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Cold.
He felt so cold. How did he get here. Where was here. Was he even somewhere before here.White. The snow. It was cold, they were cold. Ranboo was so cold.
Ranboo woke up in seemingly the middle of nowhere. That had been happening recently but they had never wandered this far from the house before.
Ranboo stared up at the sky. It was a light gray color due to the clouds, occasionally a snowflake or two would land on them. He was lying on his back, his back felt numb, the water from the snow had soaked through his clothes.
He couldn't feel his back, could he sit up? He wasn't sure. With a hiss from behind his teeth Ranboo sat up. Looking forward Ranboo could only see snow, no trees, just snow and sky.
Ranboo stood up. Which way was he supposed to go? They didn't even know where they were. Which way was he to pick?
Ranboo brought his arms up in a crossed position around his chest to try and gather any form of warmth they could muster. They pathetically huged themself and turned to look behind them. It was still just sky and snow, but ever so faintly Ranboo could spot his foot prints in the snow.
Ranboo turned around fully and started heading strait. Ranboo's eyes felt dry. Having eyelids would probably be convenient in this event, but that's his own fault he guesses. Shakily Ranboo puts their left foot forward. Then his right. He could walk. That he was grateful for.
Ranboo moves forward at a steady pace, his mind racing and riddled with worry. Thoughts of his husband and his son flowing rapidly through his brain.
Ranboo was not worried for the safety of his family, no, he was just worried that Tubbo was worried. Tubbo would always worry when Ranboo would leave the house and not tell him where they were going.
Tubbo new about Ranboo's poor memory. Some days, when the both of them would wake up in the morning Tubbo would have to explain Ranboo's surroundings to him,Or who he was sometimes.
Tubbo would often have to remind them of their own identity. Ranboo could tell that it would stress Tubbo when he had to do so.
Tubbo even having explained to Ranboo many times that he was worried that they would forget him and Michael entirely.
Their son Michael was only four he had a lot of problems with being left behind. Michael having separation anxiety posed a little bit of a problem for the young parents.
If one of them where to leave the house Michael would become visibly nervous and stim more frequently. But if both of them were to leave and Michael would be left alone with a sitter Michael will burst into tears and have a meltdown.
Ranboo loved Tubbo and Michael with his entire three lifes the thought of them worried, worried him immensely. So Ranboo moved forward not for him but for his son and his Husband.
The further Ranboo kept forward the more agonizing it became to walk. The wind had picked up making it harder for him to move his legs.
The long strides Ranboo took were agonizing. The thoughts in their head were agonizing. He felt swallowed by the cold. And he felt so cold.
Tubbo awoke to the feeling of the warmth of the sun on his face. The sun coming from the window was inviting and familiar. Even with the feeling of familiarity something about his shared bed felt off.
It was not being shared. Tubbo wiggled his right arm over the left side of the mattress. He felt nothing. Tubbo's head shot up and then his torso followed. The flipped himself over so he was no longer on his stomach.
Tubbo now able to see the entire room from where he sat on the bed. Nothing. No one. It was empty other then him.
Tubbo felt movement on the left side of his body. He was not alone. A little piglet now awakened by the movement lifted his little head from the pillow.
Michael brought a tiny hand to rub away the sleep from his eyes. Then stared up at his dad. "Bo?" The piglet said softly. He was clearly confused having just woke up.
'Bo' was one of the only thing Michael could say. His vocabulary was kind of limited, due to him being a zombie piglin.
"Bo where Boo?"
Tubbo put a reassuring hand on Michael's back. Tubbo didn't know what to say. It's not like he knew where Ranboo was, and telling Michael that would send the piglet into a panic and possible meltdown.
Tubbo steady himself as much as possible,"I think he's just running some errands bug why don't you go back to sleep."
Michael still cautious of tubbos demeanor nodded, his head and his ears bobed in the process. Then layed his little head back on the pillow and fell back to sleep.
Tubbo's reassuring smile quickly dropped, his face contorting with worry. He pulled his legs to is chest and layed his head on top of his knees. His head tuned to look out of the window.
The sun was now hiding. The sky had turned gray with clouds and cold. It was always cold in Snowchester. No mater the sun to sky ratio.
The window was foggy and covered in frost. Tubbo's ears flicked involuntarily.
They always did that when he was anxious. Where where they.
His husband.
His beloved.
In the snow.
Forgetting.