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ranboo always felt awkward with himself. peoples eyes were on him the second he hit his first growth spurt as a child. the 'wows' and strange looks always made him awkward.
he never paid too much attention to it until a new kid moved to his class. a new kid who quickly became 'top dog' and popular among the rest. for bad reasons of course.
it started with him bullying one of the quiet girls until she got sick of it and moved schools. then his attention was on the tall and somewhat scrawny ranboo.
it started with just him saying things not to his face but loud enough for him to hear. the next month it moved to comments to his face. following him home, yelling about his body. his facial features, his 'abnormal' height, his weight, his limbs. everything possible was pointed out.
ranboo never told anyone.
after a while he would find himself spending longer staring at the mirror. noticing everything that was commented on.
and soon this progressed..
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now he was 18, a big content creator with a lot of issues he never spoke about. it was easy to skip meals and not need to think about food with how much work he always had. he would always try to eat atleast eat one meal until one night something was off.
he was in his bed scrolling through twitter when he got the urge to go to the side of twitter his friends always told him to stay away from. the hatred. reading through, he focused on the comments on his appearance. it didnt make him sad, it made him weirdly motivated.
and now he was in the uk with his best friend who knew nothing of his current condition.
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he never was a fan of purging but being forced to be in one room with someone all the time it had to be done to not raise suspicion. he still hated it and cried after every purge but he didnt want tubbo to know his biggest secret.
"ranboo, why is there vomit in the toilet?"
he felt his heart drop. he forgot to flush.
"stomach bug, must have been the takeout from yesterday." ranboo spoke, rubbing his hand against the back of his neck.
"oh! hope i dont get sick" tubbo laughed. "hope it passes soon, im here if you need anything." the pair smiled. one unsure and one full of care.
one thing ranboo loved and hated about tubbo, how much he cared about the ones close to him. later that day ranboo awoke from a nap to a small care package on his desk. two bottles of water, electrolytes, some crackers, a dvd of some movie, and a bucket.
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the next day ranboo felt the weakest he had ever felt. every move of a muscle was an effort. he felt heavy. he hid it from tubbo the best he could. well until the time to stream came around.
talking so much was tiring but he felt he was playing the part well. tubbo was carrying the stream that was for sure but ranboo was glad. tubbo muted the mic and covered the lower part of his face.
"youre really pale, are you alright?" he muttered, ranboo just gave a light nod and tubbo unmuted again. tubbo seemed worried but carried on.
"ill get water" ranboo said, standing up. grabbing the desk for stability as his knees wobbled. his vision going spotty for a moment. tubbo watched carefully. ranboo put his thumbs up when the effects died down proceeding to then walk off screen, his heart pounding with stress.
tubbo continued to talk ignoring the worried messages in chat. simply stating that ranboo was a stomach bug and moving on to rambling about minecraft.
ranboo however once out of view of tubbo felt awful. his head spinning, his walk turning into some very drunk looking walk, unable to talk.
next thing tubbo heard was a loud thud, making him run off to his best friend.
when ranboo opened his eyes again, his head was pounding and a wet cloth was on his forehead with a very stressed tubbo hovering over him.
"are you hurt? what happened?" tubbo asked, helping him sit up.
"im exhausted" ranboo tried to lie. tubbo didnt argue but didnt look convinced.
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the next week wilbur showed up to the house. tubbo greeted him and quickly left, leaving ranboo and wilbur alone.
"tubbo is worried." wilbur started. "he has been calling me panicking. plus that clip going around of the thud and run. im concerned."
"im fine wilbur i promise. i had a stomach bug, nothing to worry about" ranboo crossed his arms.
"youre pale, your hair is thin, you havent been participating in the outings. something is up."
"wilbur i swear im fine." ranboo huffed, starting to bounce his leg in stress.
"plate in the kitchen. eat it and sit here with me."
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he ate with shaking hands. wilbur had thrown on some stupid show to fill the silence in the air. the hard part came after eating.
wilbur glanced at him from time to time. ranboos mind was a wreck. this was bad. he messed up. that was too much food. he didnt notice that his whole body had started shaking and his eyes started watering.
wilbur turned to fully stare at him.
"fine. i have problems" ranboo mumbled in shame, feeling the salty water run down his cheeks.
wilbur hugged him. "ill help you. its okay. i know someone who you can talk to."