A/N This was a shower thought. Don't mind me.

This doesn't revolve around death but I didn't want to make a whole other book so here we are. This does have major character death though.

PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS ALL.

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Marius and Christopher were the reincarnations of Tommy and Tubbo.

From the moment they were born, people knew. They looked exactly like the pictures on the walls. They were both troublesome children, Marius loving the plates just as Tommy did, and Christopher having a queer admiration of bees.

Hence, they were the stars of the city.

Ranbob hated them with all his heart. The way everyone turned to them whenever they passed by, greeting them with respect and envy, the way all the other kids wanted to hang out with them. Ranbob was the descendant of the city's founder, Ranboo — no one cared about him, even though he was technically the city leader now that his father had died. They all looked towards Marius and Christopher, always the pair. They always got the most attention, they got the most gifts and blessings, and all those Tommy and Tubbo worshippers flocking over to them whenever they stepped foot outside of their houses. Ranbob would never admit it, but he was deathly jealous of them.

"It's not fair!" Ranbob lamented to his best friend, Peter, one day. "I'm the city leader! Not them!"

"Technically, you aren't, at least not yet. Until you turn eighteen, the city council rules Mizu."

Ranbob glared at him. "Well, it doesn't matter. I'm still a direct descendant of Ranboo, they should look at me!"

"Chill out, 'bob. When we're older, everyone will probably have forgotten about them."

"I don't care. They're jerks who flaunt their status everywhere. They don't deserve all of this!"

"Have you ever talked to them?" Peter asked, raising an eyebrow.

"... No."

"Then how do you know that they're jerks? Try to get close to them personally and then judge. Besides, your dream is to be a historian, right? Then try to get info out of them."

Peter had a good point. Immediately, Ranbob ran to the two, who were having the time of their lives in the town center, eating and drinking with their entourage.

"Uh, hi-"

Marius looked at him and frowned. "Who are you?" he asked, cutting apart some fish to eat.

"I'm Ranboo. I-I mean, I'm not Ranboo, I'm Ranbob. The city leader?" He half-wished that they recognized him.

"Hm. Never heard of you." Marius looked away from him disinterestedly.

"... My great-great-great-grandfather is Ranboo, the traitor?"

"Whatever."

"Come on, Marius, we gotta go! My mom said to be home by nine!" Christopher complained.

"My mom. Now stop bothering me," Marius shot. He shot Ranbob a glare and ran off, Christopher following closely behind.

Ranbob concluded that he thought Marius was a pinhead.

-

Ranbob ignored the two for the next few years. For a while, they did whatever they wanted and Ranbob kept to himself. He did glare at them as they passed him in the winding streets of Mizu, but they paid him no mind.

Then, something ridiculous happened.

After a long day at school (Ranbob loved learning about his ancestor Ranboo!), Ranbob walked home, counting how much homework he had in his head.

That's when Marius came up to him, Christopher tagging along, as always.

"Hey, Ranboob!" Marius greeted. Ranbob bit his lip, turning away.

"Ranboob, Marius and I wondered if-"

"Stop calling me that. I'm not Ranboob."

"Apologies," Marius said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "Hello, Ranbob. We wanted to hang out with you!"

Ranbob was taken aback. "Hang... Out?"

"Yeah! Can we follow you into your home?"

Ranbob was very suspicious, but he couldn't pass up the chance to get close with the two and possibly share some of their glory. "Sure, follow me."

They trudged to his shoddy home, stopping for a moment as a pufferfish passed by them. Christopher wanted to catch it, but Marius restrained his friend, telling him that they had things to do.

When they arrived, the duo immediately started judging it.

"Ugh, this place looks like someone s*** on it." Marius poked through the door and cringed.

"Yea!" Christopher agreed. "It does!"

Ranbob resisted the urge to give Marius a punch to the face and unlocked the door, allowing them to walk in. Marius immediately started jumping on his bed and Christopher sat on his table, examining the wood.

"You like the table?" he asked.

Christopher nodded.

"I bought it myself. I love studying on it. They made it out of scraps of the wood our ancestors used to create Tubbo's L'manberg." Ranbob grinned. "It's very special. One day, I'll be able to explore all the ruins of the past. L'manberg, The Castle, everything! Once I'm the best historian in the world, of course!"

A small smile broke on Christopher's usually apathetic face. "You must love history, huh?"

"Yeah! It's my life's purpose."

"That's good." And he said nothing else.

"I need to go to the bathroom. Be right back. Don't touch anything." Ranbob sauntered into his bathroom and, almost immediately, he heard a banging sound.

He ignored it, waiting a couple of minutes before heading back-

Marius and Christopher were hauling his table out of the door.

"HEY!" he shouted. "What are you doing?"

"None of your business!" Christopher shouted back.

"Yeah! This is our table now!"

"It's mine!" Ranbob yelled, running to the table and trying to pull it back. "Why are you stealing my table?!"

"Can't steal it if it's ours." Marius shrugged, a blue halo forming around his shimmering blonde hair where the sunlight filtered through the ocean.

"It's not yours! It's my table!"

"It's ours. Stop trying to take our stuff," Marius retorted. "You're a thief!"

"What? No, it's mine-"

"You have the entire house! Why are you being so petty about one little table? Just buy a new one!"

"But-"

But Christopher had slammed the door behind them and Ranbob was left speechless, standing in his home in pure shock. Their audacity to take something that was his without warning, especially when he had just expressed his attachment to it? That table was the only thing he owned that he was proud of. He had spent so much time working for money to get this one table, a symbol of his fondness for the past. But then those two... Gremlins had taken it without a second thought.

Ranbob would never trust them again.

-

"Your table is so pretty, Marius!"

"I love your new table!"

"Where did you get it? You're so awesome, Marius!"

"This is so cool, I want to get a table just like Marius'!"

Ranbob sat alone in the corner, his eyes trained on his history textbook while listening to everyone around him gush about Marius and Christopher's new table.

"My mom told me she's getting me a table just like theirs!"

"That's so cool, Peter! I wish I could get one. My mom just wants me to be the perfect George worshipper and learn all about him. What is there even to study? I want to be a Tommy worshipper now!"

"Me too!"

"Too bad we can't change who we worship."

He clenched his fists as Marius and Christopher walked by, greeting their fans with warmth.

"Thank you so much, guys!" Christopher gushed. "It's made from the ruins of L'manberg itself!"

"Oh, stop treating us like we're anything special. It's just a table." Marius waved everyone away and they obediently scattered, running back to their places and chatting as if nothing had happened.

Ranbob wished he had that kind of power.

"Hey, everyone!" he yelled. The entire room turned to him. "I'm Ranbob, and I'm turning eighteen today! That means I'm your new city leader!"

Everyone looked at him blankly.

Really? Not even a "Happy Birthday"?

Ranbob continued. "For my first decree, I'm making it so that Marius does not own his table anymore! Please hand it over to your authority!"

There was a deafening silence.

"Marius, give me your table!"

Marius rolled his eyes, his arms crossed. "No way. Do you even believe this guy? He's just trying to take our table away from us!"

Shouts ran across the city, people shaking their heads and turning away from him.

Rage coursed through Ranbob's veins, giving the golden duo looks of pure contempt. Yet they paid him no mind, accepting the attention graciously.

One day, they would pay for what they had done to them.

-

Ranbob was no longer the de jure leader of The City of Mizu.

Marius was.

The children were now grown adults, each serving their purpose in the bustling city.

The fresh marble glowed with an ethereal light in Mizu's city-wide hospital, Ranbob sitting impatiently on a leather chair.

The doctor opened the door, shuffling his files as he walked in. Ranbob glared at him.

"So? Give me a diagnosis. I need to get back to work."

"I'm sorry... What's your name? Ryan? Richard?"

"Ranbob." Pure venom spat out of Ranbob's mouth.

"Of course, Ranbob. We've diagnosed you with moderate amnesia, we're going to have to conduct further tests, but-"

"Amnesia? I can't have amnesia! I need to-"

"There's nothing we can do about it. I suggest you keep a memory book of some sort. It could help. If you have any questions, feel free to head over to our pharmacy. We have several herbs picked by his majesty, Marius, himself! This is a limited-time offer as his greatness only provided us with around fifty different extracts made from premium seaweeds and urchins, so it would cost-"

"I'm not buying anything that fool has touched," Ranbob growled, standing up. "Is there nothing you can do?"

"I'm afraid not, sir, but if you would like the herbs, we're having a sale-"

"I don't want any herbs!" Ranbob yelled out, walking away. He slammed the door on the doctor's face, his face red.

Only to be met by none other than Marius himself. Christopher was thankfully nowhere to be found.

The king smirked maliciously.

"How much did you hear?!" Ranbob demanded.

"Enough." Marius leaned against the wall casually, as if he were a model. "Enough to know that our little Ranboob here has memory problems."

"I swear, by the end of this, I'll-"

"You'll what?" Marius prompted. "Kill me? I have over seventy guards who would protect and avenge me if anything were to happen. They'll make your life a living h***, surely. How does prison sound for you, since this is the sixteenth time you've threatened my life so far?"

He counted?

Ranbob, as much as he hated to, lowered his eyes and muttered: "Yes, your majesty."

"If you as much as lay a finger on me or Christopher again, you'll get what you deserve. Do you understand me?"

I deserve to punch you to death right here and now. But Ranbob only nodded.

"Good." Marius smirked, lazily picking himself up and flouncing away, confidence radiating off of him. "Let's see how you fare when everyone's mocking you for forgetting the alphabet."

"But I know the alphabet! You can't just spread lies-"

"Who's stopping me? I have the credentials. I have the proof." Marius turned back to him, about to turn the corner. His baby blue eyes glinted with a sick, sick joy that made Ranbob want to puke. He turned away, disappearing around the corner before Ranbob could take out his crossbow and shoot him.

Ranbob wanted to see him fall to the ground, he wanted to see his blood on the floor so, so bad. He wanted Marius to get what he deserved for treating him as some kind of lesser for his entire life. What did Ranbob ever do to him? What did he do to deserve this torment?

He knew it was just a matter of time before this arrogant king got what was coming for him.

-

"I've found a breakthrough!"

Ranbob rushed into the pavilion of historians, desperate, his left hand raised, holding several pages of notes.

"What is it?" Christopher asked curiously. Ranbob thanked the gods that Marius wasn't here. Christopher was at least bearable.

"My team, after two whole years of study, found several traces of uranium in the ruins of Snowchester, and after further inspection, we found remnants of nuclear-testing sites and launchers. We've come to an educated guess that our ancestors harbored nuclear weapons in Snowchester!"

He glanced at Christopher, hoping for a reaction, but he was dead silent, his expression emotionless.

"We don't even know if this 'Snowchester' even existed," a senior historian complained. Her red hair seemed to turn brown with disapproval. "How could they possibly even find out the secrets of nuclear energy if they didn't even have radios or lightbulbs back then?"

"We have to remember, their times were full of violence and war. It would make sense that they prioritized the development of weapons over anything else."

"I don't believe it!"

"My team has run hundreds of tests over the past year, I can assure you-"

"Ranbob is wholly incorrect."

Christopher's voice was like a remote control, immediately shutting off all conversation. All eyes laid on him.

"What?!" Ranbob took a step back, like a hurt puppy who was now facing his abuser. "You can't possibly-"

"Have you forgotten that you're speaking of my time?" Christopher's eyes closed and then opened, scowling at Ranbob's pleading form. "I can think and think and I cannot recall any such nation named "Snowchester". Therefore, your theories are incorrect."

"You're a reincarnation, not a ghost! It's not surprising if you forgot something-"

"I suggest you shut up right now, Ranboob, or else I will fire you from the Board of Historians."

"Christopher, you know me! I've been dreaming my entire life to be an elite historian, you can't just-"

"You're lucky I even convinced Marius to let you in," Christopher cut in. "What will he say when he hears that the incompetent Ranbob is making fictitious tales of the past? You're a historian, Ranbob. Not a storyteller."

"This is my dream, Christopher! You know how much being a historian means to me! I just found some information, and I wanted to share-"

"Alright. You leave me no choice. Ranbob, I officially fire you from the Board of Historians. I now relieve you of all duties until further notice."

"W-what?" Ranbob's heart dropped.

"You heard me! Get out!"

"B-but-"

"Get out! Now!"

Ranbob stopped, biting back tears as he clutched the pieces of paper in his hand tightly. He didn't want to let go... He didn't want to let go... He didn't want to let go of all of his hard work, his dream that he had been planning since childhood. He didn't want to let go of all the years of training and study that had led up to this moment...

"Ranbob, I gave you an order!"

He grew red, throwing down his precious notes. The crumpled pieces floated down to the floor like wilting flowers, dead, hopeless. "Alright then! That's how you want to play this?! I resign! I resign and you can't do anything about it! How d'you like that!? You happy now?!"

Christopher was silent, his face still threateningly emotionless as Ranbob stormed out of the room, his hopes and dreams shattered.

Just like that.

-

Die. They would all die.

Mizu was once a place of sanctuary, a place where like-minded individuals thrived in the study of history and the past.

People would flock to the city, admiring the culture of worshippers and idols and the emphasis on learning the past and their ancestors' journeys.

Ranbob had once called this beautiful underwater city home, but not anymore.

This was not home.

With Marius king and supreme ruler, this would never be home.

And so he swore that he would be the city's downfall.

He started simple. A bit of poison here, a bit of fish genocide there. Soon, the city was starving as supplies quickly ran out, its primary source of food and trade gone.

Ranbob loved the look on Marius's face when the king found out that someone had meddled with the fish. He had looked his way, but there was no concrete evidence that Ranbob had done anything.

Ranbob had forgotten the ordeal soon, anyway.

Next, with Mizu's population down half its original size, Marius had no choice but to hire Ranbob as a diplomat for Mizu and the neighboring Subbin Empire. It was very easy to incite war, he found out, as a few well-aimed insults were all he needed for Emperor Porkius to destroy half of Mizu's infrastructure. The city went on a lockdown, blocking all escape routes and entrances, effectively locking all its citizens in.

Ranbob forgot his time as a diplomat in only three days.

The remaining doctors told him that his memory was getting worse. Ranbob, in a fit of rage, had killed them.

When Marius and Christopher found out, it was too late. The once-bustling city was now a ghost town with a grand total of ten people.

It took another four days to hunt the last people down. Ranbob loved to feel the screams of his victims as he snapped their necks or put a sword through their chests. The suffering that he inflicted on those who had ruined his life.

He wanted to see them all suffer for what they had done to him.

Bloodstained glass. Bones scattered across the floor. Ranbob kept Marius and Christopher for last, even though the two idiots were easily seen trying to sneak around the city.

Even the shiniest person on earth could hide better than them. Although it wasn't much of a stretch, was it?

He found them at the tree dome, huddled next to each other in fear. Marius was comforting Christopher, telling him that it was all going to be alright and that he would protect him.

Ever the hero, huh?

"It's your turn, now," Ranbob said.

The duo turned to him, fear in their eyes as they backed up against the wall, their arms held up in surrender.

"Go on! Tell me you're sorry and that you regret everything! I want to see you begging on your knees!"

Marius glared at him and pulled out his sword, slashing at him as Ranbob laughed, flinging the sword from his hand easily and pressing the sword against Marius' neck.

"Your glory was undeserved. You're quite pitiful in fighting."

"Y-you monster!" Christopher croaked out.

"I'm the monster? Have you ever considered how I felt when you stole my table? Or how you ridiculed me for most of my life? Have you ever thought about how I felt when you destroyed my life?"

"Yeah, but you didn't have to kill everyone," Marius said nonchalantly.

"No, I didn't. But I wanted to. They were too far gone into your lies, anyway."

"They weren't lies!"

"I can kill you right now, you best not make me mad."

"Oh, I'll make you mad alright, I'll-"

"Marius!" Christopher grabbed his best friend's arm and pulled him away. "Calm down!"

Marius glowered at Ranbob, and all he could do was laugh at their helplessness.

"How does it feel to be hated, your majesty?" he mocked. "How does it feel to lose everything you once loved?"

"I swear-"

"You swear nothing!" Pure glee entered Ranbob's eyes. "I'll kill you slowly, so you suffer each and every second so that you'll understand what I had to go through every second of my life!"

With that, Ranbob thrust his sword into Marius' leg and he cried out as he tripped him, Marius' chin landing on the floor with a loud thump.

"You ready to feel the pain you put me through?"

Fire entered the reincarnation's eyes. "You know nothing."

"Oh, I know exactly what you are. You're a self-absorbed narcissist who only cares about himself."

Ranbob struck Marius' other leg, and he cackled again, Marius' body writhing in pain.

"Spoiled brat. You never knew true pain. I bet you're so surprised at what the world really is: pain, suffering, injustice. That's how you treated me!"

"Mercy, Ranbob! Mercy, please!" Christopher pleaded.

"Did you ever show me mercy when you ruined all my dreams of becoming a historian?"

"That was different, Ranbob! I had no choice!"

"You had a choice. You two always had all the power to do anything you wanted. But you chose the worst choices possible."

Ranbob tore apart Marius' back with one swift slice, not enough to puncture an organ but enough to bleed. Marius screamed again and Christopher ran to his friend, tears running through his face as he whispered comforting words to him, stroking his friend's face.

A golden glow suddenly emerged from the contact and for a second it covered the duo in golden light like angels, glory and power emitting from every part of their divine bodies.

But then it faded. Yet something had changed.

Something shifted in Christopher's eyes, and Marius looked different too, like the pain meant nothing to him. Christopher wiped the tears and a small smile emerged on his face. "Tommy?"

"Tubbo."

They laughed, blood spurting out of Marius' mouth.

"Man, can't believe this weirdo is Ranboo's grandson," Marius joked. His golden hair and blue eyes seemed to shine brighter than ever.

"I know. Imagine Ranboo's face when he finds out his descendant killed everyone in his city!"

"He probably already knows!"

Christopher gasped. "Does that mean that I'm technically Ranbob's great-great-great-grandfather too? Since Ranboo was my-"

"Tubbo!" Marius tried to smack him playfully, but the simple action drained his energy and he laid back down, his chest heaving up and down. "You wanna go a third time?" Marius muttered. Christopher gathered his best friend in his arms and Marius sighed in content.

"A third time? Would they let us?"

"They need us to cause havoc, Tubs. They won't resist!"

Christopher's eyes lit up. "And we can convince them to get Ranboo along with us, too! Imagine us three messing up the server centuries after our deaths!"

"Yeah, all we did was kill a city here. Bit boring, if you ask me."

"Yeah, considering I nuked half the server last time, this pales in comparison."

"The nukes were real!" Ranbob swung his sword threateningly. The two friends rolled their eyes. "Y-you ruined my life for nothing!"

"Yeah, whatever."

Rage. Spite. Fury. That's all Ranbob felt at the moment. "Am I just a tool to you?! A toy?"

"As much as I'd like to tell you the truth of what happened-" Christopher - Tubbo? - grimaced. "-since you guys got all of it... Very wrong, I have a feeling our time here is growing short, if we remember everything. Kill us!"

"Oh, I will," Ranbob cackled. "You will both suffer."

"Right..." Marius was growing weaker by the second, his eyelids struggling to keep open. Christopher let go of his friend and approached Ranbob with a welcoming smile.

"Can't wait to tell Ranboo about you. He'd be so disappointed."

"HE'D BE PROUD THAT I MURDERED YOU!"

"Nah."

Ranbob yelled out a battle cry as he plunged his sword into Christopher's heart and both boys smiled as one fell to the floor, motionless.

Marius was slowly losing consciousness too, his blue eyes trained on Ranbob. He gave him a weak smile.

"I don't regret anything," he said finally. Ranbob glared at him.

"Just die!"

"I'm trying. It's harder than you expect. Maybe a sword to the chest can quicken it, aye?"

He couldn't pass up that chance. Ranbob struck his sworn enemy and he stiffened, falling limp on the floor, blood pooling around the two boys.

Mizu was gone, the people who had tormented him his whole life disappeared just like that.

And Ranbob loved every minute of it.

-

Ranbob waited with a gleam in his eyes, hungry for more blood.

He watched as the four fishermen dropped down from the ladder, oblivious and naïve. He was going to have a lot of fun tonight.

"Hello, I thought I heard something! It's been so long!"

"You look very dapper!"

"I've been so lonely."

"Oh, I'm sorry. We're just fishermen around this area! My name's Issac, what's your name?"

Ranbob smiled, shaking the man's hand. "Ranbob."