Next, and final, piece. She was alone. This piece…
(—I don’t want to remember I don’t want to remember I don’t want to remember I don’t want to remember I don’t want to remember I don’t want to remember I don’t want to remember I don’t want to remember—she repeated the line over and over and over and over, holding her hands over her ears more tightly, rocking in place. She blocked everything out, curled up tight in a ball in a corner of the dusty library of dull looking books. She—I don’t want to remember I don’t want to remember I don’t want to remember I can’t remember I can’t—)
This piece is the most troublesome. She didn’t want to think about it right now. She puts it aside and, realizing the other pieces couldn’t fit together without it, abandons the whole piece. It wasn’t like she didn’t have time to finish it later. She would.
She couldn’t go home anymore.
OR
A look at what Osmp!Ranboo's backstory might be like. That's...pretty much it.
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WARNING: MIGHT CONTAIN SCENES THAT TUG YOUR HEART, FLUFF, AND CHARACTER DEATH.
READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.
Written as a gift for @azurecake16 for the @mcytblrholidayexchange. Sorry it’s late!
Hey there! So sorry for the extra wait for your gift! I procrastinated a bit too close to the sun, I'm afraid. But I hope you like it.
I decided to go with something different to what I usually write, as you said you liked seeing people's headcannons and I could go wild with that. What's wilder than a whole personal interpretation of what Origins!Ranboo's background might be like? This uses the trasfem Ranboo headcannon and combines it with the headcannon that Ranboo has two moms. I've also added Aimsey as her cousin, but she's never really referred to by name. None of them are, really.
This'll make sense in the next part. But that might not be out for another month yet. It depends. Sorry about that!
As a bit of a reminder/to clarify: this whole thing is from Ranboo's POV.