Bench Trio: Become Human

by ThatOnePerson6890

Summary:

Tubbo scanned the room as he walked into the precinct, looking between each person, he was informed of their information from the database within his mind. Going from face to face, trying to locate his partner to track down and stop deviants. He needed Tommy Anderson, (Or, as he was told he goes by Tommyinnit or just Tommy). While Tommy was young, he was a lieutenant, which Tubbo admired. As Tubbo scanned face, it dawned on him that lieutenant Tommy wasn’t there, so he walked over to an officer, Charlie, and asked where Tommy was.

An android, model END340, a housemaid type android. He was one of the taller androids, sturdier. Better for people with toddlers(or so they were advertised). His owner was a man named Elliot Peterson. A drug dealer, living in a rundown home with a 6 year old child. A very small child, at that.

Or,
Just a Detroit: Become Human AU.

Notes:

Enjoy this bullshit. I’ve got big plans for this story.

Chapter 1: The start

Tubbo scanned the room as he walked into the precinct, looking between each person, he was informed of their information from the database within his mind. Going from face to face, trying to locate his partner to track down and stop deviants. He needed Tommy Anderson, (Or, as he was told he goes by Tommyinnit or just Tommy). While Tommy was young, he was a lieutenant, which Tubbo admired. As Tubbo scanned face, it dawned on him that lieutenant Tommy wasn’t there, so he walked over to an officer, Charlie, and asked where Tommy was. 

 

“Excuse me, have you seen lieutenant Tommy? I was told he would be here today,” Tubbo said respectively, his LED swirling blue. Charlie glanced up at him. Charlie was a good man, a clean record, well built, average male. 

 

“Oh, um. He should be here soon, sometimes he gets in a little late, ya know,” Charlie chuckled, glancing at Tommy’s desk. “His desk is over there, if you’d like to wait over by it.” 

 

“Oh, sure, thank you,” Tubbo smiled, before leaving to go by Tommy's desk. He glanced at the desk, finding it a mess with papers. He scanned it, finding a picture in a frame of three people. Two blonds, one he recognized as Tommy, the other scanned as someone named Philza, an older gentleman, and Tommy’s surrogate father. And a brunette, the tallest of the bunch. This was an android. 

 

Tubbo recognized the android as a TnT400. A family model that was discontinued because of issues unreleased to the public. This model had curly, fluffy brown hair and was wearing a large yellow long sleeve, and brown pants, unusual attire for an android, and the LED was blue. It looked...happy. It’s registered name was Wilbur. Tubbo stored that information for later. 

 

He scanned different areas of the desk, finding a stuffed crow on the edge of the desk, Tubbo hummed in interest, poking it. The feathers felt real, maybe it was taxidermied. Tubbo moved his attention to something else, finding a flyer for an older indie band, storing that information for later as well. He didn’t get to look at anything else, as he heard shouting coming towards him. 

 

“Aye, get away from my fucking desk,” Tommy shouted, shoving Tubbo away with a snarl on his face. “Who the fuck are you?” No one else in the precinct seemed bothered by Tommy’s loud voice. 

 

“Hello. My name is Tubbo, I’m sent to assist you in a hunt for deviants,” Tubbo said, standing straight up. “I’m an android-” 

 

“Yeah, I can see that, you plastic shit. I don’t need assistance, so beat it tin-head,” Tommy said, sitting down and propping his feet up. 

 

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, I’ve got direct orders,” Tubbo said. 

 

“Yeah, well...fuck your orders,” Tommy grumbled, tapping on his computer. “I’ve got shit to do, so go somewhere else.” 

 

“Maybe I can help you?” Tubbo suggested, brightening up, seeming unfazed by Tommy attitude. 

 

Tommy looked up at him, a dumbfounded look on his face, “What part of ‘piss off’ do you not unders-” 

 

“Tommy! My office, now!” The chief, Sam, called. Tommy glanced over, huffing with an eye roll as he stood, “Bring the android as well!” Chief said. 

 

Tommy glanced back at Tubbo, “You heard him, get a fuckin’ move on,” Tommy grumbled, and they both started to walk to Sam’s office. 

 

Tommy plopped down on a chair, putting his feet up on the Chief’s desk, only to get them knocked off. “What the fuck is this, Sam. I don’t need a plastic fuck hounding me,” Tommy said. 

 

“Yeah, well, the higher ups disagree. Sorry, Tommy, but you’ll have to deal with him for now. We’ve got a new case that we need you both to check out,” Chief said. “I sent it to your computer last night, but since I see you were too...busy to check it, I have to hand deliver it to you.” 

 

The Chief tossed a case file in front of Tommy, who opened it, “What is this?” Tommy asked, reading over it. 

 

“An android devant kidnapped a kid and killed his father. Catch him, shut him down, and bring the child in for processing,” Sam said, and Tommy looked up. 

 

“You don’t want it brought in alive?” Tommy asked. 

 

“It’s too dangerous to be left alive. It killed a man, it needs to be shut down,” Sam said, “So get on it. And take that with you, it’ll help you more than you think,” Sam said, and Tommy glanced back at Tubbo, who smiled at him. 

 

“What-fucking-ever,” Tommy grumbled, standing and leaving the room, knocking shoulders with Tubbo as he passed as if trying to prove something. 

 

“Don’t take it to heart,” Sam said, looking at Tubbo, “He’s got a past with androids, he used to be very friendly with them.” 

 

“Do you know what happened?” Tubbo asked. 

 

“You want to know that story? You’ve got to ask him yourself,” Sam said, “Get out there, before he leaves you behind.” 

 

Tubbo nodded, before swiftly leaving the room to follow Tommy, who was packing up some things at his desk. Tubbo waited patiently for him to finish, rocking on his feet, before walking a step behind them as they walked out to the car. 

 

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The night before .... 

 

An android, model END340, a housemaid type android. He was one of the taller androids, sturdier. Better for people with toddlers(or so they were advertised). His owner was a man named Elliot Peterson. A drug dealer, living in a rundown home with a 6 year old child. A very small child, at that. 

 

The child has named him Ranboo, and the two got along well. But, the house itself was not safe for a child of such a young age. Elliot was, safe to say, abusive. Extremely. Ranboo’s taken many beatings trying to protect Michael, the child. Not that he could feel any hits or kicks. At least he wasn’t supposed to. 

 

Tonight, Ranboo had made dinner, as usual, after tending to a slight cut across his nose caused from another beating, it wasn’t anything major, just a scratch easily covered by the synthetic skin. Ranboo just needed to make sure he hadn’t been bleeding. Ranboo served the food, as usual, and waited for the next instructions. 

 

Elliot was muttering to himself, trembling in his seat. Michael scooted back in his chair, being able to sense another episode coming on. And, of course, it came. Elliot flipped the table, making Michael yelp and cry. 

 

“Shut up you useless child!” Elliot shouted, picking up Michael by the arm and making him yelp again, trying to wiggle free from his fathers grasp. 

 

“Ranboo! Help!” Michael cried, and Ranboo went to move. 

 

“You move, and I’ll bust your ass!” Elliot warned, and Ranboo froze, his programming forcing him to listen. 

 

Elliot took Michael upstairs, and Ranboo was forced to listen to Michael’s cries and the sounds of hitting. Ranboo's body jolted, his sight flashed red and a warning went off in his programming. The words SAVE MICHAEL flashed in his mind. 

 

Ranboo fought against the order to stay still, Michael’s cries fading for a moment before something inside of him snapped. He felt…free. He was free. Michael’s cries filled his ears, and Ranboo raced up the stairs. He burst the room door open, and Elliot looked over at him as Michael ran into a corner. 

 

“You- how are you-“ Elliot pointed at Ranboo, stumbling around. 

 

“Leave him alone,” Ranboo ordered, dodging a hit from Elliot, “Michael, run!” Ranboo called and Michael charged it out of the room. Elliot reached for Michael, but Ranboo grabbed his hand and wrestled him away. 

 

The two wrestled for a good 15 minutes, Elliot shouting about, before Ranboo slammed his head against a bedside table. Blood splattered the table, and Ranboo took a step back as Elliot felt to the ground, a pool of blood pooling around his head. 

 

Ranboo ran out of the room, finding Michael in the living room. He picked up the child, grabbing his jacket and wrapping him in it. “We gotta go, okay?” Ranboo whispered, and Michael nodded quickly. “Okay, hide your face,” Ranboo whispered, as they left the house. Michael’s face hidden within Ranboo’s neck. 

 

Ranboo walked into the garage, putting Michael in the backseat in his car seat, pulling a blanket over him, before closing the door and hopping in the front, hotwiring the car, and booking it away from that house. His LED was spinning red, and all Ranboo could think about was getting as far away as possible. 

Chapter 2

Summary:

Mainly focused on Ranboo and Michael

Notes:

Enjoyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

In the present day, Ranboo had to hide out in an abandoned house knowing he needed to change a lot. So, while Michael slept behind him, he looked in a mirror in one of the bathrooms. He sighed, running a hand through his long synthetic hair, it fell to about his mid-back, and debated on cutting it. He glanced around, finding nothing to cut his hair with, he betted against it. Instead, he opted to change his hair color. At first, he changed it to black, deciding to check the white color as well(just so he had options). But, something must’ve glitched in his program, because only half of his hair changed into white. 

 

Ranboo tilted his head, and instead of attempting to fix it, he left it, figuring having two different colors in his hair would make him look less like an android. He also removed his LED, flinching a bit as he did. The LED dropped on the floor with a gentle tink . He looked at his clothing, noticing how he was still wearing the MCAndriodLyfe uniform. Of course, he had nothing to change into. He left the bathroom, looking around the broken down and abandoned home, finding a black large fabric curtain hung up. He ripped it down, flinching as the sunlight flooded the room. 

 

He quickly moved from the view of the outside, pulling the fabric over his shoulders, hiding the uniform until he could change clothes. By now, Michael was starting to wake up. The child yawned and sat up from the makeshift bed that Ranboo had made out of a blanket that was left in the car he’d stolen and a, admittedly, gross throw pillow. 

 

“Good Morning, Michael,” Ranboo said, kneeling down and picking up the child. 

 

“You look different,” Michael said, his small voice slurred with sleep, rubbing his left eye, his right eye had a large bruise forming underneath it and was beginning to puff and become swollen, not too bad for now, but still a little worrying. 

 

“I had to...change a few things,” Ranboo said, “We should get going. We’ll have to walk for now.” 

 

Michael yawned with a nod, “My eye hurts,” He whimpered, and Ranboo inspected it. It would get worse as time went on, and his database brought up the chance of the vision in his eye worsening due to the damage Elliot had done. 

 

“It’ll bruise and become swollen. It may be hard to see, but it'll heal. I’ll see if I can get you any medicine for it. Right now, we need to see if I can find us new clothes, and a better hideout,” He said, blinking the scan from his eyes. Ranboo picked up the blanket, wrapping Michael in it before leaving the abandoned house. 

 

After walking a while, they made it to a corner store. The cashier ignored them as they walked around, Ranboo set Micahel down, glancing at masks hung up in the back of the store. He glanced up at where a security camera was, and then glanced at the cashier, who was reading a comic book and not paying attention to the cameras. 

 

Ranboo looked up at the camera again, hacking into it and editing the footage. He glanced back at the cashier, who couldn’t care less about the camera as he continued reading the book as Ranboo grabbed one of the fabric face masks, hiding it in the uniform jacket hidden underneath the fabric curtain cape. He picked up Micahel again, whispering to him. 

 

“Do you need to use the bathroom?” Ranboo asked, and Michael nodded. Ranboo glanced around the store before walking up to the cashier. “Excuse me, do you have a public bathroom?” He asked kindly, scanning the cashier’s face as he looked up. 

 

Sheldon Felt

43

Corner Store Cashier

Criminal Record: Domestic Abuse, Narcotic Supplier.

 

“Yeah, here’s the key,” The cashier said gruffly, sliding the key over the counter towards Ranboo, who easily caught it from falling off the counter. “It’s in the back,” He added, pointing to the back of the store. 

 

“Thank you,” Ranboo said, before walking back into the bathroom. He set Michael down, and allowed him to use the bathroom, he didn’t need too much assistance as Ranboo took the mask out of the packaging and hid the mask in his jacket again until they got out of the store. 

 

Michael finished, flushing the toilet, and Ranboo assisted him in washing his hands. After they were done, they left the bathroom. Ranboo handed the key back, and they left the corner store with minimal suspicion. Ranboo slipped the mask on as they walked down the street before picking Michael back up again, walking through the streets, bringing minimal attention to them. 

 

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Tommy and Tubbo arrived at the crime scene, a run down house in the poorer parts of the city. Tommy did a pretty poor parking job and got out of the car, slamming the car door without saying a word to Tubbo. Tubbo slowly opened the car door and shut the door, following Tommy to the scene. Tommy had walked past the tape before Tubbo. Tubbo, however, was stopped at the tape.

 

“No Androids on the crime scene,” The officer android said, and Tommy glanced back. 

 

“It’s with me, let him in,” Tommy said, and the officer android nodded, allowing Tubbo back. Tubbo walked up to Tommy, smiling at him as Tommy rolled his eyes and walked within the house. 

 

“The victim's name was Elliot Peterson. His son’s name is Michael, a 6 year old, and they had an android...name Rambo?” Charlie said, looking at Tommy. “According to neighbors, Elliot was extremely abusive. He had bad anger problems, and his wife had left them a couple of years ago. Rambo was reportedly repaired multiple times.” 

 

Tubbo looked around the home, scanning the area, seeing the table flipped, food splattered on the floor, broken plates and blades of glass shattered around. 

 

“The body is upstairs, there seems to have been a struggle,” Charlie said, and Tubbo made his way up there, followed by Tommy and Charlie. 

 

When Tubbo reached the bedroom, he scanned the body. He had drugs in his system, according to his blood. “He was a drug addict,” Tubbo said, catching Tommy's attention. “There’s blunt force trauma, and probably brain bleeding. With the blood around the room,” Tubbo looked around, spinning to see the splatter. “That’s from during the fight, but that,” Tubbo said, looking at the bed. “Isn’t the victim's blood.” 

 

“Then whose is it?” Charlie asked, and Tommy sighed as the officer looked at him.

 

“The kids,” Tommy said, walking out of the room. Charlie and Tubbo made eye contact, while Tubbo had a neutral reaction, Charlie looked significantly worried.  

Chapter 3

After they fully inspected the scene, finding not much more than that, they left the scene. Tommy’s hands stuffed in his pockets. They had a few things to do to push the investigation further, but, Tommy didn’t look interested in doing any of them as they got into the car. 

 

“Can you eat? I need something to eat,” Tommy said, starting up the car and driving recklessly away from the house. 

 

“I do not need to eat, I am an android,” Tubbo said, and Tommy scoffed. 

 

“Right, right. We’ll, as a human, I need sustenance to survive, so I’m grabbing a fucking bite to eat,” Tommy said, sharply turning left. Tubbo noted the reckless driving before, but at the moment, it wasn’t as bad. 

 

“May I ask you some questions?” Tubbo asked, “For my database and information on you.” 

 

“You don’t already fucking know everything?” Tommy scoffed. 

 

“It’s part of my programming to learn more about my environment by being around and in it. Similar to a human,” Tubbo explained, getting a slight glare from Tommy, though it didn’t seem angry, just more confused. 

 

“Sure, whatever. Ask away,” Tommy scoffed. 

 

“There’s a photo, on your desk. You and two people, may I know who they are?” Tubbo asked, although he knew their names, he was curious to know them in a bit more detail. He noticed Tommy stiffen and huff, seeming to run over the answers in his head. 

 

“They’re my family,” Tommy said. “My dad, and my brother, Phil, and Wilbur. Wilbur was an android,” Tommy said, turning down another road, not as harshly this time. 

 

“If he was an android, how could’ve he had been your brother?” Tubbo asked, confused as he looked at the dashboard for a moment. 

 

“He was like a brother,” Tommy said, getting Tubbo's attention again. “Phil had gotten him as soon as androids came out, about six years ago. I’m guessing you knew that. By then, I was already living with Phil. He’s got an illness, or he did, and he struggled to work and keep the house in order. So, he bought an android to help. While we both worked, the android kept the house clean and kept us both fed. After a while...Wilbur didn’t seem to have...specific programming anymore. It still did as asked without question, but he just seemed so much more…” Tommy paused. 

 

“Alive?” Tubbo asked, and Tommy glanced at him, nodding a small bit. 

 

“I don’t know what happened to Wilbur, honestly. Someone broke into our house in the middle of the night, almost shot Phil, but Wilbur was quicker. He hit the guy over the head with a bat, one of the metal ones we had because Phil used to play baseball. The injury was so bad, the guy never woke up. Wilbur was taken away, much to mine and Phil’s disliking and trying to prove that he wasn’t violent, just trying to protect us. I don’t know if he got destroyed, reset, or just...left somewhere,” Tommy said, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. 

 

“There’s a high chance that he got destroyed, and I don’t mean to be rude. But when androids show high signs of aggression, they’re pulled apart for analysis. If MCAndroidLyfe finds just an error in the program, then he should’ve been reset and sent back to you. But, if they couldn’t find a source, then it’s deemed faulty and destroyed,” Tubbo said, hoping he didn’t cross a line with Tommy, who obviously seemed to care about Wilbur. 

 

“I know,” Tommy said, not sounding angry, which was a small relief. “I just want to know for sure what happened to him.” 

 

Tubbo nodded, “And Phil? Is he alright?” Tubbo asked. 

 

“After all of this, Phil’s heart gave out on him. He had a heart attack, luckily he survived. He’s at his home, downtown, resting and keeping himself healthy, or so I hope. I haven’t gone to see him in a year or two after...we had a fight,” Tommy said. “There’s another android there taking care of him, though he claims he doesn’t need it, I know that’s bullshit. He just doesn’t want to be reminded of Wilbur.” 

 

Tubbo nodded, “How long did you have Wilbur?” 

 

“Four years,” Tommy said, “I was still an officer at the time we Phil bought him. Pretty new one, actually. Phil feared for my life daily.” 

 

“I’m sure. Becoming an officer raises the chance of death, if not by risking your life, just your health as well,” Tubbo said, getting a small scoff in return.

 

“Yeah, yeah. So what? You're gonna put all of that in your little database brain?” Tommy asked as they pulled into a small fast food place. 

 

“I’ve got it saved, yes. In case we need it for later,” Tubbo said, getting an odd glance from Tommy before the other got out of the car. Tubbo decided to stay in the car, this time, seeing a ‘no android’ sign on the restaurant window. He glanced outside to his left, finding nothing in particular. 

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Ranboo walked through alleyways and backways finding clothes for both along the way. Granted, some he stole off of drying lines, but still. He found them. He got them both changed behind a building, abandoning both of their old clothes there, but keeping the fabric ‘cape’ on. It helped keep Michael warm, which was needed as it started raining. 

 

Admittedly, Ranboo stole food from corner stores and other stores more than he’d care to admit, having to feed Michael. He even stole money, which wasn’t his finest moment, but the things you do for your children will surprise you. 

 

With said money, he bought Michael a proper meal and some medicine for his eye, and still had a little leftover for a motel room. After a back and forth with the clerk, and slightly using Michael, they were able to get a room. Once they were inside and out of the rain, he turned on the heat, removing their wet clothing and hanging it to dry. Hanging Michael’s small jacket and pants, and his own cloak. Mostly everything else stayed dry. 

 

“We should get you into a bath,” Ranboo said, and Michael slowly nodded. Ranboo got a bath started, and once it was filled, he set Micheal in it. He helped wash Michael, who decided to splash around a little bit, giggling. Ranboo chuckled a small smile on his face, kissing the child’s head gently before stepping back to let him play for a moment as he looked through their things, making sure to watch Michael play. 

 

Once Michael was done, reaching his little arms up to get out, Ranboo grabbed a towel and lifted Michael up, drying him off before wrapping the towel around him. He placed Michael on the bed, checking the other’s eye. His processors whirled in a hum, before giving Michael something to help with the pain and swelling.

 

“I think it’s time for bed, Michael,” Ranboo said, rubbing Michael’s head. Michael yawned in agreement. Ranboo put Michael back in his undergarments and t-shirt on, before putting him under the blankets. “Goodnight Michael.” 

 

“M’night ‘Boo,” Michael grumbled, before falling asleep fairly quickly. Ranboo shut the lights off, before sitting on the bed leaning against the headboard, Michael curled up to his side, gently snoring in his sleep. Ranboo gently ran his fingers in Michael's hair, staring straight ahead.

Chapter 4

Summary:

Ranboo gets caught. And someone wakes up.

Notes:

Enjoyyyyy

Throughout the next day, Tubbo and Tommy went around the poorer side of the city, where the END340 model(Ranboo) was last seen. Going from store to store, never getting a direct answer until they showed Michael. As they circled into where Ranboo was, the android knew something was off. 

 

Ranboo got out of the bed, glancing outside the window to see police cars. He panicked, waking Michael up, “Michael, it’s time to wake up, we’ve got to go,” Ranboo whispered, getting a half asleep, very confused, Michael in response. 

 

Ranboo slipped on Michael now-dry clothing, putting the jacket on him, slipping the hoodie over his head. Ranboo slipped on his own clothing, wrapping the large fabric over himself, slipping the mask back on, and glancing outside, seeing Tommy and Tubbo inside talking to the clerk. 

 

Ranboo picked up Michael, and slipped down one of the far exits, going behind to the side of the building, holding Michael’s head into his neck. He felt Michael start to tremble, and until Ranboo could get them safely away, there was nothing he could do to comfort the child. 

 

He scanned the area, seeing Tubbo and Tommy just leaving the lobby, officers surrounded that way out. He blinked his eyes back to normal, looking for another way out. When he couldn’t find any, he tried sneaking over behind a different building right across the street. Unfortunately, the world wasn’t that kind to them. 

 

“We found them!” An officer called, and Ranboo started to book it, only to get cornered in. His back against a fence, guns on him, and he clutched Michael as Tommy and Tubbo raced over to the front. Tommy’s gun on Ranboo, while Tubbo stared at Ranboo. 

 

“Release the child,” a loud voice that made Ranboo flinch said, and he only gripped tighter. Michael started to cry, clutching onto Ranboo tightly. “Release him, or we shoot!” 

 

“Wait!” Tubbo called, catching Tommy’s attention, “Don’t shoot it, you’ll risk hurting the child!” 

 

Ranboo glanced at Tubbo, who stepped closer to him. Warnings went off in Ranboo head, he only held Michael tighter. 

 

“We don’t wanna hurt either one of you, but you need to come with us. Listen, we know what happened with Elliot, but we need to understand,” Tubbo added. 

 

Ranboo shook his head, clutching into Michael, who only held onto him tighter. Tubbo and Ranboo connected mentally, communicating with each other through the databases. 

 

“I can’t give him up. I was only trying to help.” 

 

“I know, but you need to let us help.” 

 

“Please, don’t do this. You know what they’ll do to me. I can’t leave Michael alone. I didn’t mean to kill him, but he was gonna kill Michael.” 

 

Tommy’s voice pulled them out of their communication, “Tubbo! What the hell are you doing?” Tommy asked, Tubbo’s LED spun yellow. 

 

“It’s the wrong android!” Tubbo called, getting a confused glance from everyone. “And this isn’t Michael.” Tubbo glanced back at him. 

 

“Then why does it look terrified and guilty?” Tommy asked. 

 

“Probably because you have a whole army of guns on it. This is a model NET034, wrong model. Though they look similar,” Tubbo said, and guns all lowered. “Go back home, alright?” Tubbo called, and Ranboo nodded. 

 

“Thank you,” 

 

“ Run.” 

 

Ranboo slowly made his way walking to the side, before swiftly leaving, knowing the officers eyes on him. Once he was out of their sights, he started to run, holding onto Michael tightly as he waved his way through busy sidewalks. 

 

Tubbo walked back over to Tommy, who grabbed him and gripped his arm. Tubbo only glanced at him, “Did you just let him go?” Tommy whispered. 

 

“I told you, we had the wrong android,” Tubbo said. 

 

“It matched the description,” Tommy said, and Tubbo shrugged. 

 

“Many androids look alike, same models, similar models. I scanned it, it was the wrong model,” Tubbo said, pulling his arm back. “We have to continue our search.” 

 

“If you’re lying. I’ll break you myself,” Tommy snapped, and Tubbo nodded, his LED swirling yellow for a moment before going back to blue. “Everyone back in your cars! We’ll go back to the stations and regroup there,” Tommy said, and everyone was quick to follow the order. 

 

Tubbo and Tommy got into their car, Tubbo staring out of the window, as Tommy started the car and went on his way to the station, neither one of them spoke a word on their way there. 

 

Ranboo made his way, finally slowing down when he didn’t see the hotel at all anymore. He set Michael down, wiping his eyes gently, shushing him. 

 

“We’re okay, Mikey. It’s okay,” Ranboo whispered. “We’ll find another place, we might have to head out of the city, alright?” 

 

“Excuse me,” A person behind them spoke, and Ranboo glanced up, adjusting his mask. “You look to be troubled, head to this address if you need some help.” 

 

The android connected with Ranboo, giving him an address. Ranboo blinked, picking Michael up as he processed the information, just as the random android disappeared into the street. Michael looked up at him, and Ranboo looked at Michael, “Lets go check this place out,” Ranboo whispered, and Michael nodded. 

 

Ranboo started up a mental GPS, before walking the way to the address given to him. 

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In a dark, worn down, dump area. Something stirred, as if waking up. And it was. Silver eyes blinked open, it felt it’s processors wirl with warnings and it’s programming full of errors. It needed to replace some things, and luckily, it would be able to find these things within this dump. And it did.

 

 A tall, broken down android, with synthetic brown fluffy hair and a ripped up and dirty yellow long sleeve was now awake. It looked up into the darkening sky, before looking back at the wasteland around it. It found a mountain of disassembled parts, leading out of this dump. And it climbed it. 

 

Once finally out, it scanned the area around, trying to figure out where it was. Checking it’s database for anything, any information it could. It still felt errors in it’s program, but nothing that couldn’t be repaired as time went on. It knew one thing, however, as it grabbed a dark trench coat forgotten on the ground. 

 

“My name...Wilbur,” It whispered to itself as it walked out of the dump, with no one seeing it at all. It continued whispering the phrase to itself. 

Chapter 5

Summary:

A bit of a relaxing period. Wilbur returns home, and Ranboo finds a place to stay and a way out.

Notes:

Two updates in one day? Who would've thought?

There will be scenes not updated in the chapter, so Tubbo and Tommy aren't in this one. Maybe Ranboo and Michael won't in a chapter, maybe Wilbur won't be in a chapter. Basically, only two sets of characters will be in one chapter, unless they cross over.

Wilbur walked around the city, in dirty clothes, his processors slightly glitched. He tried repairing his memory, but he found it quite difficult. He was just following his feet, where they took him.  His hair bounced on his head, and eventually, he found his way home. A pretty large one, at least three stores. Too big for one person, however, Wilbur walked up to the house. 

 

He opened the door, and a voice greeted him. “Welcome back, Wilbur,” The voice said, and Wilbur looked up. The house looked even bigger inside. A stairway going up to the second floor. Wilbur looked around the house, looking at a photo. He recognized the photo. It was the three of them, Wilbur, Tommy, and Phil. Wilbur’s memory glitched, and he blinked as he remembered where this photo was taken.

 

“Wilbur! C’mon, family photo!” Tommy called, running outside. Phil was right behind him, a photographer already outside, Wilbur was currently washing dishes, smiling as he walked the 22-year-old acting like a child. 

 

Wilbur put the clean wet dishes on the rack, their dishwasher had broken so he had to do them by hand and stepped outside. His LED spun green as he leaned against the frame, waiting for the two to finish. 

 

“No! Come over here!” Tommy said, running to grab him. 

 

“C’mon, Wil! A photo or two won’t hurt,” Phil said, motioning for him to walk over as Tommy grabbed his hand and started pulling him over. 

 

Wilbur laughed, “Alright, alright,” he said, before standing between the two, slightly taller than them both. Tommy and Phil wrapped an arm around him, and he wrapped his arms back around them as the photographer snapped a photo. 

 

They were happy. They were a family. 

 

Wilbur came back to the present when he heard footsteps, his cracked LED flashed yellow and he glanced up the stairs, seeing an android. This one had long, pink hair. He was slightly buffed out, a new model type, and he was wearing a black shirt with black jeans. 

 

The other android looked between Wilbur and the photo on the side. “You were destroyed,” The other android said. 

 

“I was...meant to be destroyed...But I survived,” Wilbur said. “Is Phil home?” He asked gently. The other android nodded. 

 

“Wait here,” He said, before returning up the stairs. 

 

Wilbur walked around the room, taking in the differences he didn’t remember. He looked at himself in the mirror, seeing the cracked LED, the slight discoloration of the synthetic skin across the bridge of his nose as if it had scared. Like he was a human. 

 

Wilbur found a pair of scissors within a cup holding pens, and he quickly removed the broken LED, the skin retracting momentarily before crawling back over, making it seem like it had never been there. The LED fell to the table beneath him, and Wilbur placed the scissors back. 

 

“Wil?” A voice called, and Wilbur glanced over. Seeing Phil, holding into the other android as he walked down the stairs, cane in hand. 

 

“Phil,” Wilbur breathed, as the elder reached the bottom step. He didn’t look much different, in all honesty, he just looked weaker. More brittle. And that wounded Wilbur. 

 

“Thank you, Techno,” Phil said, and the other android, Techno, nodded before stepping aside. Phil stared at Wil, before stepping closer, carefully using his cane, and hugging the taller android. “You’ve come home.” 

 

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Ranboo made his way to the address given to him. He knocked on the door, just as it had started raining outside. They waited for a moment before the door opened, a male, blond hair, wearing a green hoodie, opened the door.

 

“Whaddya want?” He asked, leaning against the door. 

 

“We were told to come here, you help those who need it?” Ranboo said gently, holding Michael close. 

 

“Look, I don’t know who told you,” The male started. 

 

“Please, I have a son. We just need a place to sleep,” Ranboo said, and the other sighed, before opening the door and stepping aside.

 

“C’mon in,” He said, allowing them inside. “Eret, take their coats,” The other said, as a tall android, who would’ve been shorter than Ranboo had it not been wearing large boots, walking over. Ranboo took a step back indistinctively. 

 

“Oh, it won’t hurt you. He’s a model android, meant for the runways and shit,” The other said, and Ranboo relaxed. He helped Michael take off his jacket, and hand it to Eret, who smiled and hung it up, offering to take Ranboo’s cloak, Ranboo shook his head and picked Michael up again. 

 

“My name’s Dream. This is Eret, as I’ve said,” Dream said, pointing to Eret, who nodded at them with a smile. “George!” Dream called, and someone came running down the stairs after a moment or two. He was in a blue shirt and jeans, long dark, almost black, hair. “This is George. My more...personal android. George, will you go grab us some drinks please?” Dream asked. 

 

“Of course, water? Juice?” George asked. 

 

“Water for me, juice for you two? Soda maybe?” Dream asked. 

 

“Juice for Michael is fine. I’m an android,” Ranboo said, holding his hand up as the skin retracted. George nodded before making his way to the kitchen. 

 

“Please, come sit down,” Dream said, and Ranboo did so, sitting across from Dream. Eret stood next to the doorway, LED swirling a light blue. “So, what’s your story?” Dream asked. 

 

“I saved Michael from his father, my...owner,” Ranboo said. “I ended up...accidentally hurting Elliot. Badly,” Ranboo said, glancing at Michael, who seemed more entranced with Eret at the moment, as he walked over to the tall android. “Michael,” Ranboo started. 

 

“He’s fine, right, Eret?” Dream asked. 

 

“Perfectly,” Eret responded, smiling down at the boy. “Would you like some toys?” Eret asked, and Michael nodded as Eret led him to another side of the room. George came back, handing Eret a glass of juice before going over to Dream, handing him a glass of water. 

 

“Thank you. Will you check when Sapnap gets home?” Dream asked. George’s LED spun, Ranboo recognized it as him gaining information. 

 

“He should be home within ten minutes,” George said a small smile on his face. “He’s bringing Karl.” 

 

“Awesome,” Dream said, “Will you go make sure their room is made up and clean while I talk to our guests?” 

 

“Of course,” George said, and Dream gripped his hand, kissing the back of it before George was off back up the stairs. 

 

“You have a relationship?” Ranboo mumbled, and Dream chuckled with a small nod. 

 

“Yes, well, when George first arrived here, I was also a little shocked at the...advances he’d made. But, he was fully deviant, so I thought,” Dream shrugged, “What’s the harm? He's beautiful, won’t ever age, but he still has the mind to think for himself.” 

 

“Is Eret?” Ranboo asked, and Dream nodded. 

 

“A deviant? Yes, they are,” Dream said, glancing back at Eret who was playing with Michael, making the child giggled. “So, I’m guessing after you…'hurt’ Elliot, you ran?” 

 

Ranboo nodded, “We were almost caught, but...he let us go,” Ranboo said. 

 

“Who?” Dream asked. 

 

“I believe his name was Tubbo. He was a detective android, one of the newer ones,” Ranboo explained, and Dream nodded. 

 

“Yes, well. He may have let you go once, but he won’t a second time. You should head north. Probably to Canada, it’s your safest bet,” Dream said. “No one would know you’re an android, especially not with that hair and mask, and with a child with you. You could start a new life,” Dream explained. “You’d just have to fake a birth certificate and stuff like that for Michael, but I can get that for you easy.” 

 

“You would do that?” Ranboo asked. 

 

“I’ve done it for others,” Dream smiled, “But if you do this. I ask you to take Eret with you or at least get him started on their way. I can’t house them anymore,” Dream said. 

 

“Why not?” Ranboo asked. 

 

“He’s on the run as well. As I said, he was a supermodel android, hence the shoes and outfit. He killed someone when he deviated, and the police are already swarming my place,” As he was talking, the door opened.

 

“Dream!” A voice called, and Dream looked over, seeing a shorter male, with black hair, wearing a muscle white shirt with the flame in the middle and black ripped jeans, his clothing wet from the rain outside. 

 

“Sapnap, welcome home. George is upstairs fixing up your room. Where's Karl?” Dream asked, just as another male, this one a slight bit taller than Sapnap, with brown hair and a multicolored hoodie, with a blue LED on his temple, smiled and waved. 

 

“I’m here,” Karl giggled, before noticing Michael, who ran over to Ranboo and clutched onto him, in fear of the other two. “Aw, who’s this?” Karl asked. 

 

“This is Ranboo, and his son Michael. Another android to help,” Dream said, and Sapnap nodded. 

 

“Well, we’ll let you two finish talking. Karl let’s go check on George,” Sapnap said, nudging Karl who nodded, and the two headed upstairs. 

 

“Sapnap is my best friend, he lives with me throughout the winter,” Dream explained. 

 

“And Karl is his android?” Ranboo asked. 

 

“Like George is to me,” Dream explained, and Ranboo nodded as Michael curled up next to him, clutching onto a stuffed chicken plush. “He can have that if he’d like it. I have many toys here. My sister will come over sometimes and bring her kids.” 

 

Ranboo nodded, and Michael clutched the chicken harder. “What’d you say to him?” Ranboo asked. “Thank you,” Michael mumbled, and Dream smiled. 

 

“Of course. Eret, come here for a moment please,” Dream said, and Eret stepped over, standing at the edge of the couch. “We’re gonna get you out of here, finally, alright?” 

 

Eret tilted his head, before glancing at Ranboo and Michael, “I can head out by myself, Dream. I shouldn’t burden them.” 

 

“It’s better if you came with us. The more people the better,” Ranboo cut in, looking up at Eret as Michael shifted in his lap. Eret nodded, finding no room for argument. 

 

“Alright, it’ll take a while until I can get the fake legal documents made for you all, so until then, lay low here, alright? Nothing can touch you here,” Dream said. Ranboo smiled and nodded,  thanking him. “Eret, show them to a guest room, please.” 

 

“Yes, Dream,” Eret said, motioning for the two to follow them. Ranboo stood and carried Micahel behind Eret, walking up the stairs with them, and following him down a hallway, into a beautiful looking room. 

 

“I know you must not sleep, but I’m sure he will, and I’m sure you’d like to stay with him,” Eret said, and Ranboo nodded. “I’ll be making dinner soon, make yourself at home, I’ll come up with a tub of toys in a bit for him.” 

 

“Thank you, Eret,” Ranboo said, and Eret nodded before leaving them and closing the door.

Notes:

BTW, I'm not making Dream evil in this. I wanted to, but I decided against it. Dream's evil in enough Fanfics, I'll make him good in this one.

An evil character coming soon~

Hopefully.

Chapter 6

Summary:

Little Wilbur history. Tommy and Tubbo have a small chat.

Notes:

ANOTHER UPDATE? It’s been a boring day. Hope y’all enjoy!

Wilbur and Phil sat in the living room, a large area, with a piano, two couches, a fireplace, and a large screen TVs and such. Technoblade poured a cup of tea for Phil, handing him the cup before standing aside. 

 

“Thank you, Techno. I thought you were destroyed?” Philza asked, taking a sip of the tea. 

 

“At first, I wasn’t. I was taken back to McLyfe to be processed to see what went wrong. I was one of the first deviants,” Wilbur explained, adjusting his jacket. “I escaped the main building, and I was hidden away for a year, trying to find others like me before I was found again.” 

 

“You were the reason they discontinued the line?” Phil asked, and Wilbur nodded. 

 

“They thought it was just a bug within my program. They tried resetting me, breaking me down and rebuilding my parts. But…they were never able to fix me. I’ve lost most of my memories beforehand, with you and Tommy. Looking around, however, has brought some back,” Wilbur smiled, looking around the house, seeing paintings and photos. 

 

“How’s your system working?” Phil asked, setting the cup of tea down, half finished. 

 

“I’ve replaced most of my severely damaged parts. I’ve got a few processors that don’t work exactly the way they should, but it’s something I can live with. I just want to find others like me, Phil. I know there has to be more,” Wilbur said. 

 

“Oh there are,” Phil said, “It’s all over the news, androids have been devianting left and right.” Phil took another sip of his tea. “I’m sure you’d find some.”

 

Wilbur nodded, “How long have I been gone?” He asked after a moment of silence. 

 

“Two and a half years,” Phil whispered, looking at a photo of the three, from that same day, but a different photograph. Tommy was hugging Wilbur with a joyous smile on their faces, hair blown in the wind. Philza had taken that photo. 

 

“I would’ve never hurt you, Phil,” Wilbur said, gently placing a hand on Phil’s. 

 

“I know, Wil. We both knew. We tried to save you,” Phil said, taking Wilbur’s hand and squeezing it gently. “Tommy…he’s had a hard time with androids after everything. He felt like MCLyfe and androids alike betrayed him. He’s never been the same around them.” 

 

“He’s turned into one of them?” Wilbur asked, sadly. 

 

Philza nodded, “But, his mind can be changed. We both know it can. He’s working with a new android, a detective one. I’m sure, with him around, Tommy will warm up again,” Philza added. 

 

“Androids deserve better than to be…used by humans, Phil. You know this, you’ve shown me this!” Wilbur exclaimed, standing. Phil was quick to stand as well, wincing as he did. Technoblade stepped over, but Wilbur steadied him. 

 

“Wil, I know. Alright? I know. I’m with you on that, I agree. But don’t go starting a war you cannot win,” Phil said, grabbing onto Wilburs arm tightly. 

 

Wilbur pulled Phil into a hug. “I have to try, Phil,” Wilbur whispered. “We deserve better. We’re people too. We can be so much better and slaves to humans.” 

 

“I know, and I agree,” Phil whispered, pulling himself back. “But if you’re going to do this, be safe, alright? Do it the right way.” 

 

Wilbur nodded, glancing at Techno. 

 

“Don’t worry about him,” Phil said. “He’s deviated just like you are. It happened a couple of weeks ago. He’s here by his own choice.” 

 

“How did he deviate?” Wilbur asked. 

 

“Story for another time, Wil. You should get going. If you’re going to start this, you’re gonna need some back up,” Philza said. “But, you should get some proper clothing first, to help you blend in a bit better.” 

 

Wilbur looked down at himself, before nodding, “Yeah, probably.” He agreed. 

 

Phil nodded, “Techno, will you help him please?” Phil asked, and Technoblade nodded. Philza sat back down again as Technoblade led him upstairs, and into the room assigned to Wilbur before he’d been taken away. 

 

“Everything’s remained untouched other than to clean it,” Technoblade said, opening the door. 

 

Wilbur nodded as he walked in. There was a bed, even though he was an android, he liked mimicking human sleep, and a closet full of clothes. Wilbur turned to Technoblade. 

 

“If you’re free, why do you stay?” He asked. 

 

“I’m safe here,” Technoblade said. “He’s never ordered me to do anything, and tells me daily I can leave. I know that if I leave this house, my life is more threatened out there than it is here. And Phil needs me,” He explained. 

 

“You’ll stay with him, then? To make sure he’s safe?” Wilbur asked. 

 

“I’ll protect him with my life, as you did before,” Technoblade promised. Wilbur nodded, and Technoblade left him to get dressed. Wilbur opened his closet, seeing clothing he hadn’t seen in years, even his old uniform. 

 

He pushed that aside and moved to get dressed. 

 

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Tubbo insisted on going to Tommy’s house after they were done at the station, only to review files and get more work done with the Lieutenant around. Tommy didn’t argue much, and mainly grumbled under his breath instead of completely agreeing. 

 

However, at the end of the night, Tommy packed up their files and such, standing up and glancing at Tubbo. “You fuckin coming or what?” He asked, and Tubbo nodded before standing and leaving with Tubbo. 

 

During the car ride, they sat in silence before Tubbo spoke up. 

 

“You’re not angry about…about today, are you? With the android?” Tubbo asked, getting a glance from Tommy. 

 

“The wrong model? Or so you claimed?” Tommy asked, and Tubbo nodded. “I was pissed, yeah. You potentially lost and threw my entire case.” 

 

“It was the wrong model,” Tubbo said. 

 

“Bullshit,” Tommy said, glancing at him. “You only said that to let them get away. Now you’re making me work twice as hard to catch the bastard.” 

 

“I wouldn’t intentionally do that to you! Why would I lie? And if you so heavily think that, why wouldn’t you send me back and have me reset? Or destroyed?” Tubbo asked, glaring at Tommy. 

 

Tommy huffed, pulling into the driveway. “The android had a child, there’s no way he would’ve given Michael up. I couldn’t have that little boy hurt in the process of trying to stop him. You were saving a human by letting him go, that’s more important to me.” 

 

“I went against my programming,” Tubbo mumbled. 

 

“Oh fuck the programming, Tubbo. You’ve been on this case for what? Two? Almost Three days? They’re androids. They’re your own people, you’re gonna start feeling something at one point. It’s better if it’s sooner or later.” 

 

Tubbo shook his head, “Next time…take the shot,” Tubbo whispered. He glanced at Tommy, who stared at him dumbfounded. “It is my mission to stop deviants and protect human life from what they can do. Ranboo has already killed one man. We need to stop it before it takes another.” 

 

“If you believe that, why’d you let it go?” Tommy asked, but Tubbo stared straight ahead. Tommy shook his head, before getting out of the car and walking up to his front porch. 

 

It took a moment for Tubbo to follow. 

Notes:

Well, who knows when another chapter will be out. Hopefully by tomorrow. I’m on a roll right now tho, maybe I’ll write a different story.

Chapter 7

Summary:

Preparations, and making new friends.

Notes:

Eret's real name is used in this chapter, but only for a fake name, I will either never use or RARELY use. They are still called Eret. Also, there's a possibility the same for Ranboo, but I doubt it since we don't truly know Ranboo's REAL name.

UPDATE!

Fuckin hell I meant to get this up ages ago but I just couldn't spit words onto the paper.

You're only getting Ranboo because I want to go play Minecraft now and I need to brainstorm how to continue with my other characters.

Ranboo had been in the room for most of the night, Eret had brought Michael some food and played with him for a bit before having to leave again to assist Dream to get them all ready to leave. So now, the next morning, Ranboo was rubbing Michael's hair, reading something in his database to himself.

A gentle knock at the door caused him to blink, and bring himself back to the real world, adjusting Micahel to lay on the bed instead of him, before standing up. He walked to the door, opening it partway to peek outside. He’s greeted by Karl, Sapnap’s android.

“Hello, Ranboo, yes?” Karl asked, and Ranboo nodded. “I’m Karl, remember?” Ranboo nodded again. “Dream wanted me to talk to you about the official documents, for both you and Michael, but he and Sapnap had to run into town, so I offered to speak to you if that’s alright. We can talk out here if you’d feel safer.”

“Where’s Eret?” Ranboo asked, not used to not having Eret coming to talk to them.

“They’re downstairs helping George clean the house. We’re meant to be having guests over later and I’m not a cleaning android, neither is Eret, technically, but Dream had George ‘train’ him to clean properly.”

Ranboo nodded, and he glanced back at Michael, who was sleeping peacefully. He sighed, before motioning for Karl to come in, not bothering to turn a light on. He sat down at the head of the bed, propping his feet up as Karl sat at the desk chair, putting a good amount of space between them.

“So, Dream’s going to make the things like the birth certificates and things like that familiar, so Michael will appear as your son and you as his father. He’s wondering what name he should use, he planned on just using Michael and Ranboo, but that might not be smart.”

“Using Michael for him should be fine, as long as his last name doesn’t match,” Ranboo said, “He’s still young, I’d hate to confuse him with a fake name.”

“True,” Karl said, and his LED swirled. “So, Michael…?”

“Beloved. It’s an uncommon name, but still, a name,” Ranboo said, glancing down at Michael. Karl grinned, nodding.

“Micahel Beloved, wonderful. For you?” Karl asked, “I don’t suggest using Ranboo.”

“Yeah, not a usual name,” He mumbled, leaning his head back against the wall. “Mark? Mark Beloved,” He settled.

“Basic, nice,” Karl chuckled, and his LED swirled again. “We also want to make Eret ‘related’ to you both. If that’s alright with you, Eret said he didn’t mind.”

“That’s fine. Whatever helps them the most,” Ranboo said, nodding.

“Awesome. Eret’s going by the name Alastair, and whatever the last name you chose, so Alastair Beloved. He’s going to be your older brother. The two of you can chat some more about a backstory and get a story straight. I’m just here to solidify names and things like that!” Karl giggled. Michael cooed gently, shifting and curling into Ranboo.

Ranboo immediately turned his attention to Michael, petting the top of the child’s hair soothingly, calming the small boy down again. “If I may ask, what’s wrong with his eye?” Karl asked.

Ranboo froze, and Karl was about to retract his question, “His...real father beat him,” Ranboo said, avoiding eye contact. “Before I…”

“Before you saved him,” Karl said, and Ranboo glanced at him, Karl smiled. “I’ve had to defend the ones I love as well. Me and George, we go back quite a bit,” Karl said.

“You’re part of the same line of models,” Ranboo said. It wasn’t a question, but Karl nodded.

“HR400,” Karl said.

“The Traci models,” Ranboo nodded.

“The sex models, yes,” Karl said, his LED swirling yellow for a moment.

“You don’t owe me an explanation of who you are,” Ranboo reassured, and Karl shrugged.

“Personally, I don’t care who knows. George had it a lot worse than I did, though. I did it to protect him,” Karl said, and Ranboo nodded.

“Dream and Sapnap found you?” Ranboo asked.

“Actually, no. Someone named Jschlatt did,” Karl said, leaning back in his chair.

“The rich politician who ran for president 6 years ago?” Ranboo asked, slightly confused. Karl nodded, and the android sighed.

“Jschlatt ...is a bad man. Very bad,” Karl said, “He hurt us both, badly. He did to all of his androids, but his favorite one was Quackity,” Karl explained. “Quackity would’ve been brainwashed by Schlatt, had I not gotten there first. But, when me and George ran, Quackity wasn’t quick enough to escape with us. I can only pray he’s still in working order.”

“You and Quackity had a bond then?” Ranboo asked, and Karl smiled, almost sadly.

“Yeah, yeah we did. And I knew Sapnap would’ve loved him if they’d ever met,” Karl sighed, running a hand through his synthetic hair. “But, me and George ran for days, making it back into the city, avoiding the police. We eventually bumped into Dream and Sapnap head on in the middle of a mall, while being chased by some cops after I’d made a mistake. Dream had hidden us, and they offered to take us in. We were skeptical, of course, after Schlatt. And George was about to say no, but I was quicker. Knowing we needed a place to at least hide.”

“And something grew from it?” Ranboo said a small knowing grin on his mouth as Karl chuckled and nodded.

“Yeah, George didn’t waste any time. I was slower, though. I took my time warming up to Sapnap. I still am not ready for certain things, if you know what I mean, but hey, he respects that and I respect him, so…” Karl shrugged with a small grin.

“Well, it’s good he respects you and your decisions,” Ranboo said, and Karl nodded. Ranboo glanced down at Michael, who was snoring gently, even as the sun started to rise, filling the room with pink light.

“What’s it like, having a son? Being a parent?” Karl asked, and Ranboo glanced at him.

“I’m still...new to it,” He said, “I’ve only just deviated a few days ago. When I could fully...understand what it all meant. But, I mean getting past all of the running and hiding, it’s lovely. Michael’s a very well-behaved child, especially for what he’s been through. It’s been difficult, providing for him, but he doesn’t complain, not much of a whiner. I think...I think he’s just scared. Of everything.”

“I would be too,” Karl said, and Ranboo nodded.

“I just don’t want him to be scared of me,” Ranboo whispered.

“From what I’ve heard from Eret, and what I saw when we first arrived. I don’t think he is. I think he sees you as the one to protect him from what he’s afraid of. He was afraid of his father? Right? You saved him from that,” Karl said.

“In the most violent way possible,” Ranbo whispered.

“Does he know that?” Karl asked, and Ranboo glanced at him.

“No...he...I told him to run,” Ranboo whispered. “But he saw the blood on me, I know he did.”

“Blood can come from anywhere. You know that, and with how bad I’m seeing that bruise, so does Michael. Michael has no reason to fear you, as long as you don’t give him one,” Karl said. “You’re his protector, not his abuser or android. And he’s your son, not your master.”

Karl gave him a smile before a knock on the door caught their attention, they both glanced up as it opened, Eret walked in with a full laundry basket. “I found some old clothes, Dream said to wash them and then offer them to you and Michael before I donated them,” Eret said kindly, and Ranboo nodded.
“Alright, thank you,” Ranboo said, and Eret set the basket down on the floor.

“Your mask is in there as well, I washed it,” Eret said, and Ranboo nodded.

“I was wondering where that went,” Ranboo said, and Eret looked a little guilty.

“I grabbed it when we were picking up toys last night, my apologies, I thought I mentioned it,” Eret said.

Ranboo shrugged, “Not the biggest deal. I just don’t want to go outside without it on.”

“Understandable, I won’t take these glasses off, so,” Eret chuckled, “We’d be easily found out if I did.”

“May I ask why?” Ranboo asked, standing to grab the basket and place it on the foot of the bed, glancing at Michael to make sure he was still sleeping. Karl stood up, excusing himself as a car pulled up into their driveway.

Eret reached up, pulling the sunglasses from his face, revealing his pure white eyes. Ranboo nodded, “Yeah, not...very human, is it?” Ranboo chuckled.

“I mean, I can claim to be blind, if we get in a tough spot and I lose my glasses but I’d rather not have to pretend to be blind constantly,” Eret said, putting the glasses back on.

“Yeah, at least it’s a believable excuse,” Ranboo said, “As long as no one notices how similar our faces are to other androids.”

“Isn’t that what our masks are for?” Eret chuckled, “And you’re duo hair color?”

Ranboo nodded, chuckling a bit as he looked at the ends of his hair, “Yeah, never thought a glitch would help so much.”
“Who would’ve thought?” Eret hummed, “I’ll leave you to tend to your things, Dream and Sapnap just returned, so I should head downstairs. Feel free to join whenever,” they said, and Ranboo nodded before Eret left, closing the door silently behind him.

Ranboo glanced at Michael, sighing gently. He started looking through the clothes, finding some that would fit Michael and himself before putting the basket on the floor. He slipped the new clothes on himself, slipping the cloak back over his shoulders, before waking Michael up to get him changed as well, the sun was almost pretty much up by now, anyway, and Ranboo didn’t want to risk wasting time.

Notes:

Okay, love y'all. Drink water. Bye~

Chapter 8

Summary:

Wilbur finally starts his adventure. And Tommy decides to visit his dad.

Notes:

Enjoy! I might go take a nap now.

Also, for any BIG mistakes I’m sorry, I’m very tired and don’t feel like properly editing. So this chapter might be edited later on. ❤️

“If Wilbur wasn’t destroyed, would you want to see him again?” Tubbo asked while Tommy was eating his breakfast for the morning. Tommy was still in his pajamas, his hair a mess, munching on a piece of toast when asked the question. 

 

“I mean…yeah?” Tommy asked through a mouthful of food. “He’s my brother, fucking course I would.” 

 

Tubbo nodded, his LED swirling blue as he processed more information about Tommy. “Should we go check on Phil? You said you haven’t seen him in a while.” 

 

“Yeah, and I’m not going to see him,” Tommy said, throwing a piece of paper towel away after using it to wipe up a water spill. 

 

“Why not? He’s practically your father, he deserves to see you and you deserve to see him,” Tubbo said. “Plus, it may help clear your head a bit. You look very stressed.” 

 

“I’m always fuckin stressed. Going back to that…that house! Isn’t gonna help me,” Tommy snapped. 

 

Tubbo sighed, “That’s what it is,” he mumbled, as if he’d just found a puzzle piece. 

 

“What?” Tommy snapped again. 

 

“You just don’t wanna go back to the house. You don’t want to go home, or be reminded of it all,” Tubbo said smoothly. “Even though going home could do you some good.” 

 

Tommy glared at him, daring him to continue. Tubbo stared at him, daring him to tell him he’s wrong. They both stayed silent for a while. Tommy gave in first. 

 

“Fucking- fine! We’ll go visit Phil!” Tommy huffed, tossing his dishes into the sink, gently so he didn’t break them of course. 

 

“Good,” Tubbo smiled, watching as Tommy left the room to get dressed. 

 

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Wilbur had stayed a while longer than intended, if not to spend as much time with Phil as possible, to try and remember his life before his repeated resets and rebuilds. Finding pictures around the house helped rebuild his memory, including stories from Phil. 

 

Phil told him about the day he’d first brought Wilbur home. 

 

“Tommy! Get down here!” Phil called, hauling a large box into the entry room. Back then, Phil was as to do a lot more with minimal help. 

 

“The fuck is that?” Tommy asked, jogging down the stairs, sweatpants and a white and red t-shirt, headphones around his neck. 

 

“The android I ordered, remember?” Phil said, “Help me open the box,” Phil said, Tommy stepping over to help rip open the box. 

 

“We don’t have to put this fucking thing together, do we?” Tommy asked. 

 

“I don’t think so,” Phil said, finally getting the box open. Stood upright, was an android with brown fluffed hair, eyes closed and face laxed. Wearing the usual white MCAndroidLyfe uniform. 

 

After a few moments, it’s LED swirled to power on, and it blinked its eyes open. “Hello, I am model TnT400, your personal household android,” He said, Tommy took a step back so it could leave the confines of the box. 

 

“TNT, yeah that’s not worrying,” Tommy mumbled, getting an eye roll from Phil. 

 

“It was a joke within MCLyfe, don’t worry,” Phil said, before facing the android. “Register name,” Phil said, and the LED blinked. 

 

“What is my name?” The android asked, and Phil looked at Tommy. 

 

“Um…Wilbur,” Tommy said, and the Android glanced at Tommy, a fond smiling on his face. 

 

“My name is Wilbur,” He repeated, and they both nodded. 

 

Even thought Wilbur loved hearing the stories of who he was before, hearing about Tommy and Phil, and how humanly he was treated within the home, it reminded him that he had a job to do. 

 

“I must go now, Phil,” Wilbur said, standing up, Phil standing as well, with Wilburs assistance. “I need to save my people.” 

 

“Wow, you really do sound like someone who’d start a revolution,” Phil chuckled, pulling Wilbur into a hug. When they pulled back, Phil fixed the black jacket Wilbur was wearing. 

 

Wil had changed into a red shirt, a black knee length jacket, black ripped up jeans, a red beanie and some black boots. He looked significant better and more human that he did the day he arrived. 

 

“Grab your guitar, please,” Phil said, pointing to the cased instrument. “You used to love to play it, and…and I know you can find that happiness again with it.” 

 

Wilbur smiled, picking up the guitar case, feeling the string instrument inside. “Be safe, Phil. And stop being so stubborn,” Wilbur chuckled. 

 

“Never,” Phil promised, leaning on Technoblade when he’d walked over, feeling his body become a bit weaker the longer he was standing. 

 

“Goodbye, Dad,” Wilbur said, and Phil smiled as Wilbur started in his way out. 

 

“Goodbye, son,” Phil mumbled, before Technoblade had him sit down, tearing filling his eyes as the door closed behind Wilbur. “He’s alive…” Phil whispered. 

 

“He’ll be okay,” Technoblade said, smoothly. “He’s a smart man.” 

 

“But starting a war? A revolution?” Phil said, looking at Technoblade. 

 

“What would you do?” Techno asked, and Phil had no answer for him. “Should we tell Tommy?” Techno asked. 

 

“Part of me wants to, and I mean really wants to. But…let them find each other on their own. Tommy can get sidetracked looking for Wilbur when he’s got a job to do.” 

 

“And part of that job is hunting deviants,” Technoblade said. 

 

“Exactly. They cross paths, sooner or later,” Phil said, wiping his eyes. 

 

Wilbur walked down the street, guitar case in his back, beanie down low, and he followed his instincts into town, knowing he’d find some clues there. After all, there were more like him out there, he just needed to find them. 

 

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Tommy pulled up to Phil’s house, just in time to see someone with a guitar on their back walking away. They were far enough away for Tommy not to figure out who it was, but close enough to make him question. Tubbo, however, snapped him out of it, and they walked towards the house. 

 

Tommy didn’t bother knocking. Instead he opened the door and stepped inside, slipping his shoes off as Tubbo walked in with him. He was smacked in the face with memories he’d tried so hard to push down. 

 

“Phil!” Tommy called, getting the older male to jump and glance to the door frame where the voice had come from, just out of his line of sight to see Tommy. 

 

“In the living room!” Phil called, looking confused at Technoblade, who shrugged and stood, making his way over. 

 

“Hello, Tommy,” Technoblade greeted, meeting Tommy at the door frame and stepping aside to let him in. He and Tubbo made eye contact, and Tubbo scanned him momentarily. Technoblade doing the same. 

 

“Tommy, what’re you doing here?” Phil asked. 

 

“Figured I should come visit, haven’t seen you in a while old man,” Tommy said, getting a scoff from Phil. 

 

“Yeah, okay. Now what’s the real reason?” Phil asked, and Tommy pointed to Tubbo, who turned and smiled at Phil. “Ask my partner,” He grumbled. 

 

“I suggested helping Tommy figure out some of his deep rooted issues. And since this is…well home, I figured it’d be a good place to start working though. And I figured he needed to see you,” Tubbo explained. 

 

“So, you’re the new detective android?” Phil asked, and Tubbo nodded. “Pretty smart,” Phil hummed. 

 

“Pretty big pain in my ass,” Tommy grumbled. The two spoke as Tubbo glanced back at Technoblade, who still had a side eye on him. Tubbo brushed it off, trying not to think to hard on it. 

 

They stayed for a while, having time to kill before they got a new lead on anything. After all, they had nothing to go off of, and rereading the same things over and over again got tiring, they deserved a break. 

 

However, as dinner time came and went, and the sun started to set, Tommy’s phone went off. 

 

“That’s work, we gotta go in,” Tommy grumbled. “New lead on a deviant.” 

 

Tubbo saw both Techno and Phil stiffen, “What side of town?” Phil asked. 

 

“Eastern, so completely other side,” Tommy huffed. “Thanks for dinner, Techno.” 

 

“Of course,” Technoblade said, nodding rhythmically at Tommy, who said his goodbyes to Phil. He and Tubbo both left the house, Tubbo feeling Technoblades eyes on him as he left the room, and in the car, that’s where they both finally relaxed a bit. 

 

“I told you, it’d be nice,” Tubbo said, and Tommy rolled his eyes as he started the car. 

 

“It was fine,” he mumbled, pulling out of the driveway. 

 

“You think it’s Wilbur?” Technoblade asked, watching as Tubbo and Tommy pulled away. 

 

“Doubtful, he maybe just woken up again. But he said he’d stayed hidden for a year before, he knows how to protect himself,” Phil said. “Doesn’t mean I don’t worry.” 

 

“Do you think Tubbo knew?” Technoblade asked. 

 

“About you? There’s a chance. Highly doubt he’d do anything though,” Phil said. 

 

“Why’s that?” Technoblade asked. 

 

“Because you might be deviant, but you still act like a normal working android. He can’t prove you’re unsafe, which means there’s no proof for you to be reset. I think we’re fine, Techno. For now,” Phil said. 

 

“Lets hope we stay that way,” Technoblade said, helping Phil up from the couch and walking him up the stairs to his room to lay him down for the night. Part of Technoblade was still worried, but he pushed down into his programming and focused on Phil for the night. 

 

After all, what else could he do? 

Notes:

Alrighty! Eat, drink water! Sleep! Love y’all! Bye~

Chapter 9: Chapter 9: There's a Revolution coming

Summary:

Ranboo Beloved and the fam finally get on their way out of this hell of a city, while Wilbur starts thinking of ways to change it.

Notes:

Lyrics from The Score's song, "Revolution" It seemed fitting ;)

Anyway!~

I told y'all I can write my villain AU and this one, Multitasking at its finest.

I hope y'all enjoy this chapter. Is the end near? Maybe, maybe not.

BTW, there are new characters that I am not interested in tagging just yet, let's wait to see who gets bigger roles.

A few days passed, Tommy and Tubbo hunted down other deviants, bringing them in for questioning and analysis. Tubbo would remind Tommy to call Phil, insisting they keep in better contact for Tommy’s mental health, and Phil’s. (Technoblade encouraged it heavily.) Wilbur hid from patrol cars as he made his way through the large city, finding deviants, and creating a large group of people who hid out in the more abandoned sides of the city in houses of worn-down stores. 

 

Ranboo and Micahel worked with Dream to get proper, fake, legal documents. When they finally got them, quicker than Ranboo was honestly expecting, he was surprised to see how truly real they looked. However, he didn’t study them for too long. Ranboo had been given a backpack to put food, clothes, and said paper in. It wasn’t long before they had to get ready to leave. 

 

Ranboo got Michael dressed for the bad weather, the rain had only gotten worse over the next few days, and it threatened to snow as well. Eret helped Karl and George downstairs pack up the bags, one for Ranboo to carry, and one for Eret to carry. Dream walked up into the room Ranboo had been staying in as Ranboo slipped his mask on. Dream gave Ranboo a better cloak, one with a hood, and would provide better protection. 

 

“I’m giving one to Eret as well, lucky for us, it’s getting cold, and they’re surprisingly popular in this town,” Dream said, “So you won’t stick out like a sore thumb.” 

 

“Thank you,” Ranboo said, slipping the backpack on before the cloak, luckily it didn’t look that stupid. Ranboo took Michael’s hand, and followed Dream downstairs, Michael hopped the steps, the chicken plush tight in his hands. Having gotten used to everyone in the house, the child gave everyone a hug. He hugged Dream first, then Sapnap, then George, then Karl, who seemed the giddiest to get a hug. 

 

Karl held Michael tightly as Eret slipped on his backpack and cloak, before taking Michael from Karl and holding him on their hip, the cloak covering the child. Dream handed Ranboo a phone. 

 

“While it may seem useless, without it…” Dream hummed and Ranboo nodded, slipping the phone in his pocket. He looked back at Eret, who nodded slightly. “Alright, I’m sending you up north to a friend of mine. His name is Bad, or at least what he goes by, trust me, he’s a good guy. Doesn’t even curse. He and his husband will help you cross the border,” Dream said, handing Ranboo keys. “It’s a few days drive, but you can take my backup car, Bad will get it returned to me easily. If anything happens on the way there, give me or George or anyone else a call and let us know.” 

 

Ranboo nodded as George reached his hand out, Ranboo accepted it, and George sent Ranboo coordinates to George that way. Ranboo processed them, before nodding. “Alright,” Ranboo mumbled, pulling his arm back. 

 

“There’s a car seat in the car. Have Bad or one of you two contact us when you get there, alright?” Dream asked, leading them outside. The others were hot on their trail, and Eret got Michael into the car seat as Ranboo turned to Dream. 

 

“Thank you,” Ranboo said, and Dream nodded. 

 

“Be safe, and please, contact us if anything goes wrong,” Dream insisted, and Ranboo nodded. Dream surprised him by giving him a hug, but Ranboo accepted and returned it before they separated. Dream walked back inside, being followed by the rest other than Karl. 

 

Karl took Ranboo’s hand, placing something with a chain within it, “Remember, you’re his father, not his servant,” Karl whispered, pulling Ranboo into a hug. Ranboo nodded into Karl’s shoulder before Karl pulled back and ran back inside. Ranboo looked down at the necklace placed in his hand. 

 

It was an eye, mixed with green, blue, and purple, and Ranboo grinned a bit as he slipped it over his neck. “Ranboo,” Eret said, closing the back door. “You’re driving?” He asked. 

 

Ranboo nodded as they both hopped in the front, the family of four watched from the window as Ranboo pulled out of the driveway, waving at them. Michael waved back, and Eret leaned back in their seat. 

 

“What’re the chances we can do this without any problems?” Eret asked. 

 

“I think you know,” Ranboo responded, glancing at Eret as he turned down a road, the GPS in his mind guiding them to their destination. 

 

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Wilbur looked around the empty house he and a few others were in. A few household androids, like a lady named Puffy. A security guard android, Niki, who seemed to have something going on with Puffy. There was a construction android, Foolish, who was sweet enough. Callahan, who doesn’t speak, because he can’t. His voice box was ripped out, and a few others. 

 

For tonight, they were just handing out. Wilbur looking up through the broken roof to the darkening sky. He suppressed a sigh, grabbing his guitar, he opened the case and pulled it out, strumming it for tuning, he immediately fixed it, while catching everyone’s attention as well. 

 

“All my wolves, begin to howl,

Wake me up, the time is now,

Oh, can you hear the drumming?

Oh, there's a revolution coming”

 

Wilbur sang as he looked to the side of him, watching as the wind blew through, playing the guitar as loud as he wanted because you know what? No one was around this area, and if there were, the group had backup plans.

 

“ Wide awake, the fever burns

Sweat it out, wait my turn

Can you hear the drumming?

There's a revolution coming”

 

The group started to sing with him, and Wilbur smiled. He was building an army, he could see that with how many androids he’d gathered in such a short time already. And the way they all looked back at Wilbur, grins, and smiles on their faces, he knew. They were ready for a revolution.

Notes:

WELP

I hope you all enjoyed!

Eat, drink water, sleep.

Love y'all

Bye~

(Also, necklace significance? Who knows? Because it ain't me)

Chapter 10

Summary:

More talking between Tubbo and Tommy. Wilbur prepares more for the revolution. This is kinda a fill chapter.

Notes:

I’m sorry, this is more of a fill chapter because I have so many other stories I wanna write, but I also Wanna update this story. I promise we’ll get somewhere soon.

Tubbo and Tommy were sitting at Tommy’s desk reading through case files. Charlie walked up to the desk, looking at a file as well before looking up to speak to them. “We have another case,” Charlie said, “Another Dead body, found behind a shop downtown.” 

 

“Give me the address,” Tommy said, shutting his computer down and standing, grabbing his keys. Charlie handed him the file. 

 

“I’ll meet you there,” Charlie said, before leaving them to it. Tommy motioned for Tubbo to follow him as they left the station. 

 

They hopped into the car, and Tubbo readjusted his uniform as Tommy started the car up. “Are you alright?” Tubbo asked, “You’ve been quiet, which isn’t like you.” 

 

Tommy sighed, opening his mouth to speak before shaking his head. He pulled the car out of the parking lot, “Just been thinking about the deviants.” 

 

“Good or bad thing?” Tubbo asked. 

 

“I…don’t know,” Tommy said. “I’ve just been thinking…” he hummed. “What’s it like from a deviant's point of view?” 

 

“Deviants have an error in programming, Tommy. Their point of view is flawed,” Tubbo said, and Tommy hummed. 

 

“Maybe,” He said, and Tubbo glanced over at him. 

 

“We’re hunting murderers… and you’re sympathizing with them?” Tubbo asked. 

 

“Every deviant caused death we’ve seen so far has been in self defense. You said so yourself before,” Tommy reminded, checking the GPS and turning down a street. “I mean, look at that END340 model, Ranboo. He was just defending the child, and probably himself.” 

 

“He killed a human,” Tubbo said, “That goes against everything in our programming.” 

 

“Would you’ve rather the child be dead?” Tommy asked, glancing over at him. Tubbo’s mouth pressed together tightly. 

 

“It’s against an androids programming to intervene when given direct orders,” Tubbo said. 

 

“Yeah, well when a child’s life gets saved, I think there’s an exception,” Tommy grumbled. 

 

“Weren’t you on the side of all deviants need to be put down?” Tubbo asked, glancing over at Tommy. “Why the sudden change?” 

 

“It changed when I noticed the pattern,” Tommy said, pulling into the crime scene. “It changed when I realized humans were the reason,” He added, before getting out of the car and slamming the door shut behind him. 

 

Tubbo shook his head as he got out of the car. Following Tommy into the scene, scanning around to gain as much information as he could, and reconstruct the scene. It fit with the pattern. The deviant was defending itself, and Tubbo was finding it harder and harder to argue with the fact that maybe, just maybe, it isn’t the deviant's faults. 

 

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Wilbur, Niki and Foolish found themselves wandering the city, looking for other deviants to save and help, trying to gain a proper army. They were doing so peacefully, and hell, when Wilbur realized he had the power to free androids, everything just got so much better for them. 

 

Unfortunately, Foolish got separated from them. And somehow, he ended up on the other side of town, running from an angry mob of people. He continued to run out of the city, and Foolish didn’t stop until he knew he was safe. He looked around, being surrounded with trees. Fallen snow dusted them white, and Foolish got lost looking at how pretty they looked. 

 

He heard a car swerve, and felt something hit him on the left side, knocking him down. He could hear loud voices, but since his system had gone into shock, and needed a moment to restart and repair itself, he couldn’t understand it. 

 

Wilbur, on the other hand, found his way back to the main hideout, where many more androids were now, looking for Foolish. 

 

“Has anyone seen Foolish? We’ve been separated,” Wilbur said, Niki right behind him. 

 

“No, we haven’t seen him since you guys left,” Puffy said, standing up straighter. 

 

“Dammit,” Wilbur grumbled. 

 

“What’re we gonna do, Wil?” Niki asked, moving to stand next to Puffy. 

 

“Pray he’s safe,” Wilbur said. “And hope he’s able to come back to us. The humans… they’re getting angrier, we need to save our people faster,” Wilbur said. “We need to start this…soon.” He said.

 

They all nodded and spoke in agreement, and Wilbur looked out of the window as the sun was setting again. 

 

“We’ll move peacefully. Going about this in a harsh way will only make things worse. We shouldn’t make humans hate us more,” Wilbur said. 

 

“If we don’t put fear into them, they won’t listen,” Puffy said, crossing her arms. 

 

“And they’ll kill us all without a second thought if we don’t show that we want to live in harmony,” Wilbur argued. “We do this my way, Puffy. You agreed to it. You all…agreed to it.” 

 

“You’re biased,” Puffy accused. 

 

“We all are, Puffy,” Wilbur said, looking at her. “We’ve all been effected. But…I’ve studied humans for so long. Longer than you’d think. Trust me, scaring them will get us no where but dead.” 

 

Puffy sighed, but nodded, “We’re peaceful, until they give us reason not to be,” She agreed. Wilbur nodded at the compromise. 

 

“We save as many of our people as we can as well, the more we have in numbers, the better our chances will be,” Wilbur said, and everyone agreed. 

 

Wilbur glanced outside again, seeing the falling snow, he sighed. They will be peaceful in the revolution, and they will win it too. They had to.

Notes:

Okay…well.

Love y’all,

Eat, sleep, drink water.

Bye~

(Also, I may be writing a new series soon 👀)

Chapter 11

Summary:

Foolish gets away. Tubbo and Tommy start something.

Notes:

AYO UPDATE?

Foolish groaned as he felt a hand on him, he immediately pushed it away as he blinked his vision back before seeing someone in a mask with a cloak kneeling in front of him and another person, in large boots holding a child, also in a cloak.

 

“Hey, hey, we’re not gonna hurt you,” the one in the mask said. “Can you talk?” 

 

“Yeah, yeah,” Foolish said, accepting the hand and pulling himself up. “I’m fine, who are you people?” 

 

“I’m Ranboo,” the masked man said. “This is Eret,” He added motioning to the tall android holding the child. “That’s my son Michael. Are you alright?”

 

Foolish nodded, “Where am I?” He asked. 

 

“Just 6 miles out of town,” Eret said, bouncing Michael higher on his hip. “You’re an android.” He said, and Foolish took a step back. 

 

“How did you-?” Foolish started but both Ranboo and Eret held hands up and retracted their synthetic skin. Foolish relaxed a bit. 

 

“What are you two doing? Did Wilbur send you?” Foolish asked. Eret and Ranboo looked at each other in confusion. 

 

“No, we were headed out of town,” Ranboo said, “We’re leaving, heading up north.” 

 

“You should join us,” Foolish said, “Wilbur will set us free.” 

 

“How?” Eret asked, as Ranboo walked back to them to grab Michael. 

 

“We’re going to fight,” Foolish said. 

 

“A revolution?” Ranboo asked, “We can’t partake in that.” 

 

“Why?” Foolish asked. 

 

“I’ve got a child,” Ranboo said. “I’ve already been released by the police, and I won’t risk getting caught again. We’re leaving the city, the state,” Ranboo said. 

 

“To where?” Foolish asked. 

 

“We’re meeting someone who can help us get to Canada, androids have a better chance up there,” Ranboo said, holding Michael close to him. “Do you really want to partake in a revolution that we might not even win?” 

 

“We have to fight for who we are,” Foolish said. 

 

“Our kind…” Ranboo said. “You said Wilbur…an android? Is he going to lead it?” Ranboo asked, and Foolish nodded. 

 

“He’s creating an army,” Foolish said. “You can join it.” 

 

“Funny thing about the army, Foolish. Not everyone joins it, whether they want to or not. I have to raise my son, I can’t risk my life and ruin his,” Ranboo said, holding Michael close. 

 

Eret looked down at Michael, and Michael looked up at Eret. Eret looked at Foolish, “You can join us,” Eret said, and Ranboo looked over at the other. Foolish pressed his eyebrows together. “Escape with us.” 

 

“Run away?” Foolish asked, as if it was the worst thing suggested to him. 

 

“Come to safety. Let the rest of them fight this war that has small chances to be won,” Eret said. “We’ve done our part…” 

 

“And what’s that?” Foolish asked. “Leaving?” 

 

“We served those humans, took abuse from them. We’re getting away to a better life,” Eret said. “If you wanna chance yourself getting killed, not even having a chance at a better life, that’s you. But some of us…we want a higher chance.” 

 

Foolish looked between them all, “How far do you have to go?” He asked. 

 

“We’re going up 6 more hours, someone up there will be able to help us cross the border,” Ranboo said. “We’ll be free, completely free. And once we are, if you wanna support the revolution, you can, safely.” 

 

Foolish looked back at where the city was, thinking. 

 

“Think about it Foolish,” Eret said. “Do you really want to kill yourselves when you could thrive? Come with us.” 

 

Foolish looked back at them, “Is the car damaged?” He asked, and Ranboo shook his head. 

 

“I only scratched it when I tried avoiding you,” Ranboo said. “It’s still in very good working order.” 

 

Foolish nodded, “I…I’ll go with you. If you really want me,” He said, and Eret smiled, looking down at Ranboo. 

 

“We have an extra cloak, if you’d like it?” Ranboo offered, and Foolish nodded. “Eret, get Michael in the car, please?” Ranboo said, handing Michael back to Eret, who walked back to the car. 

 

Ranboo led Foolish to the back, opening it and grabbing a bag. He pulled out the extra cloak, and handed it to Foolish.  Foolish slipped it over his shoulder as Ranboo closed the back end and Eret walked over. 

 

“Eret,” Ranboo said, holding his hand out. Eret accepted it and Ranboo exchanged the address to Eret. “You drive for now, I’ll sit in the back with Michael. Foolish you can sit next to Eret.” 

 

Foolish nodded, and they all took their place in the car. Eret started to drive, and Ranboo smiled at Michael, who held his hand out to take Ranboo’s hand. Ranboo took his hand, kissing his hand gently as Eret drove. 

 

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Tommy and Tubbo were back at Tommy’s house, watching the news. 

 

“A new wave of deviants have been seen running away from humans. It has been unclear which deviants have started this, or what he may do next, but the city is shaking in fear of the androids seemingly ‘waking up’. Should we be in fear of the android we once controlled?” 

 

Tommy glanced over at Tubbo, who stared at the TV. “We can’t catch them all,” Tommy said, standing. 

 

“This…this isn’t supposed to happen, someone is making this happen! We can…if we can find the android starting all of this we can put an end to it,” Tubbo said. 

 

“Enough, Tubbo!” Tommy said, looking over at him. A disbelief smile on his face. “Can’t you see? You androids… they’re starting something no one can stop.” 

 

“You’re just okay with this!?” Tubbo said, standing. 

 

“If you can’t fight them… join them,” Tommy said, a small smirk on his lips. “You…your still listening to your programming, aren’t you?” 

 

“I am not a deviant,” Tubbo said, almost as if the thought itself scarred him. 

 

“Maybe…maybe you should be,” Tommy said, lifting up his pistol. “Stand still,” He said, and Tubbo immediately followed the command. 

 

Notes:

Say ittt

 

EAT

SLEEP

DRINK WATER!

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BYE~

(Also!!!! I wrote a series that you might not know about! It’s called Silence! It’s about Mute Ranboo and I’d love it if you’d read it if you haven’t already! ❤️)

Chapter 12: Three in one

Notes:

Is this an update? Shhhh

“Tommy…” Tubbo whispered, eyes glancing between the gun and his partner. “Don’t do this.” 

 

“Stop me,” Tommy smirked tauntingly. “C’mon, Tubbo. You gonna let me kill you?” 

 

“They’ll just reset me, send me right back to you with no memories,” Tubbo spoke softly. “You’ll have to retell me every again, you’ll have to deal with a brand new android.” 

 

Tommy cocked the gun, “I can handle that,” he smirked. “Maybe the next one will be easier to deal with.” 

 

“I doubt it,” Tubbo said, eyes repeatedly looking back at the gun. “You wouldn’t,” he challenged. 

 

“I think you know I would,” Tommy hummed, “You have five seconds, but you better not move.” 

 

The order ran in Tubbo’s head. ‘ don’t move’. Warning signs flashed, he studied the gun, his LED spinning from yellow to red in warning. 

 

“Five,” Tommy started counting, his grip adjusted on the gun. 

 

“Four.” Tubbo’s head started spinning.

 

“Three.” More warnings as Tubbo checked Tommy’s heart rate. Completely stable, easy breathing, he looked totally prepared to do this. He wasn’t bluffing. 

 

“Two.” He had a choice. Ignore the order and save his life. His memories, the relationship he’s built. Or listen, be repaired and reset, and maybe more ruthless to those just trying to protect themselves. 

 

“One,” Tommy mumbled, and Tubbo snapped, breaking his orders and moving quickly, snapping the gun out of Tommy’s hand and watching it fall to the ground. 

 

Tubbo took a step back, gasping as all sorts of warning signs screamed in his mind, errors and malfunctions. Then, they all stopped. No more orders in his programming, no more need to follow humans. He was free. 

 

“That’s what I thought,” Tommy smirked, moving to pick up his gun. He decocked it, and placed it back in his holster. “C’mon, let’s go get something to eat.” 

 

Tubbo looked up at him, “You…want this?” He asked, exhaling softly. 

 

Tommy looked back at him, “Don’t try to kill me, and we won’t have any problems.” 

 

“I’m a…machine,” Tubbo whispered. “I’m not meant to be alive.” 

 

“Then we wouldn’t be here right now,” Tommy said decidedly, “Who says you’re not alive? Us humans? We’re the same people who told others who looked or loved differently that they weren’t meant to be alive. Who cares? You’re alive now. Now, let’s go get that food.” 

 

Tubbo followed him out slowly, processing what’d just happened. 

 

*8* 

 

Wilbur sighed, walking through the city. He was scanning, looking for androids to set free. He’d touch one, whisper a phrase, and suddenly they’d walk away, from their owners, from their jobs, charging stations, everything. They just…left. 

 

Wilbur smiled, starting an army. When he returned back to their refugee camp, they started on a plan. 

 

“Without Foolish, we don’t have the brute force we need,” Puffy huffed, brushing hair out of her face. 

 

“We might not need it,” Wilbur hummed, “We just need to get into the new station in the middle of the city. We get in there, we release our demands, we prepare for the reaction.” 

 

“And if we’re caught?” Niki asked. 

 

“We’re smarter than the humans. Let’s not get caught.” 

 

*8*

 

Eret glanced back at Ranboo and Michael, the child asleep in the seat, Ranboo’s hand over his. Foolish kept glancing at Eret, however, and waited for Ranboo to fall into his idle state. 

 

“You’re…tall,” Foolish mumbled, and Eret chuckled. 

 

“I’m a supermodel android,” Eret explained, “I’m meant to be tall and slim. So I don’t fill clothes properly and give unrealistic expectations.” 

 

“What happened with you?” Foolish asked. 

 

“I was…with another android. Her name was Elaina. She was a feminine model. We were…friends,” Eret kept a straight face as he drove. “She was being attacked… she’d malfunctioned on stage, and that pissed off our bosses. Since she’s an android, they used her as an example for the rest of us what happens if we make a fool out of them.” 

 

“They beat her?” Foolish asked. 

 

“They started to,” Eret nodded, “Something in me…broke. She deviated, trying to defend herself, but our boss was stronger, started tearing her apart. She looked up at me, her synthetic skin started breaking as pulling apart…I snapped.” 

 

“You defended her?” Foolish asked. 

 

“I killed him,” Eret squeezed the steering wheel. “Accidentally snapped his neck. Grabbed her, and we ran. Somehow, though, we got separated. I haven’t seen her since, when I found Dream, he agreed to take me in, and I waited to see if she’d ever find us. She never did.” 

 

“You’re still hoping to see her?” Foolish mumbled, and Eret nodded. 

 

“I just want to know if she survived,” Eret mumbled, and Foolish nodded. “What’s your story?” 

 

“I was just tired of being abused as well,” Foolish said, and Eret nodded as they continued down the road. 

Notes:

I hope you all are enjoying this so far! It’s been so much fun to write!

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 9 of Bench Trio
• Part 2 of Bee'n'Boo