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Ranboo has trouble sleeping in a bed alone. He didn’t know what was the cause of it, but his biggest guess was his Enderman genes, as they are social mobs. He knows that he should probably ask for help, but letting some of the most powerful people on the server, Philza Minecraft and Technoblade, know that he couldn't sleep alone in a bed? Gosh, that was just too embarrassing. He had already embarrassed himself a LOT since he had moved into Phil and Technos house, and he was extremely worried about being a bother. It’s not that big of a deal right? Just a few sleepless nights, but that’s already affecting him a lot.
“Ranboo!” A voice calls out, startling him as he fumbles to catch his balance. Gosh, he really needed to fix his sleep problem. Phil walks into the kitchen, bringing in some wheat and mushrooms. “Mate, could you make some bread and mushroom stew for dinner? I’m really sorry that you have to do this, but I’m busy chopping wood and Techno’s in the Nether trading with Piglins and I was wondering-” Ranboo cut him off with a laugh. “Of course Phil! It’s the least I can do to help.” Phil shot him a grateful smile, and walked back out. Once he was out of sight, Ranboo rubbed at his eyes. He was so damn tired. It wasn’t Phil’s fault of course, it was his own. Sometimes he hated his half enderman genes. He almost forgot what he was supposed to do for a second, before his last surviving brain cells reminded him about the food that was in front of him. He sighed, and started milling the wheat.
By the time Techno was back , the evening sun cast long shadows on the ground. The slanting rays of the setting sun gave a warm orange tinge to the sky, and the sky was ablaze with the fire of the setting sun. The little hut was filled with the delicious smell of fresh baked bread and the smell of mushroom stew. Phil stepped into the house with his hands full of logs. “That smells great! Thanks so much Ranboo.” Ranboo mumbled a sleepy “no problem” and Phil’s dad instincts kicked in. He leaned forward carefully. “Are you alright?” “You have really heavy eye bags.” Phil watched as the boy instantly began to focus on schooling his face into something that looked less like a zombie and more like an awake person. “Nono, I’m completely fine!” Phil pulled away, still looking suspicious, but he turned away and started setting the table.
Technoblade groaned. Honestly, sometimes those piglins were so picky. He probably shouldn’t have called his cousins that, but there was no harm in telling the truth, right? All he wanted now was to have dinner, then curl up on the couch with his favourite book. As he neared the house, chat started to scream again.
HOUSE POG
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Mm yum dinner
Ranboo and Phil good!
i smell stew
bread pog
Techno rubbed at his temples grumpily. He was not in the mood to deal with his chat right now. But he couldn’t deny the last two voices were right, he did smell the promise of a nice warm dinner. As he stepped in, he saw Phil setting the table and Ranboo (CHILD, screamed his chat) sitting on the sofa reading a book. But as he got closer, he could tell that his child was sleepy and struggling not to fall asleep. He decided not to comment on that, and left the ender child alone. But when everyone was seated at the table, it was obvious that Ranboo was struggling not to faceplant into his stew. After dinner, he pulled Phil to the side. “Have you noticed that Ranboo looks extremely sleep deprived?” “The poor boy looks exhausted.” Phil nodded in agreement, and Techno watched as he walked over to Ranboo, telling him that he didn’t need to wash the dishes and he should go to sleep.
Ranboo was extremely grateful when Phil (Dadza) came up to him and shooed him off to bed. But once his head hit the pillow, boom. He was not sleepy! He tossed and turned, trying to get into a comfortable position, but he still could not sleep. It was either too hot, or too cold. He tried sleeping in different spots on his bed, to no avail. He groaned, rubbing at his face. He didn’t know why on earth it was so hard to sleep. “Can’t you please just let me sleep for once?” He begged his enderman side. Maybe Suddenly, his mind spouted a very strange question: What if he were to go into Phil and Techno’s bedroom? His first response was to shut it down at once. He already was a bother, and now he wants to go into an extremely private place? But once he thought about it a bit more, it kinda made sense. What if he went there in the middle of the night when they were sleeping, and went back to his bedroom before he woke up? He decided to put his plan into action the next night. Time skip :))) “Good night!” Ranboo called as he went upstairs. He was buzzing with excitement and a little bit of fear, but his enderman side was telling him that this was a great idea. He just needed to wait until they were all asleep.
Time skip :)))
“Good night!” Ranboo called as he went upstairs. He was buzzing with excitement and a little bit of fear, but his enderman side was telling him that this was a great idea. He just needed to wait until they were all asleep.
Technoblade watched Ranboo walk up the stairs. He could tell that the kid had a plan on his mind, but he was unable to tell what exactly he was planning. He knew that Phil had noticed too though. He decided that he wouldn’t dwell on it too much, as it wasn’t like Ranboo was making a plan that would harm them! “ABSOLUTELY NOT
How could you even think of that!?
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He wouldn’t betray you
He’s just a smoll bean
He sighed and hoped it was true, but he knew that Ranboo, his kid, wouldn't betray them. He sat down on the sofa, taking out his “Art of War” Book. He heard Phil stifle a laugh and glared at him playfully. “What?” “Nothing”, Phil laughed, unable to hide it anymore. “It's just- you’ve read that book a bazillion times” “It’s a good book!” Techno defended. As the two bickered, a certain ender child waited patiently for them to go to sleep.
‘That's it, I’m tired, and I’m going to sleep,” Phil yawned. Techno grumbled, not taking his eyes off his book. “I’ll join you later, I’m almost done with this chapter.” Phil waved his hand, stifling a yawn. “Suit yourself.” He trudged up the stairs sleepily. Techno glanced at the clock, and looked back at his book again and shrugged to himself. A few more minutes wouldn’t hurt.
An hour later, both of them were in their shared bedroom getting ready for sleep. While Phil fell asleep almost immediately, Techno was left alone with his thoughts and his voices. They were screaming and spewing out various nonsense and trying to get him to eat his pillow.
Cmon techno eat it
Ya its a marshmallow
Its good
cmon do it
Suddenly, chat went silent. Techno was confused for a second but when he tried to make a sound, chat started screaming at him again.
QUICK PRETEND TO SLEEP
QUICK
ITS OUR BOI EEYY
ENDER BOI
CHILD
E POG
He did as chat told him to, and moments later he heard a creak coming from the bedroom door. A small head peeked out from behind it, and when Techno mde a move to get up and ask the child what was happening, chat started to yell at him. Again.
OI
TECHNO
STOP
LIE DOWN
He huffed at them before lying still again. Red and green eyes glowed faintly in the dark, and he spotted Ranboo creeping into the room. The ender child stopped, surveying their surroundings, before carefully climbing up on the bed, the two-toned tail of his swishing around. He paused for a bit, before starting to do something with his hands.
OMGSH THAT'S SO CUTE
HE’S MASSAGING THE MATTRESS
AWWWWWW
CATBOO
CATBOO
He hissed at chat to shut up, before focusing on Ranboo’s actions again. He had stopped massaging the mattress and he was now curling up on himself like a cat. like a cat. And he was purring. A rumbling sound coming from him, yep definitely purring. Techno’s heart definitely did not squeeze. Nope. He was the blood God. He had a reputation to uphold. He couldn’t just fall for just random teenager’s antics. Chat, however, had other ideas.
TECNOSOFT
TECHNODAD
YESSS LOVE THE ENDER CHILD
CHERISH HIM
YOU ARE SOFT TECHNO
MWAHAHA
Tecno groaned internally and glanced in Phil’s direction. To his surprise, he was awake. Huh. Phil’s eyes were filled with utter adoration and his mouth was making the “awwwww” shape. But Techno noticed the purring had stopped, and he felt the gaze of eyes on him. He turned slowly towards Ranboo, who had the “deer in headlights'' expression. Techo rushed to assure him, but Ranboo had already started talking. “Techno, Phil, I’m so sorry I’m so stupid I did this just because I couldn’t sleep alone Gosh I’m so stupid and I’m so so sorry I promise I won’t do this agai-” Techno cut him off. “Woah woah, slow down Ranboo. Firstly, what is this “can’t sleep alone” thing? Is this the cause of your uh y’know- zombiness?” Ranboo blushed at his words, ducking his head. “Yeah. I can’t fall asleep on my own because of my enderman genes or something. But once I get some company, I can usually fall asleep on my own for a week, but it’s still really embarrassing.” Phil looked worriedly at Ranboo. “Why did you hide this from us?” Ranboo looked away awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I thought that you might think I’m weak and pathetic, unable to sleep alone and I’m already a guest in this home, if I had to ask for another favour then it would be too much!” Phil rushed to console the anxious boy sitting in front of them. “Awee mate! We had no idea that you thought about it like that. We won’t be mad of course, you’re always welcome here! And that includes asking us for help.” Techno piped up suddenly, a small smile on his face. “So kid, that spot looks uncomfortable. Wouldn’t you like to squeeze in here?” he asked, pointing at the “too large” space between him and Phil. Ranboo’s face lit up immediately, waiting for a confirmation from Phil. “Go ahead mate!” He scrambled up to the spot, and lay down, breathing a sigh of relief. The kid must have been extremely tired, because as soon as his head hit the pillow, his eyes were already drooping. Phil and Techno lay down beside him, and as they did so, they heard a faint, barely audible whisper from the kid. “Goodnight Dadza and Technodad.” Phil’s face broke into a big grin, while Techno’s was a bright red. They whispered back “Goodnight kid.” And they all fell asleep peacefully.
Bonus from chat:
technodad heehee
DADZA
SOFT KID
Happi family pog
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