MCYT oneshots

Tubbo and Ranboo angst(big sad😔)

TW:
mentions of death, suicidal thought, bad thoughts in general I suppose

It was peaceful day...it could've stayed peaceful if we didn't let micheal go out and explore the forest. Maybe if we payed more attention...

"Tubbo..I think it's time we go...it's gonna start raining soon and we...we don't have an umbrella.." Ranboo stood next to me as I stared at his grave. Maybe if I wasn't such a fuck up...maybe I could have helped...

"You can go inside ranboo I'll...ill meet you there.." I let out a shaker breath and clutched my fists, tightening my grip on the throned rose. How could I let this happen...If I just stopped him before he tried going on the log over the River...maybe it was better if I just never let him go in the forest at all...maybe he'd still be here. I was so caught up in my thoughts I didn't notice ranboo sigh and walk back to the house.

My vision got cloudy as I choked out a sob. "I'm so sorry...if I was just paying attention..I- I wish this was all just a bad dream...I- I don't..w-want this to be real.." My shiver as the cold rain droplets start hitting me. I choked out another sob as I dropped to my knees. I sobbed as the rain fell harder by the second. It should've been me...I've already caused enough problems...he had so much potential..and my dumb mistakes took it all way...

Suddenly the rain stopped hitting my back. I looked up to see ranboo trying to cover us both under the umbrella.

"R-Ranboo I miss him so-" I sniffed rubbing my tears as I stood up "s-so much.." he pulled me into a hug, petting my head as I stuffed my face into his chest. "I know...I know...I'm sorry I wasn't paying as much attention as I should have been I-"

"I-it's not your fault...you..y-you did nothing wrong..I should've been watching him..it's all my fault-" he shushed me and hugged me closer "you did nothing wrong...I-it wasn't your fault e-either.." he was holding back tears but I could already tell he was gonna have burn marks again.

We stayed like that for a while...sobbing in our hug..in front of Michaels grave. Eventually we let go of each other, I stepped into the rain and crouched down and placed the now bloodied rose on his grave.

"Let's get your hand patched up..." he pulled me up and we walked away from his grave. I wanted to cry more..I wanted to say sorry again..I wanted to sleep...I didn't want to wake up. Maybe if I learn to stop being such a dumbass I can learn how to make it up to him...

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HELLOOOOOOO
This oneshot was written by Sam aka check them out plz :))

Anygay, remember to eat, drink and don't sleep cause sleep is propaganda made by the government so they can hide all your fucking pencils~