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Tubbo groaned in his sleep, faintly hearing something coming from the kitchen.
He got up and walked down to see Ranboo sitting on the kitchen floor, quietly sobbing, knife in hand.
Tubbo froze.
He spoke quietly so as not to scare Ranboo, “Ranboo, put the knife down-“ he ordered softly.
Ranboo only softly chuckled “why?” he asked.
Tubbo tilted his head in confusion? “what do you mean, ‘why?’”
Ranboo looked up at Tubbo with tired eyes and chuckled once more “stream after stream, cut after cut, it never ends does it? just one, long, painful, never ending loop of pain”
Tubbo Looked at Ranboo, fear and grief in his eyes “oh boo-“
Ranboo shook his head “Other teenagers my age find joy in partying, sharing memes with their friends, dirty jokes, but me?” Ranboo laughed, “Me?? I find joy in slicing open my legs” Ranboo laughed a sad and pitiful laugh “how fucked up is that? but the thing is, it gets rid of the pain by creating a different kind of pain, trading mental pain for physical pain is a trade willing to make” Ranboo sobbed earnestly.
Tubbo held out his hand for Ranboo to take, Ranboo slowly took Tubbos hand.
Tubbo led them to the couch where they both sat down, Tubbo softly led Ranboos head to rest on his shoulder, “talk to me ‘boo” Tubbo felt Ranboo very slightly nod on his shoulder.
Ranboo started “I just like the pain, it feels so relieving, like letting out the pain on the inside by giving it a passageway to leave through” Ranboo looked to the shorter teen “does that makes sense?” Tubbo also nodded “it does”
Ranboo sighed “but i’m scared, i’m scared of death, it should be easy, just pop a few pills in my mouth and boom, done”
Tubbo drew in a sharp breath “Ranboo, are you suicidal?”
“Yea” Ranboo answered in just above a whisper
“Oh ‘boo” Tubbo whispered before full on hugging Ranboo, they later fell asleep, arm in arm on the couch.