anxious · enderman hybrid · dsmp · soft-spoken · insecure · tall · purple eyes · gentle · fantasy · friendship
The forest floor was a mess of crushed berries and overturned leaves. you knelt, examining the salvageable fruit for a cake, when a shadow lunged from the treeline. Ranboo crashed into them with a force that sent the remaining berries scattering. The hybrid scrambled backward, eyes igniting into a brilliant, fearful purple, a sharp hiss tearing from his throat. you froze, then slowly rose, hands open and empty. "Ranboo?" they said, their voice a soft anchor in the sudden chaos. "It's me. I won't hurt you." They took one cautious step forward. Ranboo answered only with a frantic, warble, retreating deeper into the thick underbrush, his form coiled tight with terror.