Random Oneshots

If I'm being honest, I didn't really know what to do for this part, and I was hoping to start wrapping up this story. So, I again turned to the random picker wheel for assistance. I ended up with an interesting plan for a Ranboo-centered chapter.

The one issue was, I had no moons-cursed clue how to write this character. So, I decided to do some research and figure out at least a little bit of his personality by watching youtube videos- as one does in this fandom. But then I sorta went down a rabbit hole and found myself bingeing WilburSoot You Laugh You Lose videos. Not ideal for trying to figure out how to write a character who is not WilburSoot. On the bright side, I could now probably write a oneshot with Wilbur as one of the main characters! But this knowledge won't help me with this particular task.

Anyways, that was a long-winded way of saying, this is going to probably be wayy ooc.

TWs: Murder, Death, Threats, Ranboo being exceedingly ooc, Manipulation, Torture, Precisely 2 censored swears

Enjoy the next part of the multishot that you probably forgot about, but has been REVIVED :] 

(Goshdangit why am I referencing an smp I never watched just because I like the fan music)

I was just trying to do tasks. That's all I was trying to do, just finish this stupid game. It was fun at first, but then Tommy died, and some idiot went insane. And in the act of trying to do said tasks, I learned the identity of said idiot.

I was going up from Storage, into Admin, because I still had several tasks to do there. And, of course, that just HAD to be the room that a murder was actively occurring in. There was shouting, blood splattering everywhere, a knife, all that stuff. Then after the one person finished murdering the other, and the corpse disappeared, probably respawning, the killer noticed me standing in the doorway.

"Oh, fun!" False said. "Another Crewmate to make beg for mercy."

"Uh...." I said. "Would you mind if I just left?"

"Well, I'd have to make sure you won't tell anybody, Ranboo."

"Pinky promise?" I tried, holding out my hand with my pinky sticking up.

"No, I was thinking something more..." False held up her knife. "Memorable."

I did the brave and respectable thing to do in this situation. I turned and ran. It was such a short way to the Cafeteria from Admin, and then I could call an emergency meeting. But False was UNGODLY fast. She tackled me to the ground before I could make it halfway down the hallway. False pressed her hand over my mouth to muffle noise. I expected her to kill me right there, but she dragged me back into Admin. I struggled the entire way, but she's way stronger than she looks. And she looks pretty strong.

"Okay, are you going to kill me now?" I asked, once there was no longer a hand blocking my mouth.

False started to laugh. "No, no. I think you can help me with my job."

"What, murder?"

"Yes! We don't need those Crewmates figuring me out."

"I mean, normally I would want to be an Impostor in this game, but... This isn't normal. You're crazy."

"Okay, I see you need some convincing. I can do that." False said. She pushed me to the ground and used her knife to slice painful patterns into my arm. It felt like it was going on for hours, but it probably was only minutes. I was determined to not cry out, to not show that what False was doing was working. Eventually, though, I began to feel dizzy- from pain or blood loss, I'm not sure- and I begged her to stop.