#ruby gloom show

Hello! So I went to the wayback machine to the old ruby gloom website and downloaded some of the e cards and I wanted to post them here so people could use them if they wanted to. 🖤❤️💛

Frank and Len (Ruby Gloom) x Reader

An: Requested recently, this is not a fandom I usually write for, so I couldn't resist!

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"B-b-b-bored..." you said to yourself, laying upside down on the edge of your bed. The fact you were bored frightened you a little, when you thought about it. You couldn't remember the last time you felt this way, considering before you could even run out of things to do Iris usually burst into your room because she set something on fire, or Ruby needed to vent. Gloomsville forbid that Skeleboy test his genetic theories alone for once. That's when you realized, no one had interrupted you in several hours. Not good.

Sliding out of your bed directly onto the floor, you hop up and head out the door. Walking down the dimly lit hallway, you hear some shuffling in the library. Poking your head into the book-filled chamber of learning, you see Poe sat by the fireplace, typing quickly while simultaneously ripping paper out of his typewriter. "Poe? Wha... what are you doing?" You ask as you step towards the strange black bird. "I'M AN ARTIST, AND I DEMAND-" He squawks loudly at you, before stopping when he realizes it's you. "Oh, Y/N... sorry, I thought you were those two..." He grumbles, turning back to his typewriter. 'Those two?' You wonder. "Who are you talking about?"

Poe sighs, and waves one of his hands as he tries to recall. "Uh... the, you know, the blue and green lads... with the, the music?" His feathers seem too ruffled to even allow him to think. "Oh, Frank and Len?" You say, and he nods. "What were they bothering you about? They don't really seem like," You look around the library and think. "Literary types." You finish. Poe sighs once more. "I couldn't tell you, really. They burst into my tower half an hour ago, and they asked for writing advice. I told them I'd help later, but they INSISTED," He squawks, before trying to calm himself. "Woo, apologies. They insisted it was urgent. I tried to help them, they wanted to write some love song. But, they insisted on ignoring my classic literary suggestions!" He complains. "I mean, again, I'm not sure Len even knows how to read." You joke, standing to leave. "Thanks, Poe! I'm gonna go see if they still need any help!" As you head off, you can still hear him ranting. "WHO TURNS DOWN 'A ROSE BY ANY OTHER NAME IS NOT AS SWEET'? IT'S PERFECT-" You shake your head chuckling. You'll have to have them apologize to Poe later.

You head upstairs,the sound of your footsteps almost muffled by the heavy rain pattering against the windows. As you reach the door that opens onto the small outer bridge, you consider grabbing an umbrella. 'Nah,' You think. 'I like the rain.' You open the door and step across the large bridge that leads to Frank and Lens room. As you approach, their presence in the room is confirmed by the sound of guitar blasting through the door of the tower, the vibration practically knocking you off your feet. Stopping for a moment to steady yourself, you knock on their door. "Hey guys!" You knock on the door. You're prepared to wait a bit, since it's hard for them to hear over their music. Plus, they are usually pretty busy with their songs. To your surprise though, the music immediately stops, the silence replacing it almost bizarre. You hear quick footsteps, and the door flies open, nearly knocking you over for the second time since you left Poe in the library.

"What's up-" Frank starts, before Len yells over him. "Y/N!!" He exclaims happily. You smile, and Len only looks at him silently. "Oh, sorry." Len apologizes and shrugs. "Ya' done?" Frank asks, and his brother nods quickly. "What's up, Y/N?" Len finishes his earlier statement. "Nothing much, Poe said you guys needed help with a song?" You say, and try to recall the theme. "A... love song, right?" You snap your fingers as you remember. The two of them go pale, before Frank clears his throat awkwardly. "Uh, could you give us a sec', Y/N?" He asks, and before you can respond, he slams the door in your face. Your face falls in conclusion, but you decide to give them the time they need. However, since they aren't exactly quiet, you can hear bits of their conversation through the rickety wooden door.

"... Why did you tell Poe about this?! You know he's a loud mouth!" Frank whisper-yells. "We needed lyrics ideas-" Len responds, but the end of his sentence is muffled. "Well, now they're onto us! What do we, like, do?" You hear Frank sigh. "Just don't...." His voice is muffled. "Got it?" Frank finishes before he opens the door. Frank has a fake, overly happy smile on his face, while Len looks like he's about to explode. His forehead is sweaty, and he's puffed out his cheeks to keep his mouth closed. "Uh, is he okay?" You ask Frank. He looks at his green-skinned brother, and double-takes, before smacking his shoulder. Len coughs as he lets out the breath he was holding. 'Knock it off, dude!" Frank mumbles, trying to keep his smile on his face. Your eyes narrow, looking at the two suspiciously.

"So, do you guys want some help? I could think of some lines maybe." You give them a cheesy thumbs up. "Not to brag, but I did get 4th place in my third grade poetry contest." Frank smiles. "No thanks, we'll be sure to show you the song when-" Len cuts him off, unable to remain silent. "WE DON'T WANT YOUR HELP, GOODBYE!" Len yells. He slams the door in your face, panicking. You blink in surprise, frozen in place for a few moments. After a few seconds, you shake your head and head back downstairs, trying to figure out what on earth that encounter was about. 'Those two sure are strange..." You think.

Back in the tower, Frank's arm is flailing as he yells at a panicked Len. "DUDE! What the hell was that?" He asks, not being able to fathom why Len responded that way. "I gave you one job, stay cool!" Len shakes his head. "You gave me two jobs! Don't tell Y/N about the song, and stay cool!" Len complains. "I, like, can't handle that much input, man!" The two of them are silent for a minute, out of breath from all that yelling. Sitting down on their couch, Frank sighs. "This is... harder than I thought it would be." He says, and Len nods. "Yeah, it's like, harder than playing a six string F chord." "Yeah." Len and Frank look at the paper laid on the table, titled 'Love Song (Please listen this took 3 days to write)'. Frank grabs a pencil. "We can't let this set back stop us, bro." He begins to write down a few opening notes.