#I really loved the ranboo tubbo fundy trio.. I wish we'd seen more of them

[illmamnim]

I hadn't talked about dsmp in MONTHS but I found an old ficlet in my notes, so here you go:

(Summery: Ranboo has been busy getting used to the server. He and Fundy have a chat.)

Ranboo helped Tubbo collect wood for most of the afternoon when he finally took a break and set by the path. Tubbo was still on the clock, said he wasn't tired.

"Hi there!" Fundy startled Ranboo's train of thought. He greeted him back.

"Seeing something you like?" Fundy set down by him.

"What? Um, I'm just taking a break a bit. Not used to chopping trees that much, I guess."

"What are you building?"

"Tubbo wants to collect bees, so I'm helping him build a dome for them. Why are you here?"

"Just on my way to collect snow." He gestured to the shovel he's holding.

"Why?"

Fundy looked at him. "A shop."

"You're building a snow shop?"

"The ice cream shop!"

Ranboo shot up his gaze. "Oh! I completely forgot! I'm so sorry."

Fundy waved his hand. "Meh, it's fine. You seem to be busy lately."

"Tubbo has a lot of ideas."

Fundy rised his brow. "You've just been hanging a lot."

"Yeah, I guess. He keeps inviting me on his projects." Ranboo smiled.

"He seem to take an interest in you."

"Does he?"

Fundy thought for a second. "I don't remember him letting people in on his builds. He was always an “I can manage.„ type. But maybe it's the presidency that got him used the a crowd."

Hasted footsteps walked along the path. Quackity stood above them looking around. He spotted Tubbo and quickly walked to him, stack of papers in his hand.

"I think he does take interest in me." Ranboo said after thinking it through.

Fundy swinged his tail curiously. "You think he likes you?"

"What?! No. I mean-" Ranboo struggled. "I think I'm comforting for him. Maybe it's because I'm someone who doesn't know what he's been through?"

"How do you know he's been through something?"

"You don't get scars from nothing."

"Right." Fundy's ear fell flat. "Almost forgot about those."

They looked at Tubbo again, talking to Quackity about something important, pointing at different papers and fidgeting with his tie.

"But he makes me feel comfortable too."

"How so?"

"It feels like he understands. I mean, you and Niki care and you're good friends! But when he sees I'm in distress, even if he doesn't know what to do, there's a kind of sympathy, like he knows how I feel. And he wants to help, to make sure I'm feeling better."

Quackity nodded at Tubbo and started to walk off with the papers. Tubbo stretched his back and got back to wood chopping, somewhat forcefully now.

"He just really cares, you know?"

"Not really." Fundy said grimly.

Ranboo looked at him. His eyes were dazed, focused on nothing in the distance. "Do you not have someone who cares?"

He meant that innocently but Fundy shot him a look. He quickly averted his eyes.

Fundy got up and back to the path. "Anyway RanBOOB-" Ranboo groaned. "I'll get back to my snow. See ya' around."