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Ranboo was home alone again, but they noticed the pile of letters, the only reason they had these were that it wasn't easy to contact them, they couldn't use a phone half the time so they told people to send them letters.
They pick up a letter from Tommy, they start reading it but the letter said "hey Ranboo it's been a while I don't know if you heard or remembered but I've been sent to exile if you ever forget just read this - from Tommy."
Ranboo never really found themself forgetting this, but they haven't gotten a letter from anyone in a while it's either they don't have the time to or they forgot about them.
Until a knock on the door came, and they started to head the the door, when they got to the door they went to see who it was but it was none other than Tubbo, but he never came to visit anymore since he became president.
They open the door and wave "hi Tubbo."
"Ranboo we need to talk about the letters, why haven't you been replying to them?" Ranboo looks at him with a confused look.
But they then say "I haven't been getting letters ever since Tommy wa-" they stop what they were going to say just in case it upset Tubbo.
"But everyone has been worrying about you, they thought you died." Tubbo looks past Ranboo to see a quite empty house, small couch, a mini fridge and a pile of letters.
Ranboo noticed what Tubbo was looking at but didn't point it out "well I'm not dead, I just haven't been getting any letters."
"Ok, I better look into this." Tubbo was clearly suspicious of them but the he turned to leave, leaving Ranboo alone again.
Ranboo shut the door and started to organize the letters trying to find a special one.