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ranboo doesn't get angry often, and for a good reason. not because he has a soft personality, no no no. he loves to cause chaos as much as his two best friends. and it's not because he cares that much for how he looks. no. it's because he's part enderman, and when endermen get angry, they lose control of themselves.
ranboo has only enderwalked a handful of times before, and none of them ended pleasantly. enderwalking is a survival tactic, usually used to get enderman out of danger. ranboo thinks his instincts are broken, i mean, what kind of survival tactic leads you to cutting the wires of your school's electricity system?? hmm??? exactly.
ranboo had almost been home, he missed his bus after trying to fix a test grade, when it started lightly sprinkling. as if his day hadn't already been bad enough, now he was getting light burns. sprinting the rest of the way home, ranboo made it to his porch right before the rain turned heavy. hand on the knob, he twisted. conveniently, for plot reasons, it didn't budge. why was the door locked? surely his mother was home, she always gets out of work before he makes it home. a peek at the driveway confirmed that the car was in fact there, and tried knocking. minutes of futile trying later, he slumped down against the door.
no sounds came from the inside, maybe his mom was out? yeah, she had to be, right? she would just leave him out in the downpour. he sighed as the wind picked up, throwing droplets of water every which way.
using his book bag to cover his face, he started to get angry. his mother never let him have a house key, she was supposed to let him in. she knows when he gets home from school
if she wasn't so controlling, maybe he wouldn't be sitting here, getting burnt.
and he'd teleport inside, but there's a magic guard on it, blocking off his powers. his mom always said it was to keep his dad out, but he thinks it to keep him in sometimes.
he goes to look at the groupchat, to see if anyone could pick him up, but it looked like no one had been online since purpled asked about food. he didn't wanna bother anyone, so he slid his phone away.
if his stupid math teacher could teach math properly, he wouldent of failed the test, and never would of had to stay after to try and get a decent grade. he never would of missed the bus, or maybe he could of gone to tommys house with tubbo. he wouldent be sitting here in the rain, as his skin burns.
he decides school is the place of all his problems, and his anger only grows.
suddenly he blacks out, but not in a normal way. ranboo knows what's happening. he's about to watch as his body does something bad, something he can't control. he's just happy that his anger was directed at the school itself and not his math teacher.
as his body walked off the porch, water drops hit his skin. he knew he was being burned, he could see the marks, but he couldn't feel it, as he angrily walked his way to the school building. during his journey, he kicked a traffic cone, did not help an old lady cross the street, and made a baby cry. oh, and he also stole spray paint and other tools needed for his plans.
his plans, well, they weren't really thought out too well, his enderstate fueled by anger, pain, and the need to hurt what hurts him. revenge, some may call it. so, as he approached the front door of the school, a plan started putting itself together. well, less of a plan, and more of a to-do list.
the front doors of the school were locked, they always were, for safety measures. so, he did as any person in his situation would do. he walked to the nearest window and smashed it with a crowbar. glass shards fly, but that doesnt affect ranboo, his goal is just one step closer.
crawling through the window, ranboo gets small cuts here and there, fragments of the window in his palms. but that doesnt deter him, hes now inside the building.
looking around the room he can see he’s in a counselor's office, but he doesnt know which one. walking to the door, he tried the knob. this one twists easily, and he walks out. he turns left, towards the math rooms.
he grabs the stolen gorilla glue from his backpack, and heads to the teachers desk. he takes a seat, and starts grabbing stuff. he shoves a sharpie into his pocket for later. ranboo slowly glues each and every single item the remains down to the desk, then gets up and glues the chair to the floor.
walking away from the desk, he turns to the white board. pulling out his sharpie magnum, in black, and starts drawing smile faces everywhere, except the top right hand corner. this is the corner the teacher writes kids’ names for detention, and he filled it in all black. deciding this room was destroyed enough, he moved on to the basement.
now, ranboos never seen the basement, no students have. its dangerous down there, its where all the school electricity, air vents, and water tanks are.
now, ranboo never studied anything having to do with electricity, but it couldent be that hard to take it apart right? just, cut a few wires? yeah, that would work.
wires cut, he moved on to what he needed to do next. causing more property damage than he truly needed too, he started to feel tired. almost done , he thought.
making one last round through the school, trailing gasoline behind him, he decided he was done. not enough to burn down the school, but enough to make sure he wouldn't have to go back anytime soon. after being in the school for about 4 hours, he decided he was done. pulling out his phone, he messages the group chat.
crime? never?
7:32 pm
half moon cookie: lets say, hypothetically, that i were to of committed a crime. maybe by accident, maybe not. would one of you come and pick me up before the police were to find me?
old man: nah kid your on your own
Mr. Blade: yeah, i guess
jayler schwift: depends on how much money you got
manifold: tommy trashed my car, broke a window, and slashed three tires. my insurance wont cover it. so no, i wont.
mr charlie slimecicle: i am slime
half moon cookie: good, techno, ill dm you where i am, please hurry.
shawty, who is, indeed, like a melody: so i take it this wasent a hypothetical situation then?
ranboo heard technos car pull up after that, so he closed the group chat. they’ll find out eventually, no need to tell them. standing up, he opens the passenger door and gets in. he makes eye contact with techno, and they both look away, an agreement to not speak about it. he opens the group chat and texts one more time, a response to tubbo, and lets them wonder.
“your place, or mine?” techno asks, eyes never leaving the road.
“yours please, if thats okay.” ranboo says, shrinking in on himself. techno grunts in reply, and drives them home. ranboo falls asleep minutes into the drive.