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Terrified, that's what comes to mind.
Ranboo was standing stock still, picture of his son grasped like a life line in his hand, but a sword to his neck. Shouting only muffled by his own breathing filled the air, unheard. He vaguely registered a burning on his skin, on his face, causing their eyes to screw shut in spite of themself. Dare they say what stung more was their heart. No one was helping, just running, running and panicking.
He wanted to run.
Damn it if that makes them a coward they don't care.
They need to get out if here.
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Xisumavoid:one moment
His eyes were still closed when there was a sudden blast of light, purple, possibly pink. It surrounded him as he fought to open his eyes, he felt like he was floating, the air escaping his lungs.
Maybe this was a dream, or his brain imagining something as he died, his body clawing to stay alive. His last life, all to waste. They could be okay with that. Peace. Endlessly sinking and stretching and flailing in a void.
You know that feeling you get when you fall in a dream? That struck them, if he could breath he would've let out a gasp, or he might have, actually, he's not really sure.
They.. woke up? With a start, of course. A startled enderian cry escaping their mouth as they shot up. Wet grass meeting burnt palms as they pushed themself to stand up, decidedly not toppling over dispite gravity's best efforts.
But one hand was still clutching, a small piece of laminated paper, a picture, his son, his home. His free arm wrapped around his center, now that he was breathing, he was hyperventilating, curling inti himself, his warbled sobbing just a reminder that he wasn't human. He wasn't close to human. At least there was a roof over his head here, well it functioned as a roof, though it probably wasn't.
"Great googly moogly!"
He hissed at the new voice, head snapping to where it came from, an Avian just a few steps away, standing in a rain soaked sweater.
"What are- how- are you alright?!"
The figure, man, took a hesitant step towards Ranboo, hands up. Still Ranboo tried to shuffle away, apparently a bit to much as rain was on his back, causing them to cry out again, jumping up from where they were crouched.
"Oh jeez you are tall-"
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In a flurry of particles he was in a house, still not a place he recognized, and he could still hear the rain pelting down outside, but it was better. Now they could panic in a safer environment, delightful.
They felt bile crawling up their throat, causing them to gag on nothing as their stomach silently stirred.
Holy sweet baby Jesus.
They teleported.
Twice.
Could they do that before? Is this new? Could they replicate it? Did it make them nauseous or is that unrelated? What the fu-
"There you are!"
The creaking if a door sounded, brief shuffling (flapping?) heard as it clicked shut again.
Oh god It's the same guy, oh god this is probably his house isn't it, oh god he's going to die and have no clue what's happening oh god-
"Whoa whoa whoa, hey calm down."
The avian was approaching Ranboo, who was just now realizing they were sat on the floor curled in the corner. Ranboo had to say, even as the man was standing infront of them, hands outstretched but motionless, all they were staring at was his eyes. They were... normal? But the iris just seemed a bit too dark, a void, no hit of the shine most people's held. And they didn't cause him to panic more.
"I'd um, I'd touch you but my hands are wet and i think that's bad..."
He mumbled, sort of awkwardly crouching down infront of Ranboo, he almost looked apologetic.
"Just, deep breaths alright? I'm not gonna hurt you."
How many people have said that and it was a lie again? like 90% of Ranboo's friends? But, in spite of that, they were trying to breath properly, but oh it's hard. They didn't feel like they could get enough air, like their throat was closing too tight. The shorter man, looked around for a moment, eyebrows knit together before he tried to his his hand dry on his damp sweater, apparently deeming it good enough and softly pressing his hand on Ranboo's chest.
It.. it was grounding. It kinda made it feel more like he was breathing enough, being able to feel his chest expand under the hand. Okay, this works, their breathing, slowly actually being able to think properly.
"You with me? Okay uh, I'm Grian, nice to meet you."
The man's, or Grian's wings fluttered anxiously behind him, causing Ranboo to finally pry his gaze away from those slightly off-putting yet comforting eyes. They were parrot wings, tricolored and big, in short, nothing like anyone he's seen.
Not that he's seen a lot, really. It was only around two? Quackity had small yellow duck wings, nothing impressive, though the guy would probably say otherwise.
And Phil. Deep black, amost purple in the light, sometimes it felt like staring into the night sky, a wing span large enough to cover Ranboo's vision. Yet they were clipped, Phil said it was just the rules. A dumb rule sure, but Phil thought it was worth it.
Phil.
Home.
"W-where..?"
"Hermitcraft, you're in a server called Hermitcraft."
Weird name? Well, Ranboo can't really speak on if something's a weird name. Shoot they should introduce themself.
"I'm.. I'm Ranboo."
"Alright, Ranboo."
Grian sighed, probably relived Ranboo wasn't having a full panic attack anymore, taking his hand off of the enderian's chest.
"So Ranboo, you should... probably take off that suit jacket yeah? Seems, a bit wet."
Oh. Yeah. Oh wow he's in so much pain. Oh god ow the burning.
He shuffled it off pretty much immediately, it had soaked through slightly, but this was... well not bearable, and not really that much better, but at least their shoulders were slightly lighter.
"I'm not sure i have anything in your size... but i could get you one of my jumpers if you'd like?"
Okay, this guy's British. Probably not the most important thing Ranboo's noticed so far, but it was something.
Also that offer was definitely tempting, but ew asking a stranger to borrow something. But Grian seemed nice right? Well so did most people on the smp. But this... is this still even the smp? This is hurting their brain, they should probably just nod and think about all this later.
So that's what they did.
"Perfect, be right back."
Okay, peace. They were... really tired. And their face stung too. They were probably crying earlier, context clues everyone. A wet feeling settled in their gut as they waited, like a damp cloth was put in their stomach as punishment for daring to be sad.
"Catch!"
Fabric hit them in the face, dropping down to their lap.
"Sorry! I'll let you change!"
He couldn't even glare at Grian before the guy was scampering out the door to give Ranboo privacy. They appreciated it, even if the way if delivery was less than ideal.
He stood put with a huff, grimacing at their burns rubbed their dress shirt. He gently placed the sweater on a chest, noticing a small vial of.. a healing potion in the middle of it, white rag. Oh, huh. The just, stared at the items as they unbuttoned the shirt, pulling the tie off and whincing as the fabric peeled from their torso. Yeah, there were blisters forming on the two toned skin, practically sizzling.
Hesitantly he reached out and took the rag and potion vial, could he really use these? Grian gave them to him without even asking if they were needed? Is it a test? They uncorked it anyway, dabbing a bit onto the cloth, setting to at least clean and settle the burns enough that he could rely on the plasma cream from the rest.
Cool spread though their skin as the fabric touched it, a light pinkish glow emitting for the area as the burns reverted to a more minor injury. It took awhile, and they were feeling a bit bad that Grian was having to wait outside. They didn't actually know how birds felt about rain. Or avians. Are feathers water resistant?
They finally could pulled the sweater on with minimal pain. The sleeves were short and the hem fell just at his hips, but the rest was pretty baggy. He's lanky, mostly from enderman genes.
They should tell Grian he could come back in, it was his house afterall.
Oh boy.