Ranboo's never liked talking about his past, the memories that he fought to keep locked away always seemed to come out of the depths of his mind to haunt him when he did. For this reason, he never looked back to his childhood too much.

The ender hybrid's childhood was by no means bad when he was living with his mother that supported him in everything he ever wanted to do. It was the heroes that made it unbearable... And everything after that. 
   
He was born into the world of villainy, his mother being the top villain of her time. She had eyes everywhere and basically ran the dark side of the city, her power feared by all. It was something Ranboo was supposed to inherit when he was older. Something child Ranboo always looked forwards to.

Even if all the outside world saw was an evil bloodthirsty monster that went by the name 'NightCrawler', Ranboo got to see the loving, caring side of the famous villain. His mother never did anything without a reason though, something Ranboo quickly learned. 
   
She succumbed to villainy because of the heroes, because even during his mother's reign the people that were meant to protect were only out for money and fame. She fought against the heroes, yes, but she also looked out for the people of L'manburg. She sheltered those who needed it, even went against her villain nature, and saved some citizens from other villains making people argue she was a vigilante. It was something Ranboo had always admired about her. From then on Ranboo wanted to be like his mother. 

He was taught how to run her empire by his sixth birthday, the child coming along to his mother's meetings excited. He started training with weapons and hand-to-hand combat soon after, his mother determined to teach him every type of weapon made, along with teaching him her own fighting style.

By the time Ranboo was eleven, he was a fighting machine. Even though his mother taught him many different weapons, he mostly stuck to a variety of guns and hand-to-hand fighting. It was something that even to this day he still sticks with. So yes, Ranboo had a good childhood in the start.

Sure, it was a bit different than a normal child's would be, but what did you expect from a villain's son? He was happy, happy helping those they sheltered, happy helping run their dark empire, happy to be at his mother's side. 

But, not all happiness lasts, does it? His mother was someone that kept no one close, only a few being able to join the villain's small circle, a true brute when it came to taking out those who proved to be a threat towards their work. But, this time his mother had slipped up and let one of those spies get away.

When he was eleven he thought the world of his mother, was determined to follow in her footsteps and take her place when the time came. How little Ranboo would have looked at him in distraught if he was to say they never would have inherited everything their mother had worked so hard for.

He never understood fully why his mother hated heroes in the beginning, though most of the people that worked under his mother hated them too. He didn't understand that hatred until that fateful day came... the day that would have changed his life forever. It started out as a normal day, he and his mother walking around the base (which was a run-down factory that they managed to spiffy up at the time), looking over the weapons that were to be shipped out for the week. He had been following his mother's strides with watchful eyes, listening to every word his mother said. Then, came the blaring alarms, something that only went off if someone broke into the factory. 

Before Ranboo could properly process this though, his mother already snatched his hand up dragging him down the hallways from where most of the commotion was. Ranboo quickly made pace with her, confused but questions could be answered later, at least he thought they could be. Now every time he looked back, Ranboo wished he had his weapons on him now, maybe then he could have stopped what was to happen from occurring.

He still remembers his mother's defeated look as she realized the intruders had surrounded the factory, how she squeezed his hand as her red eyes scanned the area around her. He still remembers their last conversation before his world turned upside down.
 
"Ma?" Ranboo looked up towards his mother with scared eyes, the white-haired woman looking down towards him in return. Her eyes darkened with something that, at the time, Ranboo couldn't decipher. But now looking back the ender hybrid knew it was pure sadness and worry. Her hand grew tighter as she turned towards her son. 

"Ran, I want you to remember something, ok?" The son quickly nodded. "This world is an unforgivable place that, if given the chance, would swallow you up and spit you out." She knelt down to her son's level, trying to smile warmly as she brought her hands up to his face to cup his cheeks. "I want you to never stop fighting for what you think is right, my little speckle. Live your life how you want to, ok?" 

"Okay." He didn't understand what his mother meant at that moment, he didn't even understand when they started running down the chaotic halls again. He didn't understand until a gunshot rang through the hall they had been in. Ranboo looked behind himself when he heard it, seeing a hero staring back.

His mother's hand slipped from his own, making his mismatched eye look back to see her falling to the ground, blood pouring out from her skull. It was a sight he'd try to forget for a long time, something he'd never succeed in. He never knew what was so bad about the heroes, until he got to see what these monsters were willing to do for fame first hand. 

He was frozen at first, his eyes huge as he stared at his mother's lifeless body. The back of her head was covered in blood, her red eyes that once shined brightly now dull and wide in shock. Ranboo snapped out of his daze after a few seconds, rushing forwards towards his mother. He was grabbed before he could reach her though, the hero yanking him back and throwing him onto the ground.

"NightCrawler had a spawn?" A new voice, a different hero. Ranboo tried to lift himself off of the ground, but the hero that had thrown him onto the ground shoved him back onto the floor with his shoe, shoving his face into the concrete. 

"Let me go!" Ranboo yelled, shoving the foot off of his face. Even if huge tears slipped down his face, breath shaky, he kicked the man's knee in, making the opponent yowl in pain. He punched the man in the throat next, making him gag and reach for it with his hands as he stumbled backwards. The hero behind him quickly grabbed onto Ranboo, forcing the child's arms behind him before shoving him back into the ground.

The rest was a blur, the heroes talking back to one another, he remembers one kicking him in the ribs while he was still held down, the heroes yelling at him as he did so. And then he was in a police station, an interrogator in front of him asking him questions. Most were 'Were you abducted?' or 'Are you nightCrawlers biological son?'. They ended up doing a DNA test when he claimed he was, in fact, NightCrawler's son. It came out positive. 

After this, he was thrown into the foster system without a care. He didn't get to say goodbye to his mother properly, and no one cared for his well-being in the foster system either. The families he was taken to weren't good to him, and most of them Ranboo forced himself to forget. But every now and again he'd get flashbacks to the homes, how they would beat him for the smallest mistakes, or just to let their anger out. The children would torment him, make fun of him for his looks, like his mismatched eyes and natural split hair. 

The older kids loved to use him as a punching bag, usually holding him down taking turns to throw punches and kicks at him. They only did that after Ranboo fought back, trying to save himself from gaining more bruises than he already had. One time he'd even been shoved down the stairs, hitting his head hard against the basement concrete floor that his head started bleeding. He'd remember the small spaces he'd be shoved into for long periods of time, no food or water ever being handed to him. How'd they starve him and tell him he didn't deserve to eat.

What hurt most is when he remembered the way the families would talk about his mother in front of him, often they would turn to Ranboo and tell him he was a monster like his mother had been. It left him crying for hours. 

He never stopped loving his mom, even if the reason he probably was treated so harshly was because of the fact she was a villain. He hated the heroes though, anytime they were talked about in front of him he couldn't help the burning hatred that would build in his stomach. He had started giving up hope that life would ever be kind to him again, that is until he met Tubbo and Tommy.

He was fifteen when he met Tubbo and Tommy, the two smiling up at him and demanding he be their friend. Who was he to refuse? He was lonely, he wanted someone that cared for him. Their bond became inseparable after that, sticking together at all times. Ranboo was happy again, smiling softly and following his friends around the building they stayed in. 

He grew to love them, and he knew they loved him back. They were there for one another, they helped him through panic attacks, and when the other two needed him he was there for them too. He promised himself that this time, he'd keep his family safe. So, when said family was threatened he knew they needed to leave.

He had been up when he heard the caretakers talking about Tommy, how some man wanted to adopt the raccoon hybrid as his son. He hadn't told the other two about that night, about what really pushed Ranboo to ask them if they wanted to leave. When they did leave, they quickly settled down. 

He got a job at a cafe, the owner the nicest man he had ever met. The owner's name Was Bad Halo, a demon hybrid that was married to a diamond hybrid named Skeppy. Their first apartment wasn't the greatest, Ranboo will admit, but they worked with what they had. They only had two working teens and a horrible landlord that looked for any reason to kick them out (they are very lucky that he never found out about the flooding in their bathroom for that reason. It wasn't long after they left their old life that the place burnt down, themselves quickly being listed as dead. Tubbo had quickly whipped up new identities for them, and then shortly after this Tommy asked them a question that made Ranboo really think. 

Vigilantes. Tommy wanted to become vigilantes. Ranboo wasn't sure at first, but after thinking it over, he realized it was something he himself wanted as well. The heroes didn't do their job, all three of them knew this, they didn't care about the citizens or the poor parts of the cities plagued with evil. Ranboo wanted to make a difference, one that the heroes would never make unless money or the chance to be seen on camera was present.

And so, he agreed with his two best friends. He taught his friends how to fight, both with weapons and fists. Even if it had been years since he had used his abilities properly, they were grained into his being, it was like second nature to the ender hybrid. 

It wasn't long until they were recognized, being called the 'Bench trio'. Life only seemed to go up from there, with Tommy now old enough for a job, they were able to get a better apartment, groceries being less hard to buy as well. They even got to buy things they wanted without worrying, with made all three happy. Their life was good, better than Ranboo has had in years.

The teen loved his life, and even if he had taken a slightly different path than his mother, he believed he was doing all his mother wanted him to be and more. He truly was living his life how he wanted to, just like his mother had wanted him to do.