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Another day in Snowchester, where it always snows. The flowers don't grow here, and the snow was a constant blanket of trust and obscurity.
The cold kept its small community inside, but as the months went by, more people moved out of the harsh climate, while the hardened ones from the war stayed behind. Their founder, Tubbo Underscore was busy at work. Building fireworks (that poor boy, whispers from harden elders), he said, to keep the land safe. To celebrate their own liberation.
Anyone that lived in Snowchester for the period of time that it was founded to this particular day could tell you that was not true, if you were trusted.
On this day though, when there should've been some sort of people milling about, chimneys were hushed, windows bordered up and not a soul was outside as wind and snow whipped out the nearly empty town.
Along with the wind, a shrill siren from what could be described as a warning to all inhabiting life near its radius, told everyone to run and hide.
The only person, on top of one of Snowchester's accessibly by stairs roofs, who took in the full scream from the Prison, was Tubbo Underscore. He stood facing the prison with shock and dismay on his face. Draped in fuzzy coat, he held his communicator tightly, shaking.
The screen illuminated a notification;
"Ranboo was slain by awesamedude using [Warden's Will]
Thoughts raced through his head --Ranboo surely must have another life-- he can’t be dead-- wheres tommy-- oh god no--
Tubbo puts on his armor and goes ontop of the factory to look out for possible threats (dream). In his hand, his sword is shaking. He is terrified. Nothing is okay. But he must be strong- for michael, for ranboo (please be okay)
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It seems like forever before he sees a figure walking towards his village. He raises his sword and shield and yells halt.
The figure gets closer. It’s the one person that was the reason he built the nukes, built Snowchester and the weapons. It’s Dream.
Tubbo’s eyes go wide, and he is frozen. Perhaps in fear, perhaps in anger.
“Dream..?” Tubbo’s voice carries over the snow fall, with a bit harsher of whipping wind, like the earth herself knew the danger of this man.
Dream’s figure had definitely shrunken from his time in prison, but he was still an imposing figure, equipped with an netherite axe, and a damn porcelain smiley face.
“Hm, oh. ” Dream spoke, sounding disinterested and bored. “It’s you.”
“Well, as long as you’re here…. Where’s my armor, Tubbo?”
Leave it to Dream to get straight to the point. Tubbo thought bitterly, and shifted his stance a little, pursuing his lip.
Tubbo breathed in a little, mostly to relax himself and breathed out. “It’s not here Dream. It’s.. gone.”
Hopefully someone notices he’s here. Shouldn’t Sam be looking for him? Tubbo looked to the side, beyond where Dream was standing in front of him. If he was lucky, someone would come but…
When does anyone ever come?
Dream paused, but then --
“Ranboo’s dead.”
Tubbo paused at those words. “What do you mean? He’s got another life. He must have another life. There’s no way-”
“Tubbo, Ranboo is dead. Show me the armor, and maybe, I’ll let you see them again.”
That’s not possible. Ranboo can’t be dead. This is Ranboo, his minuteman, his Boo, the-
“What?”
The world seems to blur for tubbo. Ranboo can’t be dead. He can’t be dead. He can’t be dead. He can’t be dead.
Tubbo faintly registers that there is a clatter, that must be his weapon. He feels his knees hit the stone pavement of snowchester, and the wet crunch of snow that has formed on the stone. He can’t do this right now, Dream will kill him, he has to get up, he has to find ranboo, hes fine, he probably just respawned back at spawn, thats fine, everythings okay, why is he shaking, this isn’t fair-
Dream regards him with no emotion, even as Tubbo sinks to his knees and it feels like the world is crumbling around him- he is Atlas, and the world is falling on him, but he can’t hold them up- what was the point-
“You must’ve seen the message, on your communicator. Ranboo is dead.” Dream repeats himself for what must feel like the millionth time, and Tubbo so desperately wants to scream youre lying, youre lying, thats all you ever do but the fact is that tubbo did see the message. He even messaged Ranboo, but the communicator did not find his name.
As his mind spirals, Dream squats down to his level. Tubbo raises his hands and clutches his head, gripping the side of his head. This is a nightmare. If I squeeze hard enough, i’ll wake up. Please. Please. Please-
And it feels so hopeless, like doomsday, Tubbo thinks. There’s no way out of death, besides the admin in front of him, but as he’s seen it, he’d rather see Tubbo suffer than grant him his beloved back.
A blizzard of emotions run through tubbos mind, and in a few moments, He feels nothing. Actually, he feels exhausted. He feels nothing, because, yes. Ranboo is dead. Ranboo is dead, because he failed to protect him i promised i promised i promised- and if this is the end- Tubbo thinks through a hazy panic filled mind and tearfilled eyes.
And in those few moments, a decision is made in Tubbos mind. His logical side overrides any emotions that were burning inside him.
There’s no need to stop the man who can Revive his beloved from getting what he wants.
He shakily lifts his hand up pointing at the stone wall in the potato field. He can’t meet Dream’s unblinking stare, can’t turn his head as the boots crunch through the freshly fallen snow and onto the dirt, and can’t look as Dream descends to find his armor. The footsteps fade as he moves farther away, but Tubbo couldn’t care less.
As soon as Dream was descending down the stairs, there was another flurry of footsteps moving hurriedly against the stone.
Tubbo only raises his head a little from his panic induced mind and sees a wisp of fire, blackhair and a headband.
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Sapnap? was Tubbo's only coherent thought through the mess of his head. He felt the world being blotted out by black dots. He was breathing too fast, the world was spinning, why is ranboo dead-
Tubbo collapsed on the stone pavement, now that the threat of death, namely Dream, was busy locating his armor, and dealing with the local Nether-born.
I.. I have to move. Tubbo resolved, and attempted to push himself up.
Nothing.
Tubbo put more pressure, and shakily rose to his legs.
Need to go inside. Fuck.
He used the wall as a support as he fought off the panic that tried to worm itself back into his head. He had to do something.
Sapnap could handle Dream, for now.
But, a voice he only heard in his nightmares came crystal clear to him, causing him to freeze up.
“Tubbo? Are you okay? I was looking for you.” A rough (grief stricken?) voice came from above him.
Tubbo snapped his attention to the third visitor in Snowchester today.
Technoblade.