Tubbo quietly took a breath, squeezing his eyes shut as he shook his head aggressively, sneezing and choking slightly. He then let out a shaky breath as he squeezed his arms tightly, letting out the softest of whimpers before reaching up and tugging on his horns roughly. It hurt to do so, but the pain grounded him and told him he was okay, he was alive, he was HERE. His eyes glowed with a nuclear symbol as he panted softly and gripped further onto his horns. The rough ridges slightly cut into Tubbo's hands, and blood dripped down his hands as he panted. He coughed roughly as he choked on his breath, tilting his head back before screaming out as his wings opened. His wings were buzzing loudly in his distress, his eyes continuing to glow as he whimpered and pressed his hands onto his face, ignoring how blood got smeared onto his face. "Ah- hgghhh-!" He gripped his hair now as he slid his hands down his face, then slammed his fist into the ground with a grunt. "FUCK!!"
Ranboo silently walked, making absolutely no sound whilst strolling around in a hurried fashion. For once in his horrid life, he was desperately trying to force himself into his enderwalk state, only growing more and more upset with each attempt he took. He was pissed. No, rather, he was hurt, stressed, exhausted emotionally, and trying to find the easy way out; the screaming known as his own thoughts wasn't helping anything whatsoever either. Ranboo crossed his arms and let his clawlike nails dig into them, not caring that he poked holes through the sleeves of his pristine suit. If enderwalking didn't work nor help him, what the hell was he supposed to do now? He didn't know the answer to that, his grip only tightening on his own arms as his nails pricked at his skin; pain was a decent way to prevent himself from going completely batshit crazy, he noted. Ranboo continued to pace around, silently praying he could force himself to slip into a enderwalk, wrapped so much inside his own head that he didn't even notice the loud buzzing or screams from Tubbo nor the fact he walked right past the hybrid on a few occasions.
Tubbo panted softly as he looked up at Ranboo, then hugged himself tightly as his eyes glowed softly with a nuclear sign again. "Ranboo..." He mumbled out before standing up shakily, walking over to him before falling over behind him and onto the other hybrid's tail. "Ow!" He cursed softly as he squeezed his eyes shut, shuddering and coughing softly as he slammed his fist onto the ground again. Of course, he hadn't noticed that he fell on Ranboo yet, and just went back to his breakdown for a moment as he shuddered softly. "Hhhhhghhh...damn it damn it damn it..." He whispered softly as he gritted his teeth, getting up before looking up at Ranboo and remembering what he was going to do. "Ranboo...!" He reached out and tried to grab at him, his tail twitching softly as his wings opened and buzzed loudly. "Ranboo? Are you...okay...?" That was Tubbo, he checked on the people he loved regardless.
Ranboo swiftly turned around the second he felt something touch his tail, quietly growling as he took a small step back and prying his hands, now thinly coated in a layer of unnatural purple-ish blood, from his arms to hold them in front of himself. He balanced on the balls of his feet, his stance threateningly mimicking that of a bear standing on its hind legs ready to protect itself, glaring down at Tubbo with the small pinpricks his pupils had become; a clear sign he was scared, or worse. Ranboo didn't move a muscle, needing to force himself to stand still in order to not maul the bee-goat. Only his tail was allowed to move, and it swished furiously around behind him. He genuinely couldn't hear anything but static and screaming at the moment, and the few ender particles that danced around him were a good hint as to that fact.
Tubbo flinched at the growl, staring up at him before taking a soft breath and letting it out slowly. "Okay...how about this..." He slowly backed up, holding his hands up to show he meant him no harm. He then shrugged off his jacket, showing no weapons as he simply watched him. If Ranboo made a move, he'd try to make one that would mirror but not completely reflect it in order to stay close to the enderman hybrid. He didn't want to look like a threat to the other, and he showed a slight smile as he cleared his throat. Then, he raised his hand and made a sign slowly, having found a book in Karl's library filled with sign language sentences in different languages. He just hoped the one he found in Ender would work, staring at him. He'd signed out a quiet "No threat" before he stopped, placing his hands out to show that there was still nothing to fear about him. He wasn't a threat to him unless he had to be.
Ranboo eyed the motions Tubbo shown him with his hand, his tail falling limply to the floor behind him as he slowly corrected his posture, properly standing tall once more. The enderman hybrid silently watched him with an empty gaze, unlike his usual emotion-filled one, looking him up and down for a long, dragged-out minute. It wasn't as if he was untrusting of Tubbo; of course he trusted him, he was his platonic husband for fucks sake; but it was hard to make sense of the world around him when he was stressed and had a mild case of burnout. Eventually, after the seconds had ticked on, he stepped forward, closer to Tubbo and raised a hand. He was pointing directly at the other's hand that had signed, having mentally processed the fact it had blood covered on it, gesturing for him to flip it so his palm was facing the sky, expectantly waiting for him to do so. Ranboo then pointed to his horns with the same purple-coated claw he used to point at Tubbo's hand, "Rough things will hurt you if you grab them too tightly," He lightly whispered out, keeping his voice quiet since he couldn't hear it himself.
He processed the words that told him Ranboo wasn't fully in enderwalk for a moment, then realized and gave him an oddly sheepish look. "I know..." He whispered before slowly reaching out to see if he could try to touch the other hybrid, needing to see how he could help him, or even if he could. His wings opened and buzzed softly before he looked up at him with a soft sigh, his ears drooping slightly as he gave him a slight smile. He was clearly nervous, but there was an odd confidence to him that always seemed to be there. He was confident that he could get through this okay, or at the very least, with minimal wounding. The only time he'd forgotten that was during the festival. The F e s t i v a l. The place where he'd gotten fireworks to the face. Pain flashed in his eyes as he stepped back as if he'd gotten slapped.
Ranboo warily watched the hand that tried to touch him, the slivers known as his pupils growing ever thinner and more similar to eyes of ender. His tail swiftly picked itself off the floor when Tubbo suddenly stepped back, taking a few away himself soon after. He was most definitely jumpy, like a scared cat, despite his burnout. If any movement happened too quickly, or was unaccounted for, it would receive an immediate reaction from the enderman, be it fear or aggression. At least it was fear this time around. He wrapped his hands together as his tail coiled in on itself, uncertainty written clearly on his face as he opened his mouth to speak. No words came out though. Instead, he stood there, silently asking himself if he should do something, and if yes, what exactly he should do.
Tubbo let out a hiss as he gripped onto the hair over his scars, letting out loud gusts of breath as he backed up until his back hit the wall. Flashbacks to the Festival pounded in his mind, the sound of the fireworks going off and the feeling of them slamming into his face, his neck, his body. The utter pain of not being able to scream out in fear before the stinging sensation of fire and powder and e x p l o s i o n s, the blank feelings of dying before suddenly being thrust back into life. The panic and confusion, the relief, the sheer ANGER of being alive again after knowing that he shouldn't have died. His wings snapped open and buzzed loudly as he reached up and lightly scratched at his scarred skin, choking softly at the pain as he reached back and ran his nails up the wall. "Fuck-!"
Ranboo's tail flicked as his ears pinned back. Even if he couldn't hear, it was fairly clear Tubbo was in a panic, and struggling at that. Now, he didn't know exactly why, but, as the gears slowly turned in his head, he vanished out of thin air, teleporting away with a soft 'vwosh'. Helping Tubbo with his problems might be a decent distraction from his own or quiet his thoughts, possibly rivaling going into enderwalk, so he grabbed a cup of juice before teleporting back. Ranboo then cautiously walked closer, gently pulling at Tubbo's arm to gain his attention as his other hand offered him the juice. It was an attempt to help calm him down, knowing he couldn't audibly be there for him at the moment.
Tubbo looked up at Ranboo before taking a soft breath, trying to catch up with the world for a moment before reaching up and slowly taking the cup from him softly. "Oh...thank you..." He mumbled out as he slowly began to drink it, smiling a bit as he sighed happily. He seemed happy to finally have something to distract him, so he cherished it as he hummed a song to himself. It made him feel weird, honestly, if people saw his feelings. He looked at Ranboo before reaching up for him again, letting out a soft whine. "Ranboo..."
Ranboo blinked, silently questioning how he should react to once again being reached for, staring at Tubbo as he thought. It didn't take him too long to snap out of his thoughts and shift so that he was sitting upright, more or less at Tubbo's comfortable eye level, sitting there with his palms folded neatly in his lap. Of course, unable to speak much if at all out of fear he might shout or talk too quietly, Ranboo gave Tubbo's hand a light headbutt to show he didn't mind being touched at the moment, hoping that the sudden accessibility of all he could touch would be enough to satisfy. He then watched the other hybrid as he did nothing but breathe and blink, waiting for him to do something; anything, really.
Tubbo slowly set down the glass of juice in order to place both hands onto his husband gently, running his fingers through his hair and over his features slowly. He seemed hesitant but very deliberate, sliding his fingers over the features and looking at them in soft fascination. Of course, it was hard to tell because of his eyes being covered by his hair, but his hair was slightly parted to show his eyes. His eye had a nuclear symbol in it, which was admittedly a bit worrying, but it wasn't quite glowing at the moment. Instead, it just seemed to form part of his pupil, moving where it moved and such.
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