《|Faceless| ~(Ranboo x OC)~》~|Chapter 11|~ First Time Lore
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I was sleeping in the forest. Cold. Hungry. Tired. I had expected that I'd die do to my frostbite that was slowly becoming worse. I went to sleep next to a tree to die, I hadn't lived a good life but oh well.
However, instead of dying, I was awoken. I was in a comfortable bed with many, many blankets.
Philza POV
I was walking through the forest in the cold weather. There had just been a big blizzard so I was going out to find some poor animals that had died from the coldness. However, instead of seeing pig or sheep, I saw a human
What in the name- I thought as I approached the body
Oh my goodness, this poor child. They have frostbite. I have to help them.
I analyzed them for any injuries and spotted some torn bee looking wings. They also had a tail and wolf ears
I carefully picked them up as to not hurt them, just in case they had some injuries that I was unaware of. I brought them back to the house as I opened the door with my back.
"Hey Phil you're back early, must've been good loot this ti-" Techno says as I walk in
"Who the hell is that?" He asks as he notices the person in my arms
"I found them in the forest. They look young, and some sort of hybrid. Reminds me of fundy but they have different colored ears and they have...bee wings? They had frostbite and were lying against the tree" I respond, placing the poor child on a bed
"So you picked up a random kid that was in the forest, sleeping, and brought it into our house?" Techno asks, looking over at the person
I think about how crazy it sounds now that he says it out loud "Yup" I respond simply grabbing a bunch of blankets
"But they had frostbite and they looked weak, they obviously weren't just taking a rest" I say
"And what if they're some spy?" Techno asks
"Then we'll kill them. I can't just leave a kid who needs help in danger. Plus, if they aren't a spy, then we can possibly have another anarchist"
"True" Techno says walking toward the door "Well since you didn't get much food, I'll go get it. Come get me if anything happens"
"Alright Techno, stay safe" I say as he walks out the door
I go to prepare some soup for when the child wakes up. They look scrawny, probably haven't eaten in weeks, poor thing. I wonder what happened to them...
Willow POV
I slowly wake up, my eyes fluttering open. I'm wrapped in blankets in a bed.
I haven't been this comfortable in a while- WAIT, WHERE AM I?
I shoot up in my bed frantically realizing that I could be back with....him...
"Woah there mate calm down, I'm not gonna hurt you, you're ok" A strange man in a kimono says to me. He looks fairly old, but also strangely calming
I breath heavily, still scared of the man "Who- who are you?"
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"My name is Philza, but you can call me Phil. I found you freezing in the forest and I had to give you shelter, I couldn't just leave ya" He says getting up towards a kitchen
"You're not...a scientist..are you?" I ask
"A scientist? Nope" He answers with a chuckle
He then hands me a bowl. It has what looks like soup in it and I take it graciously. He could've poisoned me, but he's not a scientist so I'm all for it.
As I'm devouring the bowl of soup, having not eaten a good meal in a while, the man asks me a question "So, do you have a name?"
I think for a moment. I don't remember my real name, the one my parents gave to me before the skeletons came and destroyed everything. Before the scientist took me in. Before I got DNA shoved into me and experimented on for years. However the only name I've ever really known was the one the scientist gave me, so it might as well be my name.
"Sky, I suppose" I say after taking a bite of the soup
"You suppose?" He asks
"I never knew the name my parents gave me" This poor man has to listen to my trauma dump without even talking to me for 10 minutes "When I was 5, my parents were killed by skeletons. Then a scientist took me in. I thought he would be nice to me and care for me, but he shoved Dna into me for his experiments. I have bee Dna, wolf dna, and...something else...."
The man looked at me shocked. Honestly, if a random kid that I had found in a forest just dumped their entire childhood trauma onto me within the span of 5 minutes, I would be pretty shocked too
"I'm so sorry that happened to you.."
We sat in silence for a bit
"Why were you in the forest, then?" He breaks the silence
"What's the year?" I ask
"Uhm, 2021"
"Then about...6 years ago? I ran away from him. Been on the run ever since, surprised I'm not dead by now"
"6 years-" He murmurs in disbelief
I finish up my soup and he takes it from my hand. He gives me another bowl, knowing how incredibly hungry I am. This time the man also eats a bowl and we eat in silence. After I finish the bowl, I yawn
"You must be tired" The man says, taking the bowl from my hand "Get some rest. Don't worry, you'll be safe"
I probably shouldn't trust this man, but I do. I lay down once more and drift off back to dreamless sleep.
*Time skip brought to you by Benson the duck*
I awake to a door opening and yelling
"Phil, I'm back!" I hear the voice yell
I shoot up in my bed and yell a bit "Augh!"
The pig looking person jumps a bit at my sudden screaming. I pull the covers up in fear of the unknown man
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"Techno she was sleeping" Phil says, walking into the room
Phil walks over to me "Look, it's ok. That's one of my closest friends, Technoblade, but call him Techno. He lives with me"
I look over at the man who gives me a blank stare. He gives me chills, but at the same time he doesn't? It's weird..
"Uh, hi, I guess. Who are you?" He asks, picking up some food looking things from his bag
"U-uhm, I'm, uh, Sky" I say nervously
He looks over to me "Sky?" I nod "That's an odd name" He says rudely, looking away from me
I scoff "Well so is Technoblade, but I don't see me making fun of it. Your's is much more odd than mine, do you not realize that?" I respond back defensively
He looks back at me and then smirks
The audacity of this man..
"Phil, I like this one. You should drop all your other kids and adopt her. She's got the guts to stand up to me"
"No Techno, I'm not adopting another child" Phil says with a huff
"Oh come in, why noooot?" He looks at Phil "She's even got wings like you"
"No, Techno. If you like her so much then adopt her yourself"
The pig man rolls his eyes and looks over to me. Phil leaves the room and Techno walks over to me
"Look, I don't trust people often. And even though I think you're kinda cool, doesn't mean I trust you. If you hurt me, Phil, or Ranboo I will not be afraid to murder you" He says sternly
Damn that took a turn-
"I'm not here to hurt anyone, I promise" I say quickly
"Good, you don't happen to be orphan do you?" He asks, standing up from the bed
"Uh, yeah, I am"
He looks over at me and looks me deeply in the eyes. I feel like he's looking into my soul
He sighs "I had the same feeling about Ranboo that I do about you. He's a orphan and he seems to be fine as of right now, so I suppose you're alright"
"Uhm, thanks? Who's Ranboo?" I ask
"Oh, he lives at the house across from us. Do you wanna meet him?"
"I suppose so?" I say reluctantly
Techno leaves the house, supposedly going to this Ranboo person's house to retrieve them. Next thing I know Techno walks in with a very tall, half white half black dude in a suit. Techno closes the door and begins speaking
"Ranboo, this is Sky. Sky, this is Ranboo. Phil found her in a forest with frostbite and decided to take her home and some shelter for a bit"
Ranboo POV
Randomly took her in from a forest? What is Phil thinking? She could be dangerous. She could be trying to murder us. This is not good. This is not-
"Um, hi, I'm Sky. Nice to meet you" She says with a nervous chuckle
I immediately feel calmed
Why is her voice so calming..
"Uh, yeah, um, I'm Ranboo. Nice to, uh, meet you too, heh" I also say nervously
Seens like we're both nervous wrecks
"Well, you're both hybrids of some kind. Y'all should get to know each other" Techno says, leaving the room
"Uh oh" I say nervously
I stay and talk for a bit. I tell her about my memory and about how I'm an enderman. She tells me about how she was forced to be a hybrid of 4 different kinds and her parents. She seems really nice, maybe she won't be a problem..
I look outside to see that it's turning nighttime just as she does too. But I notice a look of distress in her face
Willow POV
I look outside and see that it's turning nighttime
Oh no..
I think about how every night I was on the run. Every. Single. Night. It's when the mobs spawn
Including skeletons
I usually panic completely. I start breathing heavily, and next thing I know, everything goes black. It's really the only way I get to sleep anymore
Please, please don't start doing that around him
Against my wishes, my breathing become uneven. I can't peel my eyes away from the window, seeing the zombies spawn, the creepers
I breath faster seeing the white bones with arrows. The arrows that murdered my family.
"Uh, are you alright?" Ranboo asks
But I can't look away. My breathing gets worst and worst until..
Everything goes black.
I make my screen go black for my stream. It's been 2 weeks since I've been on the smp and this is the first bit of lore. Ah yes, terrifying my chat, my favorite past time.
My stream title was a normal one "On the Dreamsmp, come join!" I welcomed my chat normally and even talked to them a bit longer than usual. As I opened the world I immediately started acting and my chat was incredibly confused and scared, it was hilarious. Now I see why Ranboo enjoys this so much.
I type into chat and spam "Thanks for watching the stream! Love you all!! Hope you enjoy my first lore ;) Don't worry, my lore streams totallyyyy won't be like Ranboo's :D"
I see my chat just traumatized. Once I put my black screen on, I put the song "An Ending" form undertale. Ah yes, Ranboo traumatized them with Fallen Down and I shall traumatize them with An Ending.
When I put my back screen on, so did Ranboo, Techno, and Phil. We all did it at the same time and played the same song just to mess with our chats. I end my stream as I let the theories start to form. Then, I get a DM from Ranboo
Pretty good acting, ngl
not as good as me ofc, but still
oh shut up, you barley even did any acting this stream
have you s e e n the trauma I put my chat through?
YEAH, I HAVE, AS OF LIKE A BIT MORE THAN A MONTH AGO I WAS APART OF THEM
Tocuhé
Love how we both just decided to traumatize our chats with undertale songs
🦀MY CHAT IS TRAUMATIZED🦀
AHAHAHA NOW YOU KNOW HOW IT FEELS
I always got mad when you just randomly brought out lore, but ngl, it's really funny to see chat spaz out
EXACTLYYYYYY
like you don't understand how funny it is until you try it
TRUEEEEE
Can't wait to see how much more we make out chats suffer together >:)
hehe, same >:))
This is gonna be fun...
Words: 2238
Date: March 21st, 2021
Edited: May 24th, 2021
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