Little! Ranboo

Cg! Tubbo

Tw!: mention, forced regression and mentions of forced no regression

This is all platonic!

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Grow up.

Those two words are simple, heard almost everyday by someone in many different context.

Grow up.

Two words that, depending on the context, can ruin someones mood, esteem, or their mental state.

Grow up.

Those two words, said in the worse possible context, was said to a man named ranboo.

Grow up.

Those two words ruined ranboo, those two words destroyed ranboo. It hurt more then any other word had hurt him before. Those two words caused him to stop the only thing keeping him happy anymore. The death of his platonic husband tubbo had already destroyed him to begin with. Those two words pushed him over the edge, sending him into a spiral. Having forced his regression away, ranboo stayed quiet most the time. Not talking, only observing, always watching.

A week after tubbos death, those two words were said to him. A month after he stopped talking. Six months later he stopped leaving the house. A year later he finally broke.

Particles vrooped around him. His eyes glowing purple as his whole body trembled. Ranboos jaw slowly unhinged, strips of flesh was the only thing keeping his jaw together. Screaming, ranboo swiped objects off the shelves. He just kept screaming and screaming, his body forcing itself to teleport around the house and even outside at one point. Slashing his clawed at the walls, deep grooves made themselves snug in the wood. Finally, ranboo flung himself onto the floor, his knees crashing onto the floor. Bending over until his forehead touched the floor, ranboo screamed and screamed and screamed. Tears fell down onto the hardwood floor, a small hissing noise was heard as the tears hit ranboos eyelids and fingers.

Death, with her lovely braids took pity on the boy. Scooping tubbos soul in her loving arms, she sent him up to ranboo. Placing him directly in front of the screaming lad.

Tubbo, knowing why death had given him this chance, knelt down in front of ranboo. Cupping his face in his hands. Ranboo looked up at tubbo, the purple in his eyes began to fade, his jaw slowly reattaching itself into its original place.

"Ranboo why do you let such emotions take over you" tubbo cooed, running his fingers through ranboos hair. Ranboo couldnt answer, all tired out from the episode that had happened. Taking the boy in his arms, tubbo took ranboo into the kitchen. Frowning, he had noticed he could find no bottles other then ranboos favorite. Taking it from the cupboard, tubbo filled it with milk, putting it in the microwave to heat up. Ranboo was then placed on the counter, gently swinging his legs back and forth. "Now boo, where are your baby things?" Tubbo asked, pushing hair away from ranboos eyes. Ranboo slowly shrugged his shoulders, still dazed and shocked that tubbo was there with him. Tubbo crossed his arms, before hearing the microwave beep. Taking the bottle, tubbo attempted to give it to ranboo. However, ranboo moved his head away "no"

To help the confusion, death slipped memories into tubbos mind, showing him how two words sent him into this spiral. Rubbing soft circles into ranboos back, tubbo smiled at the boy

"Come on bud, i know you want too. No one can hurt you here." Ranboo fiddled with his finger tips, finally allowing for the bottle to be placed in his hands. Immediately he suckled on the rubber, drinking the milk cautiously. Glancing around nervously incase anyone was around, watching, judging. While this happened tubbo went in search for ranboos supplies, looking in the closet, tubbo had found them. Snuggly hidden away in the furthest corner of the closet, in a small painted box with many stickers on it.

With hurried strides, tubbo made his way quickly back to ranboo. Who had made his way off the counter, holding a bottle was that was half empty. Noticing the box, ranboo glanced down at his hands, shuffling awkwardly. Taking his hand, tubbo guided the poor boy into their once shared bedroom. Helping ranboo pick out pajamas, tubbo turned around and closed his eyed. Giving privacy and time for the taller to get dressed.

Once finished, ranboo tapped tubbos shoulder. Turning around, tubbo couldn't help but smile and gush at the sight in front of him. Ranboo wore a black pajama shirt with white paw prints on it, along with a pair of matching sleep pants. Gently pushing ranboo along, tubbo was able to get him into bed. And surprisingly, with not much complaint, he was able to place a soother in the duo colored boys mouth.

Ranboos eyes drooped, tired from the events that took place an hour before. Reaching out, ranboo felt something warm and fluffy get placed in his arms. Assuming it was tubbo, he immediately latched onto it, zoning out into space. Yawn after yawn escaped the boys lips, but never once did he close his eyes. He didnt want to, not when tubbo was sitting right there, as clear as day, looking the same as the day he died. Of course tubbo knew what shenanigans he was up to. So with the help of the death goddess with lovely braids, he washed sleep over the boys eyes. Watching as they slowly close.

Turning his head, tubbo could see the beautiful death goddess. Whos hair was in glossy braids. Sadness was shown in his eyes, knowing he had wasted his time, tubbo didnt get to see ranboo again. Or...so he thought.

Death approached tubbo, placing her warm hand on his cheek she blew gently in his face. Warmth spread through his body like the sun on a summer day. The aches and pains in his muscles faded way, death made tubbo handsome and taller to the eye. His curls looked healthy and covered his eyes like they had before.

Death, had shown him mercy.

(If you can tell i like reading the odyssey for fun sofjskdk, thats where most of the goddess stuff came from lol)