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When Tommy was turned, he didn't exactly panic.

He was tired. Tired of walking endlessly for days with no real to continue living, not after...Wilbur.
If anything, a sense of relief washed over him as he realised he had been bitten after trying to scuffle away from a group of zombies.

The teen knew how changing worked. He knew that eventually, his body would begin to deteriorate as the virus ate away at his brain, leaving him only a husk of his former self.
It was terrifying, but freeing in a way.
This whole zombie apocalypse thing was not something the blonde wanted to deal with anymore.

He didn't know what happened after death, having not really believing in God.
Maybe it was an endless void, or perhaps Heaven and Hell did exist in to which case he was definitely going to Hell.
God probably would not be rocking with all the shit he has done before and during the zombie apocalypse.

Either way, he'd know soon.

Tommy already felt his body grow weak as he broke out into a fever. His breathing was laboured as he sat himself down inside an abandoned building and waited to die.
Tommy had never actually witnessed somebody fully turn. He'd seen the early stages, he watched from a distance as people freaked out after realising they had been bit. Some would beg and plead with their group to be left alive, only to be shot dead a moment later.

Others were more...Calm. They'd accept their fate, allowing their group to kill them or rather wandering off away from the group. Whether they would wander off to avoid being killed or to avoid killing their group was unknown to Tommy, though he hoped for the latter.

And then he'd see the later stages.
He'd seen people half dead, their eyes unfocused as they jumped at anyone who was unlucky enough to get too close. Their eyes still not yet a milky white, but a faint colour of whatever it had been when they were alive.
They wouldn't move, sitting in the same spot for what might be days until their hunger for human flesh consumed them and they got up with only a goal to sedate their hunger.

Anyways, back to slowly dying in a building.
Tommy lost track of time rather quickly. His eyes were getting blurry and every part of him was aching.
He didn't exactly know how long it'd take for him to turn. Sometimes person took days, weeks to turn into zombies. Other times it would only take a day, sometimes a matter of hours.

God, Tommy hoped it'd only take a few hours. He didn't want to sit here rotting away for weeks until he was no longer Tommy.
If anything he'd prefer if a fucking survivor came and shot him on the spot. But then he realised he would not in fact prefer that. He didn't want to die at the hands of a human when his brain was still somewhat intact.

So, Tommy waited.

And waited.

And waited.

His body deteriorated. His skin turned a sickly white and his veins blue.
His eyes were unfocused, but for some reason he didn't think any differently. Tommy didn't crave the flesh of the living, Which in all honestly was kinda weird.

He was pretty sure he could still move, just never tried.
The sun and rose and fell many times, yet the thoughts of ripping and tearing had yet to arrive.
Tommy was getting bored, he had been counting sheep and waiting to turn but his mind still stayed the same.

He shakily held up his hand and flipped off the ceiling.
Whoever is out there, fuck you for making him go through this torment. I hope you stub your fucking toe ten times over.

After letting out a groan of boredom rather than one of hunger, Tommy got up from his spot and left in search of something better to do. Whatever was out there decided it'd be funny if Tommy just, didn't fully turn into a zombie and now he has to deal with it.

He limbed out of the building, and everything seemed impossibly more barren than it had been when he first went inside. The sun didn't burn his eyes, frankly, he didn't actually feel anything.
He had stepped over some broken glass a second ago, yet not even a tingle went through his body.
Atleast that meant he wouldn't have to feel anything when he'd be eventually stabbed to death.

With that, another unwanted chapter in Tommy's life began.

God, he was getting tired of this.

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Ranboo is an idiot.

An absolute coward, a dumbass if you will.
They'd convinced Tubbo and everyone else he'd be fine to patrol out on his own for a bit.

Yeah that was a lie. Because now he's trapped in some sort of parking ramp after narrowly missing being eaten alive by a group of atleast three zombies.
And better yet, their leg is busted and they lost their gun! The only weapon he had on him because he thought the trip would be quick!

If Ranboo could kill themself in this situation, he would.
They had absolutely no way of contacting anyone and honestly their a little happy about that.
Now they're going to pay for their actions because who in the hell gets themselves into a situation like this?

"Only a fool." Ranboo reminded himself as he laid his head against a car.
Ranboo decided that if he was going to die, he'd atleast entertain himself before hand.
The teen took in their surroundings. Cars, cars, a truck! A penny, a zombie, a- wait a zombie?

Ranboo panicked as he, for some reason, only just noticed the zombie that had been sneaking up on him.
"H-Hey there...Man...I would like it if you didn't eat me..." Ranboo said like an idiot, as if the zombie would listen to him. If anything, the zombie kinda just stood there, watching.

Okay, that was creepy. But hey! Atleast it wasn't actively charging at them.
Ranboo took a second to get a good look at the zombie. It's eyes were most definitely glossed over in a way you knew it was the undead. It's blonde hair was surprisingly clean, sure there were a few tangles here and there but overall it looked well taken care of.

It was wearing a red and white baseball shirt that had probably seen better days, as it was covered in holes and tears alike. Beige cargo pants that had also looked like they had been through hell. What surprised Ranboo the most was that they seemed relatively clean.
The zombie was tall, but their face was that of a teenager. Ranboo couldn't help but wonder if the zombie had been the same age as him when it'd been turned.

As he did all of this, the zombie only made slow movement to get closer to him. Movements that Ranboo hadn't realised until too late.

It was standing right in front of him. It's face blank and it's eyes devoid of any emotion.
Yep, it was going to eat Ranboo. Ranboo was going to die here before he got a chance o eat the leftover spaghetti they had in the fridge.

Ranboo squeezed his eyes shut and prepared for an attack that...Never...came...?
He opened his eyes again and looked up at the zombie who's face was still as blank as it had always been.
It then began to open it's mouth and oh shit he was gonna get eate-

"L..." The zombie said instead of bitting down on Ranboo.
...What?

"Did you just say L?" Ranboo was tripping balls right now. He had to be.
Either that or he just got ratio'd by an undead creature.

"L..." The zombie repeated again and Ranboo could only stare before bursting into laughter.
Holy crap, he was losing his damn mind...

The zombie made a noise of confusion before sighing as if it was a normal human.
As if it was breathing and living and not cold as ice as all zombies were.

"Hw'd yu...Alve." The zombie spoke again and damn how badly was Ranboo hallucinating?
"Can...Can you repeat that...?" Ranboo asked, stumbling over his words a bit.

The zombie then narrowed its eyes and Ranboo, looking at him as if he'd asked if the sky was blue
"Hw...rrr...Yu...Aliv...." The zombie asked a second time, its raspy voice raising in volume.

"How...Am I alive?" Ranboo repeated, hoping he'd gotten it right. He didn't want to piss the zombie off, despite it seeming somewhat friendly, it could still easily bite his face off.

It nodded its head. Letting out a hum of affirmation.
"Honestly I have no clue. I really should be dead but i'm not." Ranboo was pretty sure he was dead and he was imagining this zombie having an actual conversation with him when in actuality it was tearing Ranboo apart with the intention of eating his flesh.

The zombie stayed quiet for a second before sighing. "Fking...hu...mns..." The zombie rasped out.
At this point Ranboo was beginning to believe he wasn't hallucinating and a zombie was actually having a conversation with him.

"How are you talking to me?" Ranboo asked, in to which the zombie narrowed its eyes and pulled a small notebook and a pencil from out of its pocket.
It wrote hurriedly and erased a few parts too before handing the notebook to Ranboo.
'None of your fucking business.' the note read in barely illegible handwriting.

"Okay then." Was all Ranboo said as the Zombie snatched the notebook away from him.
He opened his mouth to say something else before a voice cut him off.
"Goddamnit Tommy! This is the second time you've wandered off like this! If you keep this up I'm gonna put you on a..." They trailed off as they noticed Ranboo.

"Hello there." They greeted Ranboo. Curly brown hair that covered one of their eyes that were seemingly brown like his hair, just a different shade.. A scuffed dark brown trench coat worn over a yellow sweat shirt and black cargo pants along with a pair of brown combat boots.

The zombie turned to the person, signing something with their hands that for some reason made the person scoff.
"Oh shut up Tommy. You were supposed to stick close to me no matter what. That's what we agreed to."
The zombie- or rather Tommy, promptly flipped the person off, in to which they let out a huff of amusement and rolled their eyes.

"Seems like you've found someone, though. What's your name?" Ranboo almost didn't noticed that they were talking to them. "Uhm...Ranboo. He/they..." He replied. making the person smile.

"Nice to meet ya Ranboo. I'm Wilbur, He/him." Wilbur answered before putting a hand on Tommy's shoulder.
"And this right here is Tommy, He/Him! You've probably noticed by now that he's a zombie, but he wouldn't even hurt a fly, so no need to worry about getting eaten alive." The man informed helpfully.

Good. That means this guy wasn't some sort of psychopath that just had a pet zombie.
That's most definitely a plus.

"I'd ask how you got yourself here, but then again we should probably leave before anyone else shows up. This place is kinda popular amongst survivors and whatnot." The man stated.
"Oh, uh...I'd love to, but my leg is a little messed up and I'm pretty sure I wont make it to far." Ranboo tapped his leg as if to prove his point.

Instead of leaving the teen because he'd slow the two down just like Ranboo thought he would, Wilbur simply went "Oh that's fine! I'll just carry you."

"I'm sorry what-" Ranboo barely had enough time to respond before he was picked up, bridal style, like he weighed nothing, by a man who was not only shorter than him but had stick arms.
"See? Now you wont have to walk on it!" Wilbur stated with a smile.

It's not everyday you got trapped in a parking ramp and encountered a zombie that didn't crave human flesh and a man who seemed a little too smiley to be in an apocalypse.

Ranboo just hoped he'd get back home safely. Tubbo was probably losing his mind at the fact Ranboo wasn't back yet.

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Tommy didn't expect to stumble across a survivor whilst wandering away from Wilbur

He was originally just going to watch them for a bit. Just to see what they were up to.
It was probably a bad idea to approach a survivor when he wasn't wearing his cloak, Wilbur was going to be angry at him for wandering off.

Did that mean he had to care? Not at all. Was he going to care? Nope.
He was about to walk away before the survivor turned to look at Tommy. Green and brown eyes met Tommy's dead ones.

Tommy honestly thought the guy's different coloured eyes were pog, it was the only reason he didn't book it away from him.
All he was going to do was talk to the guy for a bit and then leave to go and find Wilbur.
But now, for some reason the tall weirdo, who's name was fuckin' Ranboo is now coming with them. Tommy wasn't exactly happy about that.

The guy could've been bait. A group of survivors could've jumped out of nowhere and killed them with ease.
Tommy used to be a badass fighter, during the beginning of the apocalypse he and Wilbur would kick ass left and right.

But the virus had worn down Tommy's muscles, he wasn't as fast as he used to be.
The virus did alot to him, it had killed him but as the same time it had kept him alive. Kept him alive in a stupid body that was rotting and frail.

Before, the blonde had wished he was really dead. That the virus took his human consciousness along with the rest of his body. But after finding Wilbur again, Tommy had finally felt like he had a purpose again.

He was happy. Just him and Wilbur, two brothers against the world.
One alive and kicking, the other dead but not gone.

Just the two of them

That was until fucking boob boy showed up and now Tommy has to share his space with him.
Wilbur had sat Ranboo down on the couch in their living room. Their hair was spilt in the middle, one half black and the other white. Fuckin' quirky prick.

The teen looked anxious, a total pussy. Unlike Tommy, who was the biggest man in existence, Wilbur being a close second.
He could tell Ranboo was trying to avoid it, but they kept taking small glances at Tommy.
Did the idiot think Tommy wouldn't notice? His body may have changed but his mind was still as sharp as ever.

No wait that made him sound old. Fuck that made him sound really old.
Tommy would rather be eaten alive by a hoard than be old, old people were the worst. They were grumpy and all they said was 'Get off my lawn!' and 'Back in my day' as if they were better than everyone else.

Anyways, He didn't like this Ranboob guy at all. So he did what anyone else would do in this situation.
He cursed them out in sign language. Half because he knew Ranboo probably didn't understand it and half because speaking hurt his fucking throat.

He had only gotten through half of his rather large vocabulary of swear words before Wilbur walked back into the living room and sighed.

"Tommy, stop cursing at Ranboo in sign language." He scolded the blonde.

Tommy stuck out his tongue in an act of childish defiance and signed a one last 'eat shit' to Ranboo.
"Oh, so that what he was doing...?" Ranboo asked. Though it was more of a realisation than a question.

Wilbur gave Ranboo a small smile.
"Yup. Don't worry about him, Ran. He's just being a little gremlin. Ignore him." The brunette gave Ranboo a pat on the shoulder. "Anyways, I just came in here to make sure no one had managed to die in the five minutes I was absent. Are you hungry, Ranboo?" Wilbur asked.

"Uh...A little." The two tone haired teenager replied hesitantly.
"Good! Because so am I! I'll make us something." Wilbur exclaimed before beginning to walk back out of the living room and presumably to the kitchen.

"And Tommy..." Wilbur began, before he left. "Be nice." He pointed a finger at the blonde before walking out.
So now, here he was, stuck in a room with this stupid guy and their stupid hair and their unreasonably cool eyes.

The two sat in an uncomfortable silence for a while before Ranboo spoke up.
"So..." He began, "I noticed Wilbur didn't ask you if you were hungry, and I was just wondering..." They trailed off for a minute before continuing. "Do you eat?" He blurted out. "I mean...Wilbur said you didn't eat human flesh and stuff so I wanted to know if you ate normal...Human food." They asked.

Tommy rolled his eyes before taking his notebook out of his pocket and writing down his answer.
He handed the note back to Ranboo, staring directly at him as he watched them read it.

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'No.' Was all the note read, in the same messy and barely legible handwriting as the first.
"Cool." Ranboo replied as Tommy snatched the notebook away from him just as he did the first time.

They sat in another silence, Ranboo picked at his nails as he usually did whenever he was anxious.
Wilbur said Tommy didn't eat people but he never said anything about hurting them.
If Ranboo was being entirely honest, Tommy didn't seem like the kinda guy who'd go out of the way to hurt someone.

But then again, trusting a stranger in the zombie apocalypse could get you killed.
Maybe these guys were planning to kill them, maybe Wilbur had lied to them and he was going to stab Ranboo to death and feed them to Tommy.

Maybe-

"Dinners ready! Hope you like peaches and jerky because it's the only thing I can give you right now."
Wilbur stated as he handed Ranboo a bowl of peaches alongside a pack of beef jerky.

"Thank you" Ranboo gave his appreciation before opening the can of peaches.
They were lying before when he said he was a little hungry. Running away from a hoard and fracturing your leg was quite energy consuming.

"So." Wilbur began, sitting on the couch next to Ranboo, that same sickly sweet smile planted on his face.
Everything about the guy screamed serial killer, but then again he offered them food and the can was closed so he couldn't have put anything it it. Hopefully.

"How'd you end up in a parking ramp anyways? It's not like we don't see groups passing by every once and a while but it's been a bit since we've seen a loner around here. Did you get separated from your group or something?"
And there came the questions. Ranboo may be an idiot but they half expected this.

Wonder was practically emitting form the brunette. His eyes filled with both curiosity and scepticism.
"No...Uh, I actually went out on my own..." Ranboo clarified, he could see Wilbur's eyes widening ever so slightly.

" Really now? I think it was pretty dumb of your group to let you out on your own. No offense, but you don't look very...Capable. Of travelling through an unfamiliar area on your own. Not to mention you didn't even have a knife on you." Wilbur stated.

"I ended up getting a bit lost actually. it was just supposed to be a quick patrol where I can clear my head and then this hoard came out of nowhere and I was chased. I lost my gun and broke my leg in the process. Not only that but my memory has always been a bit fuzzy so I had no real idea of where I was." Ranboo informed, in to which Wilbur let out a hum.

"Welp, you're probably gonna have to stay here a while. Just until the hoard passes and your leg heals."
Wilbur smiled reassuringly at Ranboo
That was fine. This was fine. Ranboo was like 79 percent sure these guys weren't going to kill him.

"That's fine with me." They do their best to give a somewhat decent smile back to the man, but it only turned out awkward which made Wilbur snort.

"Good to hear! Anyways, me and Tommy were doing our check around the area when the little bastard decided he was going to wander away without his cloak. Then we stumbled upon you and that ended up getting cut short." He said, getting from the couch and stretching his limbs.

"I've got to go back and make sure no zombies are roaming too close. Toms and I have been moving an awful lot. This place is pretty nice and Tommy gets kinda disoriented and moody whenever we move so I don't want to have to leave all because i neglected to do a patrol." Wilbur grabbed his trench coat that had been hanging on a coat rack.

"I'll be back, help yourself to some card games while I'm gone!" Wilbur shouted before exiting the living room, leaving Tommy and Ranboo alone again.
"So. What now?" Ranboo asked. Tommy took his eyes off of the door Wilbur had went through and turned his attention to Ranboo.

They'd be lying if they said those milky white eyes didn't freak them out just a tiny bit.

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"How'd you win like six times in a row? You have gots to be cheating." Ranboo accused the boy sitting opposite of him.
Tommy only smiled smugly at him.

"I'm shuffling the deck this time." Ranboo grabbed the cards that laid on the table before Tommy could, causing the blonde to flip in off.
Ranboo only rolled their eyes playfully and began to shuffle the deck of cards.

He used to play monopoly with the others before they had to move. Ranboo ended up forgetting the board game because a hoard had appeared out of nowhere and scared the shit out of him when he was going back inside to grab it.

He had to leave it, mainly because his life mattered more than a simple board game, or rather that's what Phil had said.
Ranboo had to disagree. Monopoly was a family ending game loved by all. They, on the other hand, were nothing but a tall teenager with Heterochromia, two toned hair and slight memory problems.

Ranboo hadn't played any sort of card game in a while so they weren't exactly a pro at shuffling.
Tommy said they did a shit job, but he didn't go back to reshuffle the deck himself, so Ranboo has a faint feeling he may be lying.

They played a few more rounds, Tommy still managing to somehow beat him every time.
It might be because he's played it so many times, either that or he just has really good luck.

They were pretty scared of Tommy at first, the teen was a zombie. He had the same milky white eyes and pale skin as all the others but lacked the desire to consume people.
He acted like a normal kid, Ranboo was sure that if Tommy could talk without hurting himself, he'd be shouting 24/7

Tubbo would get along well with him, Ranboo could already imagine Tommy and Tubbo creating weapons of mass destruction.
Techno might like Wilbur as well. The two did look pretty similar, though Techno looked scarier than Wilbur whilst Wilbur felt scarier than Techno.

It was something about him. That smile he'd wear freaked Ranboo out a bit. It was as if he was trying to imitate the warm smiles he'd get from Phil, but Wilbur's smiles were too sweet, laced with both honey and poison.
Or maybe he's overthinking it. Maybe's he's just not that good at smiling like Techno.

Ranboo had always been an over thinker, from since he was a little kid their thoughts always seemed to branch out farther then they should.

They were still branching out, and they would've branched out even further hadn't Tommy tapped him on the shoulder. He was handing Ranboo his cards facing down, a look in his eyes as if he was expecting Ranboo to take them, for Ranboo to play another round with him.

Ranboo smiled and took the cards from Tommy's hand.
"Thanks, Tommy." Ranboo said, causing the blond to roll his eyes. He seemed to do that alot.

"Urr...Wl...cm.." Tommy replied, his voice raspy and grainy. Ranboo could just tell how much it pained him to talk.
With that, they played another round of UNO, this time it resulted in Ranboo winning.

They weren't sure if they had actually won or if Tommy had let them.
Either way, Ranboo celebrated their victory after rounds and rounds of failure.

As they let out a laugh, he could faintly hear Tommy doing the same thing.
He looked at the boys face, a faint look of amusement showed on his features.

And for a second, a split second, Ranboo could see a tinge of blue hidden in those milky white eyes.

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It's been a week since Tommy had found Ranboo.

He's been staying with them ever since. Tommy hates the guy, they're awkward and weird.
Despite that, he makes a really good Uno opponent, and he's not saying that just because Tommy ends up beating him almost every time. He even had to resort to letting them win just because he was so shit at it!

Ranboo said they were amazing at monopoly, Tommy highly fucking doubts that.

The two shared stories. They talked about what situation they were in before the whole apocalypse thing and where they were now.
He learned a bit about Ranboo that way. He learned that Ranboo lived with their mums before the apocalypse started, and that he got separated from them shortly afterwards.

Ranboo's memory is choppy, but he said he remembered that he stayed on his own for some time before coming across Tubbo, his best friend, and then the rest of their group

It made Tommy a little jealous. Not of Ranboo, but mainly the fact Ranboo had a group.
A small, annoying part of Tommy wanted Ranboo to have been on his own, all by himself with no one to go back to, that way they'd have to stay with Tommy and Wilbur.
Tommy hated him, don't you get that mixed up. But he was going to be a little upset when they left.

Who was he going to beat in uno now? Wilbur was a fucking cheater and always won when the two played against each other. That, and Wilbur was distant at times.
The apocalypse fucked him up bad, both of them. there was no more walking to the park to cool off, no more strawberry crepes and movie nights.

There was only death. There was only the constant worry of getting eaten alive for others, and for Tommy the uncomfortable feeling of his own skin on his body.
He could sense himself rotting away, his skin long dead and feeling itchy despite Tommy not even feeling his body anymore. Everything felt wrong.

Ranboo was decent company, he was someone Tommy could rely on whenever Wilbur was out.
Tommy dreaded when Wilbur left, fearing the day his brother may not come back, just like the first time.

He always assured Tommy he'd be fine, that nothing would happen to him and not to worry his head about it.
But Tommy was nothing if not stubborn, so he always did his best to make sure Wilbur didn't leave, for the blonde hated being alone and hated worrying about his only family.

It was different now that Ranboo was there. Ranboo and his awkward personality was the reason Tommy didn't need to beg his brother to stay.

Ranboo didn't treat him like he was dead. They didn't treat him like he was just an empty husk. Something that was once living but now wasn't.
And Tommy couldn't be more grateful for that.

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"Tommy, what did you use to do when Wilbur wasn't here? Y'know, before I showed up." Ranboo asked randomly when the two were sitting on the couch.
They wanted to know more about Tommy, about the boy who he saw as a friend.

The blonde looked to be in thought for a second before writing down something in his notepad.
He then handed it to Ranboo, hands shaking a bit as he did so.
If Ranboo didn't know better, he'd think that something was wrong, only to be reminded by Tommy that he wasn't alive.

His body worked differently now. Similar to the zombies who'd walk with a limp, or the ones who'd struggle to hold their own heads up at times.
Tommy was lucky to only end up with tremors in his hands, it was hard to remember that Tommy wasn't a normal human even with the blue veins that were visible under his sickly white skin.

Ranboo stared at the words on the page. 'WaiT.' It read, and honest to God they weren't exactly expecting that.
"You...You wait? Do you wait for him to come back?" Ranboo asked in to which the blonde nodded, verifying Ranboo's words.

"But...Is that all you do...?" Ranboo wasn't knew to the idea of waiting for someone to come back.
They'd gotten food poisoning once from eating something that went bad. They had to lie in bed all day, their body weak and his stomach in constant pain.

Ranboo would have to wait for their friends to come back. To check on him and to bring him hot foods and medicine.
It was agonising. Not only with the pain but the feeling of helplessness.
They liked being useful. They liked helping Phil prepare the meals or helping Kristin and Tubbo with the plants.

Sitting in bed all day, doing absolutely nothing as his family risked their lives out there was a feeling that could rival death.
He watched as Tommy nodded again, grasping the notebook from him and writing something else before handing it back.
'It'S eAsiEr thAn yoU thInk it iS.' and Ranboo let out a hum of affirmation.

"Okay...How about we do some other things that don't include waiting around and doing nothing?" The two toned survivor suggested.
Tommy tore his gaze from the notepad in his hands and brought his attention to Ranboo, giving him a thumbs up.
"Cool! I've got like, the perfect idea of what can do, you'll see." They beamed.

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Tommy was good at alot of things. Everything, matter of fact, except being alive,
That automatically meant that we was supposed to be good at folding up paper and making it look cool.
'Organami' or whatever it was called.

Ranboo tried to show him how to make a heart. Key word, 'tried,' and fucking failed.
Because Tommy's 'Orgama' Thing was not turning out like Ranboo's and he was proper pissed.
And you know what Ranboob did when Tommy expressed his anger? You know with that two toned bastard did?

He laughed!

They laughed as Tommy suffered whilst trying to make some stupid paper thingy!
He was so close to tackling Ranboo. He'd probably win, despite his bones being all weak, Ranboo was built like a fucking stick.

Wilbur was too. That lanky motherfucker looked as if his arms would break with the slightest grip.
But unlike Ranboo who looked weak and was weak, Wilbur looked weak but could knock someone out cold with a single punch.

Tommy had seen Wilbur annoyed and moody many times. The two had been together since day one.
When Tommy was dropped off at the foster home when he was only a year old, Wilbur had taken one look at Tommy and promised him the world.

In conclusion, Tommy had seen Wilbur through many emotions many times, yet anger was rare to see.
Atleast it was evidently. The brunette was far too good at hiding how he really felt behind a false facade the could fool almost anyone. Anyone except Tommy.

As much as Tommy wanted to show Ranboo that he was no force to be reckoned with, he didn't want to give Ranboo a fucking heart attack.
He knew he stilled looked like a fucking zombie, he was still a fucking zombie. Though it probably wasn't likely, Tommy did not want Ranboo to fear him.

He's seen fear from survivors. The looks on their faces when they realised the boy was undead and the gun shots and screaming and he was covered in blood what did he do-

"Tommy you're folding it wrong..." Ranboo spoke, breaking Tommy out of a spiral he did not want to have.
Tommy let out a grunt in response which made Ranboo scoff. He was getting bolder now, and Tommy would be lying if he said he didn't appreciate the sass they'd throw the blonde every once and a while.

"Gosh, let me show you." Ranboo reached over and began to unfold what Tommy had done.
Their hands didn't feel like anything, they shouldn't feel like anything to Tommy.
Though he swore he could feel the warmth, the warmth he almost couldn't recognise.

Slowly, Ranboo began refolding the heart again, albeit differently from how Tommy did.
They explained along the way, and Tommy could do nothing but watch and listen as Ranboo guided him through the steps.
Unlike the first time, Tommy felt as if he was really getting it.

Eventually the folding came to an end, and the finished product looked exactly what Tommy thought it would look like.
A paper heart, it was just a fucking piece of paper folded weirdly and into a heart.
Tommy liked it though. Despite only being a piece of paper, it was a cool piece of paper.

"We can make others if you want. I know how to make a flower." Ranboo seemed to enjoy teaching Tommy.
Which was honestly a first. All of Tommy's teachers hated teaching him. He was disruptive and loud and never payed attention.

A nuisance.

He'd watch as they'd get frustrated telling Tommy what to do, only for him to not understand with the hell was on the paper and ask again.
At some point he just...Stopped asking, which seemed to make them even more angry for whatever reason.
He could really care less, considering he failed either way.

Ranboo was probably different because Tommy couldn't speak, he couldn't interrupt them like he would when he was in school. Or maybe it was because they were teaching Tommy how to fold paper and not do math.
Or maybe, just maybe, Tommy was being a fucking idiot and looking too deeply into things.

Tommy gave Ranboo a thumbs up, and they beamed again.
"Okay so, Grab another piece of paper and fold it this way." They explained, and Tommy couldn't do much else but listen and attempt to copy them.