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When a sudden wall of noise slammed against Ranboo’s ears, their first instinct was to grab the knife they kept on the table. His second instinct was to question his life choices, and his third instinct was to make Tommy leave the room.
With a sense of eerie calm, he got up from the table once Tommy and Eryn had left -although a part of him felt disappointed at the fact Eryn would also be spared, as long as Tommy was kept safe then little sacrifices shall be made.
He turned towards the child-like figure that had appeared when he first bought the house and winked at it, pressing one finger against his lips to imply complicity, before turning towards the dinner guests and announcing that the dinner was finally there.
When the lights turned off, they rejoiced in the chaos of the screaming confusion, and fear. Sure, the family was insane and explosive and quick to violence, but they always tended to forget that Ranboo was the main source of violence in the household when they were younger, and not much had changed now during their adulthood.
He grabbed the knife and with a quick movement, he stabbed through Bill’s neck, tearing his throat when they pulled the knife out.
Taking out grandpa was easy, a quick and sharp blow to the head with the handle of the knife was enough to put him down, his heart problems doing the rest.
Aimsey and Guqqie proved to be difficult, the same as when they were younger, always the ones putting up a fight against Ranboo’s violent instincts, always the ones feeding his bloodlust by being able to take him out on more than one occasion.
Their teamwork was their strength, which was the main reason why Ranboo made sure to kill one quick, only realizing after a second that the person at the end of their knife was neither of them but instead was Freddie, used as a meat shield in a quick movement.
He grinned, sharp-toothed and vicious, blood dripping from the splashes he made while killing his family members, staining the gray blazer and the turtleneck underneath. A sharp, quickly cut-off scream made him turn and stalk towards his newfound prey, finding Guqqie on the ground and the being standing over them.
Guqqie trembled, suddenly slammed with the knowledge that their strategy had failed and they were soon to die. She closed her eyes, preparing herself for a painful death when the sudden sound of a gun going off halted everything around them.
Ranboo turned, face to face with their favorite sibling pointing a gun to their head. His bloodthirsty grin turned into a frown, a disappointed little pout hidden under the dark facemask.
“Aimsey, a gun to a knife fight?”
“A knife to a gunfight, Ranboo?”
“Well, more like a knife to a family dinner.”
“What was that all about?”
“I just wanted a nice family dinner, y’all made the rest of the mess and I cleaned up, like always.”
“And the kid?”
“Oh, it really did just come with the house. They manifested somehow, and it’s pretty chill when it wants to be, so.”
“So you just let a, what, evil spirit chill in the house?”
“They are great company!”
“They’re eating Guqqie as we speak.”
“I mean-”
“OH FUCK OFF, why do you always cannibalize us?”
“I revive you guys after a week, so it pays off. How many times have you killed me?”
“probably in the triple digits now, if I’m honest.”
“Exactly! Now. Drop the gun and fight me as intended.”
Leaving no time for star to process, Ranboo threw themselves against her, his movements sharp, quick, and frenetic. A chaotic but controlled energy that allowed him to redirection quickly whenever Aimsey tried to dodge, giving him only one second to take a butter’s knife as some form of weak defense.
Aimsey cursed under their breath, dropping and rolling on the floor to try and outrun him. They rolled under the table, quickly turning to the other end and standing up. The door was close to her, their last shot at freedom, but the sense of relief was enough for them to slow down and for Ranboo to speed up.
Quickly, they grabbed him by the jacket and threw them back to the ground. Both were exhausted, breathing heavily, but Ranboo was taller and a bit bulkier than Aimsey, whose frame was made for speed more than strength.
With a quick movement, Ranboo sat himself down on Aimsey’s hips, holding their hands over their head and stabbing them multiple times, laughing delighted.
“I WIN! I’M GOD, AIMSEY, YOU CAN’T FIGHT ME!”
When the struggle ended, Ranboo rose up from the ground, blood dripping from their face, his hands and arms covered in the warm substance. He huffed, moving his bangs out of the way and in the process smearing blood all over his hair, and finally stretched.
Chiat stood to the side, their mouth covered in blood and its teeth bearing marks of the tragedy of Guqqie. It smiled innocently at Ranboo, who warmly messed up their hair while chuckling.
“Wanna help me butcher them? Then I can teach you how to revive them. Or, well, us.”
Chiat nodded, excited even if during all of the dinner they had been a nervous wreck, and quickly moved to be beside Ranboo. It had found someone to stick by, and it was going to make the best of it.