maybe he was a bit crazy. he’d hear things, he’d hear some voices. it gave him headaches and migraines. it always hurt. but when he was at home. when he was with you or with michael he was safe. he was happy, he didn’t hear anything. just your angelic voice or the giggles of his son playing with his toys.

ranboos head had been hurting all day. he’d made the slow walk back to snowchester where he knew you’d be waiting for him. it was pretty late so he wasn’t suprised if you where asleep. he opened the large doors and walked up the grand staircase and walked to the bedroom where he saw you. laying down with a note next to you saying ‘tried to stay up for you, sorry my love.’ with a little doodle of you two kissing in the corner.

“heh..” he’d mumble with a smile before getting changed and getting into bed. all the pain he’d felt, vanished. without a trace.