tubbo (I)
Tubbo didn’t know how he got himself into this mess.
He couldn’t look Tommy in the eyes. Not when things turned out like this.
“What have you done, Tubbo? What have you done?”
The horror in Tommy’s eyes shook Tubbo down to his core.
Best friends shouldn’t be scared of each other, right? So why was Tommy looking at him like that?
“How- why? Tubbo, why?”
The Dreamon lay motionless on the floor. There wasn’t any blood, despite the multiple gashes in its body — it should’ve been a gorier sight than it was, but somehow the pale, sterile body was a creepier sight than if it was as bloody as a normal murder scene.
“He’s the strongest man on the server. He’s slash op-ed, for ****’s sake. How did you kill him?”
Tubbo didn’t say anything. The Dreamon’’s body was fascinating; a comically long right arm, a gleaming Third Eye still blinking lackadaisically on its forehead, and a lean physique that still managed to exude the strength of a thousand men.
“Tubbo.”
Its stillness was so painfully human, yet he knew it was not. Dreamons were not yet invincible, overwhelmingly powerful as they were. They could be defeated.
“Tubbo!”
Obviously, he thought to himself, looking at the Dreamon’s still body. But at what cost?
“TUBBO!” Tommy’s screech cut through the air. Tubbo jolted, staring at his friend.
“What?”
“Where’s Fundy? How did you kill Dream? Why did you kill Dream? Do you know what you’ve done?”
Tubbo blinked at the onslaught of questions, only fully processing the first. Where was Fundy, anyway? He was Dream’s fiance before the whole Dreamon thing got revealed. He was here trying to bring Dream, the real Dream, back to them, trying to free his soul from the Dreamon’s clutches.
Oh, right. No one else on the server except Bad and Sapnap knew Dream was overtaken by a Dreamon.
He explained as such to Tommy, not understanding why his best friend was still staring at him with those wide eyes.
“Tubbo… I trust you, Tubbo, I trust you, but I didn’t see any of it. None of your ‘evidence’ was ever noticed by anyone outside your little Dreamon hunter group. None of us saw anything. For all Dream knows, and he’s the server owner, just in case you forgot, you just murdered him in cold blood.”
“You don’t think I’m lying, do you?” Tubbo’s voice sounded smaller than he meant it to be.
“No, of course not. You’re Tubbo. You couldn’t lie if your life depended on it,” he said. “No way.”
I didn’t pick up Dream’s netherite sword, did you? No.
Hey, you think the disc we got back was the real one? I’m not sure, Tommy.
Hey, Tubbo, promise me whatever happens, we’ll always be Tommy and Tubbo, alright?
That last one wasn’t a lie, not yet.
“Yeah! I lie about as well as you, which is not very well at all.”
Tommy gaped at him for a moment, decided that Tubbo was acting stranger than usual and that the obvious cure was death. Sunlight gleamed on the diamond sword, the brilliant blue slowly overcome by the red. Tubbo choked once, twice, three times, and the world was no more.
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cover image credit: @megshrooom (twitter/insta)
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