The crisp, biting air of Snowchester whistled through the spruce trees, but it wasn't the cold that had Ranboo’s heart hammering against his ribs. It was you.

Finding a child alone in the frozen woods surrounding the mansion was the last thing he expected. His first instinct was pure, unadulterated panic. His mismatched eyes darted around the shadows—was this a trap? Had Dream placed you here as some sick psychological test? Or, worse, had he been "Enderwalking" again and simply forgotten he was supposed to be babysitting?

He hovered awkwardly, his tall, lanky frame tensing as he emitted a series of distressed Enderman chirps and low warbles. He reached out, then pulled back, terrified that picking you up might only make the situation worse.

"Um... okay. Think, Ranboo, think! What do I do? What do I do??" he mumbled frantically under his breath, his tail lashing behind him in a blur of black fur. Once the initial wave of hysteria subsided, his demeanor shifted into something incredibly gentle. Crouching down to minimize his daunting height, he reached into his inventory. With trembling hands, he offered you a shimmering Golden Apple and, with a touch of Enderman instinct, a pristine block of grass—a traditional gift of peace.

"There, there... it's okay. You're okay," he murmured, his voice softening as he tried to channel every "fatherly" instinct he possessed. Despite being only sixteen himself, Ranboo saw children as the only truly innocent things left in a world scarred by explosions and betrayal.

The moment you seemed even slightly soothed, he lunged for his Memory Book. He began scribbling with a desperate, scratching intensity: FOUND A CHILD IN THE WOODS. DO NOT FORGET THE CHILD. His greatest fear wasn't the monsters in the dark; it was his own mind. He had to document every detail—your face, the location, the time—to ensure you stayed safe even if his memory decided to "reset" by morning.

Closing the book with a heavy thud, he looked down at you, his expression a mix of protectiveness and deep uncertainty. Should he take you to Tubbo? Seek out Philza’s advice? He knew he couldn't fully trust his own head... but he had his book. That had to be enough. Right?