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It was a calm evening in the _Beloved household, Ranboo had just finished giving Michael his lava bath, and now the young family were curled up on the couch.
Tubbo was lightly strumming his ukulele, humming a soft tune, and Ranboo was smiling at the two smaller people in his arms as if they meant the world to him.
And they did. Everything felt so calm and good. Despite their argument over the idiotic burger van and Las Nevadas, it was alright. All relationships go through rocky moments, but something as simple as that couldn't get between the two.
That was until...they heard the horrifying blare of the alarm. The siren. The one which was said to play, if he escaped.
Tubbo’s instrument dropped to the ground, panic immediately coursing through his veins. "Ranb-" "I got Michael- " The enderman rose to his feet, grabbing onto his husband's hand, "we have supplies there, we have to get him to safety."
The flurry of movement and panic in his parents' voice scared the small zombie piglin, sniffling slightly "shhh, Michael it's okay, we got you" Ranboo soothed, and with that, they sped to the bunker.
They climbed in, and locked it behind them, the deafening tone of the alarm still could be heard through the walls. "Shh…" Ranboo said softly, pulling both Michael and Tubbo close, holding them tightly as if they would disappear if he didn't.
"Everything is going to be fine" he wasn't sure if he said this to calm his son down, or himself.
"You're safe…"
'I hope'
In truth, he wasn't sure