☆.｡ TommyInnit & Tubbo Oneshots :*☆ ✓

Voices Of An Angel [Hurt Comfort]

Ranboo quieted down, as he turned his head out the window to hear a soft singing.

"So long as you came back one day"

"And as long as you came back here, happy and brave"

Ranboo recognized that voice. He leaned closer to the window, reaching his head out to the house next door, listening.

"But now, you're gone, away"

"While I bury you in your grave"

Tubbo's voice echoed through L'manburg, as Ranboo sighed. Tubbo wasn't the best at singing, not like Ghostbur, but was at least in tune. HE has gotten better at singing since the first time Ranboo heard him. Writing songs has helped Tubbo calm down over the death of his best friend, although it was clear he still feels guilty. Ghostbur occasionally comes over to help him, and the songs turn out great-but they were mostly sad songs. A lot about Tommy's death.

How will he ever break it to him that Tommy isn't dead?

That he went out to live with Technoblade?

But most importantly, that Tommy is mad at Tubbo?

~~~

Ranboo followed Ghostbur, They wandered through the heavy snow and the sharp, sweet sticky smell of pine trees with Friend, a sheep that Ghostbur befriended. Soon, they reached a clear-white field heavy with snow and a small house in the distance. Techno's house. Technically also Tommy's house, although Techno likes to deny it.

Ranboo stepped forward, and his boots sank about half a feet deep. Slowly making his way across the field, he finally got to the house. He put a hand through his messy blonde hair and tightened his black and white mask, taking a deep breath and knocked on the door. Ghostbur smiled when Techno opened it, letting a wave of warm air against the chilly arctic land.

"Hello!" Ghostbur says, as Techno sighs, letting them in. Ghostbur stayed upstairs with Friend to chat with Techno and give him some blue, but Ranboo automatically went down the hidden ladder to where Tommy lives, in a small room under Techno's house.

Tommy was sitting in a corner of his room, next to the prime bell, looking lost in thought.

"Hi."

Tommy didn't seem to hear him. Instead, he continued his black staring towards the roof of his room quietly without saying anything.

"Hi?"

Tommy hushed him and pointed up and Ranboo took a seat next to Tommy. "Their singing again."

Ranboo looked confused at first, but then heard the soft melody that was being sung, probably by birds.

In fact, a familiar tune.

"But now you're gone, away"

"While I bury you in your grave."

"They sing the same tune every morning," Tommy says, looking up at Ranboo. Tubbo does, too. "Who do you think that is?"

Ranboo hesitated for a bit.

"Probably an angel."

~MZL

EDIT: Happy New Years Eve everyone! Let's all hope that 2021 will be a better year. Love you all so much! <333 -Luno