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Ranboo hugged his mothers goodbye. “I'll miss you both!” he warbled, hugging them both as tight as the eight year old could.

They smiled and hugged him back. “comm us as soon as the ship docs” Puffy said, ruffling the eight year old’s hair.

Ranboo let go of them and hugged Sam “I’ll miss you too Sam!”

Sam smiled and bent down to hug him “I know you will kid, We’ll all miss you around the city.”

“Remember to show Ranboo around once they arrive.” Minx told Eret who’d commed them.

“I know ma, I’ll be waiting for the ship to port with Dream.” Eret said, “I’ll get a map and everything, everyone’s really excited to see you again Boo.”

Ranboo grabbed their bag “bye ma! Bye mom!” he ran up the ramp and into the ship.

“Remember to comm us every week!” Puffy called. 

“I will mom!” Ranboo ran in and the door shut behind him.

His mom had said that the ship was a converted cargo ship. It was incredible, Ranboo adored exploring every nook and cranny. 

After a month and a half of travel a servant took him to the front of the ship to see the stars. 

Ranboo commed Eret just to show her them in person.

The tearburns were worth it for seeing the stars for the first time. 

Then an unknown pod docked. 

Ranboo was quickly taken to a room that was in the middle of the ship that had a bed and several weeks of food supplies.

The walls were so thick they couldn’t hear anything. 

So they waited. 

And waited. 

And waited.

Until the food supply started to dwindle, and Ranboo couldn’t get out of the room. 

Until they were thrown into the back wall as the ship entered the gravitational pull of a planet. 

The door was dislodged and Ranboo was able to push it open. 

He saw the bodies of the people meant to protect him. 

There was so much blood.

It smelled of rot.

Ranboo went back to his room and tried to forget.

He grabbed his comm and jammed the distress signal but it’d been broken in the crash and wouldn’t turn on.

Schlatt really hated his job sometimes. Like now, especially now. Why was he sent to investigate the meteor that’d landed? Weren’t there more qualified people?

Apparently not. Which was why Schlatt got to look at a space rock. 

But it wasn’t a space rock.

Whatever the fuck it was certainly wasn’t made of rock. 

As he got closer Schlatt got more certain the absolutely massive whatever-it-was wasn’t man made. 

He went in what he assumed had been a door and saw the bodies. The bodies that were far from human.

Schlatt walked in and looked around. The ship was huge. So what’d happened? And what were these strange creatures? Schlatt started taking pictures while walking around when he heard a scream. 

He turned around and saw what seemed to be a child staring it him in what he could only assume was terror. 

It was very hard to tell with the blindfold covering the kids’ eyes.

Schlatt backed away near the exit “it’s ok kid. I’m not going to hurt you. Is anyone else alive?”

The kid made some weird sounds in the back of his throat and motioned for Schlatt to get back.

Schlatt did, getting a shitty picture of the kid as he did.

Every day he came back with food and water, alien or not he knew what a kid looked like and the alien looked far too much like Tubbo for him to sit by and do nothing. 

Slowly the kid made a little dirt shelter with what seemed to be their belongings in strange purple boxes.

Schlatt brought something warm when there was an unusually bad rainstorm in the hopes to help the kid keep warm. He’d nicknamed him Mark.

Mark was huddled in the middle of his little dirt shack trying to keep dry. A drop of water leaked through and landed on his head, causing the child to yelp.

Fucking hell, did water burn the kid’s species?

Schlatt set his umbrella down with the food under it so that Mark could grab it without him or the food getting wet. 

Mark teleported, grabbed the food and teleported back.

Woah

The next day Schlatt brought a tarp with him and put it over the first to keep the water out. 

After six months of daily visits Schlatt had a small grasp on the language Mark spoke. He seemed to speak two, but would speak to Schlatt with one and rarely the other. Just as well, Schlatt couldn’t speak in the strange warbles of the kid’s native language.

“ꖎᒷℸ ̣  ᒲᒷ ℸ ̣ ᔑꖌᒷ ᓭ𝙹ᒲᒷ∴⍑ᒷ∷ᒷ ᓭᔑ⎓ᒷ”

“𝙹ꖌ”

He’d managed to convince his superiors to let Mark stay with him as he was the only one the kid trusted.

He set up the basement for him, giving him the spare room as he figured Mark covered his eyes because the sun was too bright for him.

Eret waited at the doc for a ship that would never arrive. Hours passed, ships came and went but never the End Ship.

They commed Puffy and Minx. “Ranboo’s ship hasn’t arrived, I’ve waited all day.”

“It should, we never received any comms about delays.” Puffy said, opening their own comm.

“When did you receive the last message from it?” Eret asked, thinking of the worst case scenarios.

Minx looked over Puffy’s shoulder “Seven months ago..”

“Oh my void.” Puffy covered her mouth “How did we not realize? We should have as soon as they stopped sending pictures of the stars.”

Eret glanced out at the void, why couldn’t it have been them lost in the void. Why did it have to be Ranboo?

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Tubbo Underscore was 14 when he found out he had a brother.

Well, not a brother. But who the fuck was Mark and why did everyone in town know who he was?

And why was everyone asking Tubbo about him?

“Sorry, who’s Mark??” Tubbo finally asked.

“Mark, Schlatt took him in a few months back? Something about it being for work? I dunno.”

Tubbo walked into the house and dropped his suitcase “Dad!”

“Office!” 

Tubbo went up to Schlatt’s office “who the fuck is Mark??”

Schlatt looked up from his monitor “no idea. Why Tubs?”

“Because people keep asking me about him. And saying he’s living here.”

“Oh wait, I had a coworker stay over because he was in town and didn’t want to get a hotel. That's it.”

Tubbo grinned “a coworker you say?”

Schlatt groaned “yes, a coworker, and nothing more.”

“I’ve never heard of Mark before.”

“He transferred departments. Tubbo, he is just a coworker. Let it go.”

“Dad, mom left years ago. Why not look for someone new, someone better.”

Schlatt groaned softly “Tubs, right now I’m way too busy with work and everything else that comes with life.”

“That’s why I go to boarding school, dad. You can’t say you’re busy all day every day.”

“I am. Can you drop it Tubbo? I have a conference call at ten. There's some risotto in the fridge or you can order a pizza.”

“Ok dad. Have fun.”

Weeks passed and people kept asking about Mark. After a while Tubbo got a description out of a cashier.

Tall, always wore a mask and sunglasses and was anxious. 

“That could be anyone and dad won’t tell me shit.” Tubbo complained to Tommy as they played minecraft on their server. 

“Then don’t ask him. Just find out for yourself.”

“How the fuck can I do that?”

Tommy groaned “well where would Schlatt hide shit to do with Mark he knows you won’t find it?”

“Uhh fuck I don’t know. Maybe the basement? I haven’t been down there since I was like 8.” Tubbo said.

If Tommy’s camera was on Tubbo would have no doubt that his eyes would have lit up at the mention of the forbidden basement. He was more eager to see what Schlatt had hidden down there far more than Tubbo had ever been.

“Yes! It’ll be like real life hello neighbor!! What kind of lock is on the basement door?” Tommy asked, far too enthusiastically.

“A master lock I think, one of those heavy duty ones.”

“Perfect, those fuckers are super easy to pick, get a cheap lockpicking set and you’ll be down there in no time.”

“I’m not picking a lock to my dad's basement Tommy.”

The lockpicks arrived three days later. After a youtube tutorial Tubbo opened the lock with little effort. 

He crept down. The basement looked far from abandoned like he’d thought it’d be.

Instead it looked lived in. There were weird purple boxes in a corner and stuff littered around. And some reality show Tubbo didn’t know or care about was playing. 

He made his way to a messy bedroom and turned his phone light on to look around. 

It was pitch black with the curtain covering a small window at the top of the wall and no lights on. 

But that wasn’t what Tubbo was focused on. 

He was busy staring at the wall behind the bed. And the chain that was welded to a metal plate that’d be drilled into the wall.

He followed the chain with his phone flashlight to where it was attached to a cuff that was snuggly around the wrist of whoever was sleeping in the bed.

What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck.

Tubbo took a few pictures and left the way he came.

Schlatt noticed at dinner “Tubbo why are you glaring at your mac and cheese?”

Tubbo stopped stabbing his mac and cheese to look up at Schlatt “who the fuck is in the basement?”

“No one’s in the basement Tubbo. Did you go down there? It’s not safe, it's filled with junk. And watch your language,” Schlatt said.

“Yes there is dad! I fucking saw them! Is it to do with work? Because that’s the only reason I can think of that makes any sense considering that you have them chained to the wall!” Tubbo glared up at his father, waiting for what the next lie would be.

“I can’t tell you Tubbo.”

“Yes you fucking can!”

Schlatt sighed “I will talk to the higher ups to see if you can meet him, but I can’t make any promises. Tubbo this is incredibly classified shit, there’s only a handful of people who are in on this.”

“How serious.”

“You have no fucking idea Tubs, more serious then you could ever imagine.”

It took a month but by the end of it Schlatt had successfully been allowed to tell Tubbo about Ranboo. 

Tubbo vibrated as Schlatt unlocked the door and led him down. It was still messy inside and very much lived in.

Mark was trying to shove stuff into the purple boxes to clean up.

Tubbo watched from the stairs until he turned around and jumped. “Oh, hey.. Tubbo, right?”

“And you’re the Mark everyone keeps talking about and thinking is my brother.” Tubbo said.

“Uhh, yeah that’s me. Nice to meet you.” Mark held out his hands but didn’t look Tubbo in the eyes.

Tubbo stared at what little of his face he could, most of it was obscured by a face mask and sunglasses.

“So why are you living in my basement Mark?” Tubbo asked.

Mark laughed nervously and he glitched. For half a second standing in his place was an eight foot something creature with split dyed hair. He looked at a band on his wrist and typed something and human Mark disappeared.

Mark glanced at Schlatt who nodded. “I crash landed on Earth six years ago.”

“Crash landed? Are you an alien or something?”

“Yeah I’m an Endarian.” Mark said.

Tubbo looked at Schlatt “but why are you staying here and not some government facility? And what's with the handcuffs on the wall of the bedroom?”

“He’s here because when he first landed Ranboo only trusted me because I found him.”

Ranboo nodded “me being here and not somewhere else surrounded by humans will also help not start an intergalactic war which is always a good thing.”

“A fucking what?!” Tubbo demanded.

“Ranboo’s the prince of The End. And one of his moms really likes murder.” Schlatt says.

Ranboo nodded “ma never covers her eyes. When they find out I’m on Earth they’ll want to finally obliterate Earth.”

“First, obliterate? Second, you mean like the End from Minecraft?” Tubbo asked.

Ranboo’s blood ran cold “what’s Minecraft?”

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“Minecraft, the game. Here let me show you. Dad I can take Ranboo up to my room to show him Minecraft right?” Tubbo asked.

“Yeah go on, I'll start dinner,” Schlatt said with a smile, happy his two kids were getting along.

Tubbo pulled Ranboo up to his room “so youre a real life enderman. What’s with the sunglasses and mask?”

“Endarian,” Ranboo corrected. “The mask is to hide my mouth. My cloaking on my comm can’t hid every feature. And the sunglasses are for how bright everyone is and so I don’t make eye contact.”

“You mentioned your mom doesn’t cover hers so does everyone in the end cover their eyes?” Tubbo asked. He got in his chair and booted up his pc

“Yes. Eye contact is really rude in The End. Wars have been started because someone looked directly at an enderman’s eyes.” Ranboo explained, he sat on Tubbo’s bed.

Tubbo booted up a new world and made an end portal in creative mode to go to The End.

Tubbo switched to survival to demonstrate what happens when you look at an enderman in game. “And when you look at them again they freeze in place!”

“We don’t attack people for no reason. And the paralysis is the opposite. If I look at you with my eyes uncovered you’d not be able to move.” Ranboo said.

Tubbo nodded and pulled beds from his inventory to kill the Ender Dragon.

The screams and wailing filled Tubbo’s room as it dissolved into light.

"⋏⍜!"

"⊑⍜⍙ ☊⍜⎍⌰⎅ ⊬⍜⎍?!"

"⊬⍜⎍'⎐⟒ ⎅⍜⍜⋔⟒⎅ ⎍⌇ ⏃⌰⌰!"

"⊑⍜⍀⍀⟟⏚⌰⟒ ⊑⎍⋔⏃⋏!"

And so many more all merging together into one.

Tubbo looked back at his bed to see Ranboo’s reaction, but there where only purple particles where he’d sat.

“That’s so cool.” He said.

It didn’t take rocket science to figure out Ranboo was probably in the basement so Tubbo made his way back down, stopping when he heard shouting in a language he couldn’t understand.

"⍑ᒷ∷ ↸ᒷᔑℸ ̣ ⍑ ⍑ᔑᓭ ʖᒷᒷリ ℸ ̣ ⚍∷リᒷ↸ ╎リℸ ̣ 𝙹 ᔑ ⊣ᔑᒲᒷ!"

"i ꖌリ𝙹∴ ╎ℸ ̣  ⍑ᔑᓭ rᔑリʖ𝙹𝙹 ʖ⚍ℸ ̣  ᓭ⍑𝙹⚍ℸ ̣ ╎リ⊣ ∴𝙹リ'ℸ ̣  ᓵ⍑ᔑリ⊣ᒷ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᔑℸ ̣ , ╎ℸ ̣  ∴𝙹リ'ℸ ̣  ᓵ⍑ᔑリ⊣ᒷ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ !¡ᔑᓭℸ ̣." 

"ᔑ ℸ ̣ ⍑𝙹⚍ᓭᔑリ↸ ||ᒷᔑ∷ᓭ! ᔑ ℸ ̣ ⍑𝙹⚍ᓭᔑリ↸ ||ᒷᔑ∷ᓭ ᔑリ↸ ⍑ᒷ ╎ᓭ ᓭℸ ̣ ╎ꖎꖎ ᔑ↸↸╎リ⊣ ╎リᓭ⚍ꖎℸ ̣  ℸ ̣ 𝙹 ╎リ⋮⚍∷||! wᔑᓭ ꖌ╎ꖎꖎ╎リ⊣ ⍑ᒷ∷ ╎リ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ⎓╎∷ᓭℸ ̣  !¡ꖎᔑᓵᒷ リ𝙹ℸ ̣  ᒷリ𝙹⚍⊣⍑? wᔑᓭ d𝙹𝙹ᒲ╎リ⊣ ᒲ|| !¡ꖎᔑリᒷℸ ̣  ᔑリ↸ ᒲ|| !¡ᒷ𝙹!¡ꖎᒷ リ𝙹ℸ ̣  ᒷリ𝙹⚍⊣⍑ ⎓𝙹∷ ⍑╎ᒲ?"

"i ↸𝙹リ'ℸ ̣  ꖌリ𝙹∴. Rᔑリʖ𝙹𝙹 i ꖌリ𝙹∴ ℸ ̣ ⍑╎ᓭ ╎ᓭ ⍑ᔑ∷↸, ╎ℸ ̣  ╎ᓭ ⚍リ⎓ᔑ╎∷ ʖ⚍ℸ ̣  ∴ᒷ リᒷᒷ↸ ℸ ̣ 𝙹 ⎓𝙹ᓵ⚍ᓭ 𝙹リ ⎓╎ ̇/╎リ⊣ ||𝙹⚍∷ ᓵ𝙹ᒲᒲ ᔑリ↸ ⊣ᒷℸ ̣ ℸ ̣ ╎リ⊣ ||𝙹⚍ ⍑𝙹ᒲᒷ. Hᒷ ᓵᔑリ ∴ᔑ╎ℸ ̣  ⚍リℸ ̣ ╎ꖎ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷリ."

"ℸ ̣ ⍑╎ᓭ ╎ᓭリ'ℸ ̣  ⎓ᔑ╎∷, リ𝙹リᒷ 𝙹⎓ ℸ ̣ ⍑╎ᓭ ╎ᓭ ⎓ᔑ╎∷. W⍑|| ᓵᔑリ p⍑╎ꖎ⨅ᔑ m╎リᒷᓵ∷ᔑ⎓ℸ ̣  ↸𝙹 ∴⍑ᔑℸ ̣ ᒷ⍊ᒷ∷ ⍑ᒷ ∴ᔑリℸ ̣ ᓭ? w⍑|| ╎ᓭ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ∷ᒷ リ𝙹 ⋮⚍ᓭℸ ̣ ╎ᓵᒷ 𝙹リ ℸ ̣ ⍑╎ᓭ ⍊𝙹╎↸ ⎓𝙹∷ᓭᔑꖌᒷリ !¡ꖎᔑリᒷℸ ̣ ?!"

Tubbo watched Ranboo allow Schlatt to hug him as he cried, steam slowly rising from his face as his tears rolled down his face.

Tubbo went back to his room.

“So bossman, how is the actual End like in comparison to in game?” Tubbo asked once Ranboo went back up.

“Really different, there’s all kinds of biomes and creatures.” Ranboo said, sitting with Tubbo.

Tubbo hung onto every word, fascinated by every detail.

“I have a nature book I can lend you, it’s in EndSpeak but there’s illustrations of everything and I can read it to you.” Ranboo said.

“Oh yeah!! I’d love that!” Tubbo said jumping up.

“I’ll go get it, you stay here.” Ranboo teleported back to the basement again and went through one of his shulker boxes and grabbed two books.

⏁⊑⟒ ⌰⍜⌇⏁ ⏚⟒⏃⎍⏁⊬ ⍜⎎ ⏁⊑⟒ ⟒⋏⎅ and ⏁⊑⟒ ⎅⍜⍙⋏⎎⏃⌰⌰ ⍜⎎ ⎅⍀⏃☌⍜⋏⌇. Ranboo buried the later deep in the bottom of his ender chest and teleported back to Tubbo’s room.

Tubbo took it and flipped through it. “What’s the book called?” he asked Ranboo.

“The Incredible Beauty of The End.” Ranboo said.

Tubbo nodded “do you think you can teach me endspeak?”

“Only Endarians can speak it but I might be able to teach you to read it. And I can definitely teach you to read and write Common” Ranboo said, looking at the illustrations over Tubbo’s shoulder.

“If you do that’ll be so poggers.” Tubbo said, blissfully unaware.

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After two years of knowing of his existence Tubbo could confidently say Ranboo was his best friend. Of course Tommy was also his best friend, they both were.

Tommy would always be Tubbos first friend, his best friend. They would always be there for each other.

Tommy was anything but happy when Tubbo announced Ranboo would be joining them at school. 

Tommy hated Mark. Mark was Tubbo’s new best friend. Mark was a dick and planning to replace Tommy as Tubbo’s best friend.

Everyone got replaced eventually, and now it was finally Tubbo’s turn to replace Tommy for Ranboo.

Ranboo knew all about Tommy and couldn’t wait to meet him. He couldn’t wait to meet every human really, the town was small and he always spoke to the same people who worked with Schlatt.

Something new would be nice.

The Esempi Academy was big, and old according to Tubbo. A brick building that sort of looked like a castle in the documentaries he’d watched about England.

And he was rooming with Tubbo, apparently Schlatt had pulled a few strings to get that to happen because Tubbo was supposed to be roommates with Tommy and roommates weren’t supposed to change.

He’d also gotten out of gym with a few doctors notes that some of Schlatt’s coworkers had written.

Though Ranboo was tall and could teleport his lung capacity was about half a humans and his bones where far more brittle then a humans.

Also having to be in close proximity to sweaty teenagers gym class was a terrible idea given Ranboo was burned by water.

So Ranboo got to have an extra study hall.

With all his shulkers in his inventory and ender chest Ranboo didn’t have many human things to decorate his side of the room with that’d been freashly stripped of all of Tommy’s things.

Tubbo as on his bed as he watched Ranboo pull the right shulkers from his inventory. “If people working at nasa where able to fix your comm why can’t you message your family?”

“There’s no signal. Which is really weird because Dream got it for me and it’s supposed to be able to have signal no matter where you are in the universe.”

“Who’s Dream again? Someone important right?”

“He’s XD’s son, so second only to Lady Kriten in authority.” Ranboo said as he set the shulkers on his bed and started unpacking his clothes and books. He looked at ⏁⊑⟒ ⎅⍜⍙⋏⎎⏃⌰⌰ ⍜⎎ ⎅⍀⏃☌⍜⋏⌇ that’d been burried in his shulker for the past two years and shoved it in his ender chest.

Tubbo could never read it.

Tommyinnit was pissed . Kicked out of his dorm last minute for fucking Mark . And now he had to be roomed with Purpled. Fucking Purpled!

There wasn’t anything wrong with Purpled but he wasn’t Tubbo.

Purpled wasn’t happy about the arrangement either as Tommy walked in on him moving his pc set up to his side of the room.

“Sweet PC! What are the specs?” Tommy asked throwing his suitcase on his new bed.

Purpled listed off some absolutely insane specs.

“Holy shit what do you play that needs specs like that?”

Purpled shrugged “I have cod, Valorant, minecraft, stardew, overwatch, to name a few and I make mods so I need a big harddrive.”

“Thats so fucking cool. What mods have you made?” Tommy asked, temporarily distracted from his hatred of Mark.

Ranboo heard crying when he walked into the bathroom. He was very familiar with the sound of crying though usually it was his own along with stinging as his own tears burned him.

“Hello?”

Whoever was crying sniffed “what do you want?”

“Are you ok?”

“I got the girls uniform and I’m not allowed to change for orientation because there’s going to be pictures taken for the school website.” they said.

Ranboo tried to think of a solution “hey, how tall are you?”

“I’m like 5’8, why?”

Ranboo stepped into the stall next to the person crying “they’ll be long, but we could switch, I don’t mind wearing a skirt for the day.”

“Seriously? You’d do that?”

“Yeah sure, besides it sounds like it’s important that you don’t wear a skirt.”

Ranboo heard the other person chuckle “dysphoria is a bitch.”

“That it is.” Ranboo tossed his trousers over the stall and the skirt was tossed to him. They put it on and left the stall to look in the mirror.

It reminded them of playing dress up with Eret, running around in their mother's clothes while pretending to be them.

Ranboo didn’t have much time to dwell on memories as the other person stepped out. The ends of the pants had been rolled up several times but other than that they fit fine.

“Hey! Look at you! You look great. We should probably go unless you want to be late to orientation.” Ranboo said.

They nodded “yeah, I’m Fundy by the way.”

“Mark.” Ranboo said, they walked out the bathroom together. 

“And your pronouns?”

Humans rarely asked Ranboo’s pronouns apart from the government people who asked just a little too much.

“He/they” they said automatically.

Fundy nodded “he/him.”

In orientation, Fundy and Ranboo both got in trouble for not being in the ‘proper’ uniform.

A teacher also tried to take Ranboo’s mask and sunglasses before a different stopped him, knowing Ranboo had both for medical reasons.

“Are you a guy or a girl?” Some dick asked.

Ranboo shrugged and ignored him.

The more they thought about it the more the question kept eating at them. They tested femanine pronouns for themselves in english and common until they’d made their choice.

At the end of orientation Ranboo found Fundy “hey Fundy, I changed my mind.”

“About what Mark?” He asked assuming Ranboo would tell him that they needed to change back.

“I prefer She/they pronouns,” Ranboo said, smiling under her mask. 

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Ranboo found themselves going on a lot of late night walks, conscious and unconscious alike.

Whenever he woke up somewhere other than his bed he’d wander around exploring and learning his way around. He’d also fix the lawns when he saw perfect little cubes of grass and dirt laying around.

Sometimes she’d give in to her instinct and make her own perfect cubes before putting them back where they belonged.

“So you’re the one who’s been wandering around.”

Ranboo turned around to see a guy wearing a yellow sweater and a cane down the hall. “Uh yeah, I have insomnia so I go on walks a lot when I can’t sleep.”

He smiled “so am I, I’m always more awake at night then in the day so I walk around. I’m Wilbur Minecraft.”

“Mark,” Ranboo said “she/they”

“Oh you’re Tubbo’s Mark! Tommy’s really pissed off at you.” Wilbur said.

Ranboo had already been told by Tubbo that Tommy didn’t like her but that didn’t make it sting any less. “He does?”

“Yeah but he’s easy to win over, don’t worry.” Wilbur smiled “who you need to worry about is Techno, he’s away at a fencing tournament right now so you don’t need to worry yet but he’s a scary guy. So make sure you get on his good side if you want to be friends with Tommy.”

“Thanks for the advice.” Ranboo glanced out the window at the void “is it true you’re Philza Minecraft’s son? That you, Tommy and Techno are?”

“Yeah, Minecraft isn’t that common of a surname. If you want me to get Phil to write you an autograph or something then you’re asking the wrong person; he only does that at minecon or for charity.” Wilbur said.

Ranboo nodded. C harity, how noble of him. “Don’t worry I don’t want anything like that, I was just verifying, people have talked about it but I wanted to make sure for myself.”

“Just making sure, I’ll see you around Ranboo, good luck with Tommy. He’s stubborn as fuck but once you win him over he’s the most loyal person ever. Are you still having trouble finding your way around?”

“Oh yeah, I have a really bad memory so part of walking around is just getting to know where everything is.” 

“I can show you around, you can tell me why you’re wearing sunglasses at night and a face mask and I can tell you about my cane.”

Ranboo considered it and nodded, she didn’t have anything to lose by saying no. “sure.”

Wilbur and Ranboo walked side by side as he told Ranboo where they were, pointing out classrooms and other rooms of importance. “So, why the sunglasses?”

“My eyes are really sensitive, they’re albino so I wear sunglasses so I’m not always blinded by light. I have my mask because I have a really weak immune system and could die if I get sick.'' That wasn’t totally false, Ranboo hadn’t been exposed to many diseases that were common on Earth; because of her biology she really wasn’t able to have vaccines and everyone had agreed along with hiding her ‘creepy’ mouth it was best to avoid getting sick at any cost.

Wilbur nodded “I have really bad back pain, it’s weird because it’s ont on my spine but kind of in the areas between my spine and shoulder blades on both sides where my birthmarks are. The cane helps me not hunch over and makes it easier to get around without being in pain.” 

“Void, I’m sorry that must suck” Ranboo’s head was spinning as she thought about what Wilbur had said for the rest of the tour.

Between his spine and shoulder blades. Where his birthmarks are. The more Ranboo thought about it the more her heart sunk as she tried to remember everything she knew about wing amputation.