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He looked around, disoriented, waving his head left to right. his breath seemed artificial, it seemed like air was draining up his nostrils without serving any purpose. It was frightening

Soon enough he recognised the presence of a soft something on the right side of his neck. His fingers glided over it, realising it's a bandage, which was held steady by four pieces of medical tape. He pushed his fingers onto the soft bandage, softly, and he was met with a wave of pain, he sighed and reached to rub his forehead.

 he was quickly pulled out of his trance by the noise of  the door *gently* squealing, in a quick motion his head flew to the direction the noise was coming from.
He could recognize fingers opening the door with caution, soon enough a curious eye, too far away to put a name on, was snooping in the room. The persons eyebrow raised at seeing that toby was already awake.
 He opened the door slowly, and Toby could now name the person, it was.. ran? What has happened? 

Ranboo entered the room and closed the door behind him, with extreme caution, while still staring at toby. Tony watched as ranboo took small steps towards him. To ranboo's surprise, the boy didn't protest in any way, he wasn't asking anything, he wasn't even looking weird at him. He figured that Toby probably wasn't completely aware yet, of anything that is, and that felt like a needle in ranboo's heart, it meant that *they* had to tell him. 

They sat on the bed, heasitantly. Toby's confused eyes following them. 

"Ran?.." voice cracking and quiet. 
Ranboo let out a breath before swallowing.

"What's happened?"  Toby spoke again. 

"Um..." He trailed off, it was hard to get the words out, and the fact that he didn't even know what he is supposed to say definitely made it even harder.

But toby kept still, looking at ranboo, waiting for answers.

"Uh..." He stopped in his tracks "that doesn't matter right now" ranboo said, he couldn't tell him, he couldn't, he just couldn't, he didn't wanna see the betrayal in his eyes, he didn't wanna see the tears of fear and agony forming under his pupils. So he considered that giving up is the next best option.

"Are you hungry? Do you feel ok?" Ranboo asked. They glared into Tubbo's soon-to-be-red eyes.

"Please..." A quiet voice rung. "Please I want to know what happened" tubbo said, nearly sobbing.

"Hm" Ranboo hummed avoiding eye contact. They gently put their hand on Tubbo's stomach. Holding it there rather firmly, but at the same time running his thumb, attempting comforting his friend, but also keeping him from moving away.

"You..." They swallowed. "you where... attacked" 
Ranboo managed to get out. They locked their lips and hesitantly looked up at Tubbo

"By who?" Tubbo asked, curiously. Ranboo didn't know how Tubbo hadn't figured it out yet. Most likely, his brain was too weak to function at this time. The changing process is very draining, after all. 

"Vam... pires" Ran said, and then they sighed.
They heard Tubbo murmur in a distressed tone.

"Your alright though! Don't worry, you're ok!" Ranboo immediately exclaimed after Tubbo's hum. 

They couldn't tell tubbo what happened.

Tubbo raised his hand to touch the bandage that he noticed earlier, gently touching it once again, the only difference is that now he knows what it is.

Ranboo softly caught Tubbo's wrist with the tips of his fingers, and took it away from the covered wound on Tubbo's neck.

"Don't touch that" Ranboo delicately said. And then lowered their hand. And continue to look into Tubbo's fallen eyes, with sadness.

Ranboo took a deep breath in and started speaking. 'I'm gonna leave you alone for now, you need rest, ok?" Tubbo slowly nodded, Ranboo then put the blanket over him, coverings his entire body to keep him warm.

Tubbo smiled at that. Sure, the information he just received was terrifying in many ways, but Ranboo said he was fine, and he trusts Ranboo. And above that, he was just so-so tired...

"I'll be back soon" Ranboo promised with a sincere smile on his features, as tubbo fell back asleep

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A few days passed, tubbo slept soundly thru all of them. It is expected for young vampires to sleep a lot in the first few weeks. They're supposed to sleep for days at the time, then wake up for food and water, then go back to sleep only for the same thing to happen again and again.

Tubbo was slowly coming back to reality. Slowly opening his eyes, and closing them again.

He didn't remember a lot of things that happened last time he woke up. But he remembers enough so that he knows he is safe. he's at ranboo's, and he was previously attacked by a vampire, then saved by... Ranboo? He supposes so.

He tried to move his shoulder, but that's when he felt a strong hand firmly holding his jawline. He furrowed his eyebrows and tried to look at the person restraining his movements, but his head was stopped once again, and pushed against the mattress

"Oops" he could recognise ranboo's voice saying. They awkwardly laughed after that. "Sorry did I hurt you?"

"No" tubbo muttered

"Right, I'm trying to change your bandage, the one on your neck... Where you were bit." Tubbo could hear the awkward tone in his friend's voice.

"Hmh" tubbo hummed in acknowledgement, then started at the wall Infront of him

He felt the medical tape being unglued and removed from his skin. Then, he sensed the bandage coming off, the air hitting his wound. He just waited for Ranboo to put another one in it's place.

Meanwhile, Ranboo was staring down at their friend's neck, at the two red dots. He looked down with distress knowing that *they* bit there. Knowing that those were their bite marks, well, not only theirs, but they contributed.

Plus, they would have to tell Tubbo eventually, that they bit him, and then he's a vampire now. Actually they should've done it already, but they didn't. They were too afraid to do so.

They sighted, and returned to their previous activity. They carefully coated a cotton ball with Betadine and gently rubbed it over Tubbo's neck. Then, put a new bandage, and stuck it on with medical tape once again.

"There we go! You're all done" Ranboo said, and tubbo smiled and rolled over to see them. Ranboo knelt next to the bed, locking eyes with tubbo.

They smiled at each other. Genuine ones, comforting also. Ranboo, being partially zoned out, berely noticed when his friend's expression changed drastically

They watched as Toby's eyes widened and he furrowed his eyebrows.

Ranboo thought they caught up on what happened, so they immediately jumped into action, attempting to stop the chaos that was about to go down.

"What? Are you ok?" Ranboo said, trying his best to act calm, as if nothing was wrong.

Tubbo just sat there, with the same facial expression from before the question. Ranboo watched closely, trying to read him.

"No, nothing, it's fine" tubbo quickly said, blowing the situation off, and pulling a quick awkward smile at the end on the sentence.

"Oh, ok, ok, ok." Ranboo said, and tittered. Carefully patting tubbo's shoulder.

Ranboo got up from the ground and put the blanket over his friend, also ruffling his hair a bit.

"I'll be back in just a sec, now. I need to... Um, get you some food, and water. You must me hungry as hell by now" Ranboo said as he walked towards the door.

"It's ok, I'm not that hungry" Tubbo replied, rather bluntly. "Oh, you definitely are, you probably just can't tell"

"Ok" Tubbo said, when he thinks about it, food doesn't sound bad at all.

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As tubbo waited for Ranboo to come back with his food. He sat and thought about what had just happened, minutes before ranboo left.When ranboo smiled he saw a white sharp age, that did look like a fang. But maybe his mind was playing tricks on him. He shouldn't jump to conclusions.

Tubbo has always been anxious, for as long as he can remember. And a lot of the hasty conclusions he made turned out to be completely wrong. So maybe this was the same case, maybe his tired brain just imagined that sharp edge there. Yeah, definitely.

But also what If it's not? What if ranboo is actually a vampire? What if Ranboo was the one to attack him? What if Ranboo just created a fake story, so Tubbo will stay at his house, then in a few weeks they'll starts using him as a blood bag? What if his entire friendship with ranboo was all just a fucking dirty scheme so Ranboo could get themselves some free food, and entertainment? Or, what if this isn't actually Ranboo? Is he currently being held captive by a shape shifter without him even knowing

Now, tubbo was on his bed, the same position as before, completely frozen, apart from his chin, which was trembling. Without even feeling them, tears pricked at his eyes. Now he was afraid, he doesn't know what to do. He knows it's not possible but what if it is possible? It may be possible, who knows?

A quiet knock at his door pulled him out of his thoughts, he was still frozen.

He saw Ranboo walking in the room. It was ranboo, yeah, the ranboo with beautiful blonde hair, the ranboo with light blue eyes, the same ranboo that he's known for a lifetime. Not a skinwalker, not a vampire, it's just ranboo, it's ok. Suddenly he felt a wave of relief hit him, as he breathed out, and he realized he was no longer frozen in place.He really needs to stop overthinking everything, it's getting unhealthy.

Ranboo was holding a tray, with food, and two cups, as he walked towards the bed. One of the cups was transparent, with water inside, and the other was more of a mug, a mug painted dark green, he couldn't see inside.

"I'm back, with your food" Ranboo said happily when he was about half a meter away from tubbo. Putting said tray on Tubbos's bed, next to him, then sitting next to it.

"What's this?" Tubbo asked while pointing at the mug, more curiously if not anything else, realistically Tubbo knew he didn't have any actual reasons to think Ranboo would try to poison him, or something.

"Oh, that's tea!" Ranboo replied without even thinking about it, as if he told the same lie one thousand times.

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Tubbo was sitting on the bed, staring at the food, surprisingly he had no appetite. His friend seemed to be disconnected, they were sitting on the floor, next to the bed, eating his own food, and looking out the window, into the garden. The garden that Tubbo haven't caught a sight of until earlier today, he had to admit it was quite beautiful. The garden held rows of roses, and it was visited by various birds frequently, it brought Tubbo a nice feeling.

Tubbo looked down at his tray. There was a small green bowl of rice, with no seasoning, typical sick-person food, even if tubbo wasn't sick, but he didn't question it. Other that that, there were mashed potatoes, and a pastry. Good food, as tubbo would call it.

He took a bite out of his food, and then a sip out of his water. And he kept repeating as he was lost in his own mind.

Suddenly he acknowledged the presence of the "mystery mug". He knew he had no real reason to not trust Ranboo, and ranboo had no reason to lie to him. So he picked it up, the mug was warm, not very warm, but enough for Tubbo. He sniffed it, and hesitantly brought up to his parted lips. He closed his eyes shut as he let the tea fall in his mouth.

He had ro admit, it, in fact, didn't taste like any tea he's had before. But it didn't taste like anything else either, it was a new taste. It was good.

Ranboo does have a very interesting way of dealing with these kinds of situations, very rarely was it easy to convince a new vampire to drink blood.

Obviously, he knows other vampires. A lot of them they are friends with. And each one of them has a different way of dealing with a new vampire, not necessarily getting it to feed, just... getting them to accept their new lives.

Almost no one does non-consensual turnings anymore, that prosidgure is very old, and traumatic. So, judging by that, these things shouldn't be a problem anymore. But sadly, people having to be turned in order to stay alive, is a much more common phenomenon than it should be. A lot of times, vampires just want a meal, and then end up turning their victim, and not realizing what they just did, they leave the freshly-turned vampire alone on the pavement, having to be saved by a vampire with a kind soul who passes by.

Technoblade, a good friend of ranboo's, who's been there for him ever since he can remember, has a more aggressive way of doing it, he likes to simply drop the bomb, and force the crimson liquid down the fledgling's throat. Techno said it's better this way, because it's easier, and faster. Ranboo prefers it his way, he says forcing someone to do feed has no benefits.

Even if Ranboo hasn't been in this position many times, he doesn't think he's ever going to change his opinion about this.

Ranboo does know it's a bit wrong to lie about what the liquid is, but it's easier for the vampire not to die of starvation, and later on, when they do find out what it actually is, it's way easier for them to continue feeding, since they know they already drank it.

Yeah, it's basically betrayal, but ranboo has to say that it is in fact, better this way, for everyone involved.

As he kept drinking, he noticed his constant nause started easing. Ranboo must have put some medicine into his tea, he was thankful.

Only ten minutes later, tubbo was barely holding his eyelids up, his food already finished. Ranboo was talking away his tray.
"Sleep tight, Tubs" tubbo heard as he saw ranboo leaving
"Thanks" He just berely managed to get out. And then he heard the door closing shut.

As much as he would wish to stay awake, he fell asleep in a matter of seconds, just like ranboo predicted.

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"Did you get him to drink the blood?" Technoblade asked.

"Yeah, yeah I did" ranboo answered. taking a sip of black coffee, as they smiled almost proudly.

"How?" Techno asked, more as a filler question than one from pure curiosity.

"told him it was tea" they said, earing
a small laughter from their company. They couldn't help but laugh as well.
"I guess he was too tired to notice" they continued
They sat the coffee mug on the small table, and leaned back on their armchair.

"So..." He initiated. "What do I do now?" He rubbed his temple. "How do I tell him? He'll freak out, he'll HATE me" ranboo said, slightly panicked.

"Just... tell him." Technoblade answerd, and took a sip of his tea. Ranboo must admit the olders advice didn't help him much, and scrunched his nose ever so slightly.

"He'll freak out anyways, Ran. you can't avoid that part" the man continued, offering Ranboo a comorting arm over his shoulders, as ranboo locked his lips. "And if you don't tell him, he'll find out himself sooner or later. And then he'll hate you even more, so you have that"
Ranboo brought a hand to his forhead, allowing his aching head to fall into it. His bouncing leg beating the cold floor. With the corner of his eye, he could see a trenquil Technoblade, with a cigarette between his fingers, staring at the fireplace. Ranboo was envious of his cloudless attitude, he wanted to be mad at him, for how could he even mention hurting tubbo in this way? But at heart he new his friend right.

"I don't know" ranboo just berely managed to mutter.

"It'll be ok" He heard his friend's serene voice speaking.

Maybe it will, maybe it will be ok for Ranboo. But how will Tubbo take it?

"Think about...." The botheringly lymphatic voice began speaking again. "How did you react when you found out?"

"Not... bad? I suppose, but I was devastated at heart. A turning doesn't only kill a human heart, it kills a human soul, Technoblade." Ranboo said rather calmly outloud, but hysterically in his brain.

"The one who turned me was a cruel man for doing that to me" he began. "...and I wanted to hate him, but I couldn't bring myself to, he showered me in love and care. Not only..." He was interrupted by his own dry sob. "Not only until I surrendered, also after I did. And he treated me with so much care that I could never... even begin to hate him. I was almost glad I was turned, just because It brought me a so-called family." As he went on emotions filled his voice. He sounded like he was fighting with someone, when the only thing he was fighting were the tears in his eyes.

"You weren't glad to be turned?" He heard his friend asking.

"I never tought so... you seem pretty content." He continued

"I am" They replied shortly. And he heard Technoblade dropping his cigarette and stepping on it.

"I would prefer humanity though" they said through gritted teeth.

They hward the man next to them take a deep breath in "I can see what you mean, kid."

The man continued to talk, although no words reached Ran's brain as his tears blurred his vision. He could feel his fangs almost punching holes in his lower lip, and he hated the fact that tubbo will soon have to feel the same thing as well.

His knuckles hurt from the amount of times he cracked them. His skin hurt from how he picked at it. His head continued to hurt from the constant stress he's been going through. And his ears started to ring slightly, from god-knows-what...

At this point Techno's words were just an interruption to Ranboo's breakdown.

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Tubbo woke up once again, unfortunately. His head was just as fuzzy at it was the past times. Almost as fog lied in front of his eyes, blocking his visions and pushing him back to sleep. 'Is this some kind of drug?' Tubbo tought. He knew one thing clearly, he didn't wanna do this anymore, he was confused and tired, and almost sure Ranboo had something to do with it.

Tubbo sat up and tried to get out of the fairly tall bed, his feet weren't touching the ground as he sat at the corner of it. He threw himself down. As soon as he hit the floor the boy's mind was filled with discomfort, not pain, discomfort, like something is out of place, but he encouraged himself, he must continue.

He hobbled to the wooden door, placing  his fingers on the knob carefully, and turned it to the side, spots of his vision still covered in blur.  Looking back, his theory of ranboo kidnapping him in attempt to use him as his own property, wasn't all that unreasonable. Sleeping for numerous days at the time after getting attacked wasn't normal, even for vampire attacks.

Ranboo was warned that thet should drop the bomb fast, since they doesn't have much time before the boy starts unraveling stuff for himself. But they didn't listen, of course.

Tubbo's heart skipped a shallow beat as he turned the knob, in realization that the door was locked. Why would Ranboo lock the door?

He backed off slowly, scanning the room, feeling his pulse accelerating, as he started to sweat.

He squat in front of a hardwood drawer, pulling the doors open. Inside there were extra blankets and pillows. Tubbo caressed their silky material for a second, before alamming the doors shut and rushed in searched for something in the room, anything useful. The rest of the drawers in the room where all empty. Other than a host of half melted candles laying on the wooden furniture.

Tubbo instantly felt different, he felt small and light in the giant room he was in. The chandelier dangling above his head, to high up for him to reach up. He could just go to sleep again, and forget about this. He could just wait for his 'heartless' kidnapper to bring him food and tea again. But he won't, he wanted to leave and if he didn't get to, he wanted answers.

He dashed at the wooden door, slamming against it with great force, uncaring of the many bruises he was actively creating on his body. He continued suntil he heard rushed footsteps coming in the hallway. The door slamed open , to reveal the boy's kidnapper, with an agitated expression on their face and balled fists. They looked around the room until their eyes landed on Toby, who was laying on the floor, his shoulders red and very likely to get bruised fairly quickly.
"JESUS CHRIST!" The vampire exclaimed, with horror and worry streaming in their wide-opened eyes

They took a sharp and painful breath in. "Ok, ok, ok, ok..." they're said In an attempt to calm down themselves down.

"What happened?" They droned, holding both their shaky palms on the boy's shoulders gently.

Tubbo could see two men standing in the darkness of the hallway, both gandering inside the room.

"Tubbo? Please answer, man"  His kidnapper pleaded with him, with a shaky voice.

"Nothing, I'm fine" the boy replied, ignoring the blood on his shoulder.

Ranboo stared at tubbo, then scrunched his brows. "What did you do, Toby?" He asked in a stern voice, altough still coated in worry.

"...nothing" tubbo said looking down, and locking his lips.

The two stayed like that for a moment.

"Well you aren't in the shape to be out of bed just yet" ranboo spoke as he picked Tubbo up with way too little effort, without waiting for permission from the fledgling. Ranboo sat tubbo on the bed and tucked him in, regardless of the boy's protest.

The men were still standing outside the room, watching him closely. Tubbo knew they weren't looking at Ranboo, but at him.

"Why did you lock the door?" The fledgling suddenly asked with bitterness in his voice. Followed by loud silence.

"I-" the vampire stopped and exhaled hardly, with a grunt at the end

"-just wanted to make sure you won't get out and get hurt or something... You aren't fit to start wandering the place yet, since you just got attacked by vampires, you need to heal" Ranboo said,  they could feel their friends judgemental glare burn holes in the back of their head. 'I can't believe Ranboo lied to the poor boy again' they must have thought. In Ranboo's defence, they weren't even fully lying. Tubbo did get attacked by vampires, and Ranboo did lock the door so he doesn't get hurt... and also so he doesn't find out too much. But, it's half the truth, isn't it?

"No! I didn't just get attacked by vampires, it's been weeks. I don't have bruises over my body, my neck doesn't hurt anymore and I am doing just fine!" Tubbo spat. It felt good to get it out, but he regretted in in an instant. Surprisingly, his kidnapper's friends didn't look ugly at him, they stayed unflinching, looking at Ranboo.

Tubbo could hear ranboo swallow a lump in his throat, along with one of the men searching his pockets. He stared into Ranboo's eyes, silently demanding answers.

"... sorry Toby."

Now the boy was afraid, what were they about to do to him? Where they gonna do something to him? But ranboo stayed motionless and quiet, not breaking eye contact.

He looked at his pillow for a second before closing his eyes and hearing ranboo get up, followed by a trembling:

"C'mon let's go"

And then unevitebly, he heard the door locking, synchronized with his tears, that started falling down at the very first time.

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"Dude, you have to tell him! I feel like you are wildly misinterpreting how consequential of a situation this is!" Wilbur said assertively.

"He already started figuring it out. There is little time left. Just tell him already, shit would be much easier." Another voice joined in, the one of Technoblade.

"Yes! Ranboo, you have to tell him yourself, if you wait until he dechipers it all , he'll get the wrong idea." Wilbur stared speaking until he was cut off.

"He already got the wrong idea, look at him. He was suspicious of why the door was locked, he obviously fucking knows stuff."

"Oh! And the fact that he even found out the door was locked is bad! It shouldn't have gotten to this point" Wilbur said, with over-dramatic mannerism.

"Above that, you've done this before! It ain't that hard, what's the difference this time?"

The two men lectured, as ranboo sat still and listened. Finally, silence fell over the room and ranboo felt free to speak.

"Well, it's different this time since I knew him all my life. I just-" Ranboo attempted an explanation.

"If you love him, you have to tell him." The Pinkett interrupted. And the room fell silent.

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Ranboo unlocked the door with the men standing behind him. When he went inside, the fledgling was sleeping, dried tears lied on his cheeks, and you could see he previously clung to the blanked until his fingers turned blue. Technoblade walked beside him with large cup of blood that he held with both his hands. This time it was transparent, and you could very obviously see the thicc, crimson liquid inside. Tech sat it on the bedside table, then he sat himself in the armchair right next to it, leaving Wilbur with no where to sit on.

"Just sit on the floor" Technoblade whispered with a dumb smirk on his face

"Why do you get the only seat?" His siblings fought back.

"Well i got to it first"

"Jesus christ, shut up" the other voice in the room exclaimed, calming both the men down, as Wilbur sat next to the armchair and threw an ugly look at his brother.

Tubbo was gently tapped on the shoulder, when he didn't wake up, he was tapped once again, nothing. This time ranboo decided to say his same loudly, and he could see movement under his eyelids, before the boy stared opening them slowly.

Now tubbo lied awake, looking into Ranboo's eyes with fear and hatred. Ranboo muttered a simple "hi". To which the boy responded the same.

"Tubbo, I need to tell you something" Ranboo broke the silence. Unfortunately, he couldn't read anything on Tubbo's face, he just layer there pokerface, and waited to ranboo to continue his sentence. Ranboo close his eyes and steadied his hands on the boy's shoulders to hold him down as much as he can in the moment.

He took a long breath in. Before he spat out
"I am a vampire"

Tubbo sat in silence. He spent hours thinking about how he will snap at Ranboo when he'll get enough proof of him being a monster. He exercised, he was expecting tears to be streaming down his rosy cheeks, but no. Right now his heart was stuck in place, he couldn't utter a word, he couldn't look around, he was just glued in front of a vampire, sitting in the vampire's bed.

The vampire looked behind itself, at the other two sitting calmly, they gestured to him to continue.

"You were attacked by vampires, Tubbo. I don't know who they where. I found you bleeding out in a thin alleyway, *it* was the only way. I am so sorry" Ranboo spoke hoping to get some kind of answer from his friend.

"What did you do?" Tubbo just berely managed to mutter. As his heart burnt and ached. He was only able to hold his tears because of dread, sorrow and fear. But he compensated by quivering under the vampire's gaze

"I turned you. I'm sorry"  Ranboo informed, looking longingly at the scared fledgling he invited the space of.

Agonizing silence filled the room, the boy's eyes widening. The men watched Tubbo carefully, both seeming awfully serene. One of them even chewing on his temple tips.

He lost track of everything going on around him, he could hear his heart beating rapidly, so as warm tears draining down his trembling jaw. His vision blurring quickly, he didn't realize he has been holding his breath.

He felt two benign, but cold hands landing on both his shaky shoulders. The boy managed to turn to the side, surprisingly, the hands allowed him to move.

"You're ok" He heard "I'm sorry"

Ranboo picked up a large glass, filled with blood, tubbo supposed. And raised it to him

"Drink, please" the vampire demanded

"What is it?" Tubbo asked, voice shaking.

"It's... blood, it's human blood" ranboo said sincerely, followed by an apology.

Tubbo pulled away, and attempted to slam the glass down on the bed, after he failed Rqnboo set the glass back on the nightstand.

He felt the two hands which where previously restored on him push him down on the bed. With the corner of his teary eye he could see the two mysterious men getting up and ambling towards him. They got on the bed and held him down with ease, altought he was desperately trying to kick at their limbs. They where ignoring his screams of horror, and please for help. The man with the long pink hair lifted a clear glass full of thicc red liquid with his one free hand.

Ranboo, his kidnapper, was looking down at him with a remorseful look. He raised his hand at Tubbo, the boy flinched and the men only tightened their hold on him, cutting his blood stream and squeezing tears out of his eyes. Ranboo gently took ahold of Toby's nose and began to squeeze it with great force, not allowing him to breath. He panicked, and tried to escape once again, the men aggressively pushed him down, and his kidnapper was rubbing his thumb on his forhead.

He was quickly running out of oxygen as the Pinkett patiently held the glass to his mouth. Time around his seemed to slow down, his fingers were purple, and his attempts and escaping the vampires' hold were all useless.

He opened his mouth and gasped for air, before he could regain the oxygen he needed, he felt liquid being forced down his throat, and he had to swallow it as fast as ge could. He could still feel Ranboo's hand rubbing his comfort while strongly holding his nose. The glass emptied up and the boy started wheezing, his chest aching. The hand on his nose soon released him, and the men loosened their hold, altough still keeping him still.