Ranboo heard about the festival. Everyone had. He paced around his room, thinking. He knew a few people that had been there, but he didn't know who could've done it, and who was affected. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he took it out. 'Do you swear you'll stay forever, even if my face don't stay together?' And then, a few seconds later, a picture. Tubbo was lying in a hospital bed, half of his face scarred and bloody. Ranboo put his phone away, teleporting to the hospital.