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Memories [TommyInnit Death Angst]

get ranboozled cause this aint no dnf chapter

well it kinda is but thats not the main plot :/

i didnt really wanna make an entire other story cause that seemed like a waste (and im lazy) so i just plopped this in here

im incredibly happy with this!!

"It all started on a day like any other,
All the salmon had swum to the sea,
When my lover she darted away down the stream,
With the heart that she'd taken from me.

"And my chest, though it ached, there was hope
A little beacon of light
Though my sunniest days are now stolen away
I still had our son by my side..."

(song by Beetlebug)

"Why'dja stop, dad?"

Tubbo looked down at the small zombified piglin that was curled up in the corner of his little attic. "I'm just thinking, I suppose."

Remembering. He was remembering.

"You good, Tubbo?" Ranboo questioned from his spot by a small cake which Techno had placed just a few hours ago.

"Hmm?" Tubbo blinked. Redwood trees. The flag. Blackstone walls- "Yeah, I'm fine."

Resting a gloved hand on his platonic husbands shoulder, Ranboo gave a sad smile. "Why don't you head downstairs. We can finish the song later, and I'll say goodnight to Michael."

Tubbo gave a small sigh, nodded, then climbed down the ladder. He then collapsed at the table, head on the wooden counters. Wilbur. Fundy. Eret. Tommy. Tommy. Tommy. The thought of his best friend had been ringing in his head for the past few weeks. He was gone. Truly, truly gone. Dream had refused to revive him.

He would kill that green bastard. Scream at him until his voice was gone. Tommy was gone, gone, gone, gone, gone...

"Are you okay?" Tubbo jumped, banging his knee on the underside of the small table. "Jesus. I..."

Ranboo sat beside him, and Tubbo gave a small sigh. "I'm sorry. It's just... maybe, if I had-"

"Tubbo." Ranboo's voice had gone sharp, which almost never happened. "Don't you dare take any blame for this. It was not your fault. It's Dream's. It's- it's-" he let out a choked noise. "It's mine."

"What?" Tubbo looked up at him. He gave a small shocked noise. Inky black tears were running down both the white and the black side of Ranboo's face.

"Sam said there were explosions, right?" He managed to get out after a few seconds of silence. Tubbo gave a small nod. "That was- that- me. I did it. Dream... he- h-" He placed his head in his hands, continuing to let out small sobs as Tubbo took in the information.

"What did he do, Ran?" the brunet finally said, fingering with the hood of his snowchester outfit. They hadn't installed heating anywhere other than Michaels room.

"H-he took control of m-me..." the half-enderman choked out, shaking now. "I don't know what happened, Tubbo. It was like- like the world wasn't mine. I was just watching. I was nothing. Nothing."

"Ran-"

"I should just leave. I should just- not exist. Die. It would make everyone so much happier-"

"No!" Tubbo hugged the taller quickly. "It's not your fault. It's Dream's. We'll get him back, don't worry."

~1 Month Later~

Ding dong!

"Ran, can you get the door?"

"'Course." Ranboo quickly darted towards the door, and let out a shocked noise when he noticed who was standing behind it. "Techno? Phil? What are you-"