfully. “But we happen to have a crisis on our hands. Ranboo has never, in fact, gone trick or treating. He hasn’t even heard of Halloween!” Tubbo said with an overly dramatic sigh.
“Hm, That’s a crisis if I’ve ever heard one,” The raccoon taps his foot on the floor. “Where is that son of a bitch anyway?”
“TUBBO WHY IS OUR SON DRESSED LIKE TECHNOBLADE”
“They’re upstairs waking Michael up from his nap,” Tubbo answers Tommy calmly, the only sign he had even heard his husband being a flick of the ram’s ear. Tommy burst out in a bought of laughter.
Ranboo was downstairs immediately. “Tubbo answer the goddamn question.” The Enderian demands, their face serious. But Tubbo has known him long enough to recognize the laughter in their voice, in their eyes. The ram’s face shapes into nothing less than an evil smirk.
“He looks adorable, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The ram’s ears twitch ever so slightly as he holds up the three-year-old, who is now wearing a red cape, golden crown, and a small wooden sword.
“I- well- you know what- actually I see no valid argument here, you are completely right.” Ranboo sighs, taking Michael from Tubbo and putting him on the ground to let him play with the Enderman’s tail.
“Exactly. Because I’m always right.”
“I wouldn’t go that far-”
“Would you two stop it? You argue like an old married couple.” Tommy says, smiling at his friends.
“We are a married couple” Tubbo turns to look at him.
“I’m not stupid, you dumb zombie ram. But we should focus on the problem here- Ranboo isn’t wearing a costume. I’m not going to take them trick or treating in that.” He says, gesturing to the simple shirt and jeans the mob is currently wearing.
“Hey-”
“You are absolutely right. Bossman, you need a costume.” Tubbo stood up, a finality in his voice that made Ranboo laugh.
“Alright, I see no way out of this one. But what kind of costume?” They said, looking at the other’s costumes. Tubbo looked scary, like he had put a lot of time and effort into it. Tommy looked- well, hilarious would be a mean way to put it- adorable? In a way? Maybe? (Ranboo is really trying too hard here, he isn’t even fooling themself.) But Tommy’s costume, however silly, didn’t look like it was made in an hour. Ranboo had no costume at all. Nether, He didn’t even know what Halloween was up until half an hour ago! (They still didn’t really get it, but it’s important to Tubbo) The Enderman swished his tail, and consequently yelped. He looked down to see Michael still holding the Ender’s tail. Tommy and Tubbo laughed.
“Careful, Michael, that hurt me.” Ranboo softly scolded his son, lifting him off the floor and gently taking their tail out of the toddler’s grasp. Michael looked sorry, and placed the crown he was wearing on his father’s head. Ranboo sighed. “Apology accepted.” They said placing the crown back on Michael’s head and placing the toddler back on the floor.
“Hey, there’s an idea!” Tommy said, eyes widening.
“Well, are you going to tell us or are you going to leave us wondering?” Tubbo turned to look at his brother. Ranboo simply wrapped their tail around his own wrist to prevent Michael from tugging on it again.
“Ranboob could go as a king! He already has a crown, right?” Tommy directed the last part towards the mob in question. The Enderian nodded “And It’s not like they need any special makeup or anything for it.” Tommy finished, turning back to Tubbo.
Tubbo brightened. “Hey, yeah! It’s not like you have any shortage of gold and silver either, what do you think Ranboo?” Tubbo asked. Tubbo looked so excited, and Ranboo was still so curious about the whole ‘trick or treating’ thing. What’s the worst that could happen?
The bench trio spent the next hour getting Ranboo as kingly as possible. They do often wear a lot of jewelry because he found that the glint of the gold was calming, and also they were raised by Dream. That man wore enough gold to buy out a small country, and in hindsight, probably stole most of it while on pirate crusades with Puffy.
It normally took Ranboo a full hour to get all the jewelry on in the morning by himself, but with Tommy and Tubbo helping him, he was fully changed and royal by 9 o’clock.
“There!” Tubbo said as Ranboo put on his last rings.
“Ay man, you are literally shining Ranboo,” Tommy said, eyeing the gold that covered them from horn to tail. (Ranboo had a shocking amount of jewelry for his thin-ass tail) Ranboo smiled.
“So uh, why do you accomplish by ‘trick or treating.’” Ranboo made air quotes around the words.
“Whatdya mean ‘accomplish’?” Tommy asked, mimicking the action. “You go from house to house and collect candy, then you eat it. That literally it.” Ranboo’s dual-colored eyes lit up.
“There’s candy?” They asked, a smile splitting his face. Tommy resisted the urge to smack Tubbo.
Just kidding Tommy smacked Tubbo.
“You didn’t tell him what the entire point of Halloween is!?” He yelled, no malice in his voice.
“I forgot, ow! It’s fucking hard explaining Halloween to someone.” Tubbo made excuses and rubbed the back of his head.
“Tubbo, man, best friend, ram boy.” Tommy sucked in a breath. “You don’t get to tell me you can’t explain Halloween when you literally have told me about how many times you’ve had to remind Ranboo of their entire fucking life story.” Ranboo laughs and nods.
“That is a good point Tubbo,” Ranboo says as the trio heads back downstairs.
“Well I’m sorry, I’ve never had to explain an entire holiday to someone!” Tubbo replies, grabbing Michael from the living room.
Tommy unzips the bag he brought with him and takes out some smaller bags, handing them off to Tubbo, Michael, and Ranboo. “Here, you put all the candy you collect in here.” He explains to Ranboo.
“Y’know, I’m glad we’re still young enough to go trick or treating,” Tubbo says happily. Ranboo has to be filled in on the fact that yes, you can be too old to trick or treat. (They seem to get sad at that.) And the trio heads out the door for a night of pranks and a morning of feeling sick.
Also, they may have lost Michael like one time but they found him again so it’s all good. It’s terrifying how quickly that child can make friends with drowned.