𝖜𝖊'𝖛𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖔 𝖋𝖆𝖗 - act 2 - a dream smp fanfic

What Happens After

      In which we fail to pick up the pieces.

      Or, trauma and the consequences of pulling the trigger.

"Hey."

"Hi."

Tubbo was quiet as Tommy supported him with one arm, Niki staring at their tired eyes. 2 boys, holding on to each other in the dark, standing over a jukebox that they had laughed and smiled and fell asleep dreamily to.

Now the trio leaned on it, quiet, no music playing as the night simmered over their drained bodies. Husk, no color, scars littering all their arms. No one had escaped from the scars.

Greetings, and then silence.

Silence was hard but it was also easier. It was easier because no one wanted to talk about the person that was missing, the people that were missing.

3 young figures leaning on a jukebox in the dead of night.

Was it just them now?

A nation to 3 was a sharp contrast.

But still, the boy with the blue eyes, that were maybe just a little less blue but nobody could tell in the darkness. Maybe it was just the moonlight, like an illusion. But still, the boy pulled out a disk, memories that persisted from summer to winter and on and on. Blood that would never fade. He pushed it in.

Music shone out in the darkness. It was brighter than the moon. Niki's blonde hair hung over her face, red scars on her arms numb, the pain of the hole inside much greater than anything.

Tubbo's arms wrapped in white and faded yellow holding him in like a cage, but still it made him feel clean as he leaned on Tommy, broken.

"We can't go down now."

Tommy's voice was determined, so much older, but yet you could tell it was young because it was still holding on, still believing.

You could tell he was young because he was still believing.

Believing that all his sacrifices meant something, that things meant something, he believed in small things.

But he was getting older. And you couldn't deny that.

You can't play make-believe on this.

"We've done so much. We can't lose now."

Tommy's arms tightened around Tubbo's shoulders.

The sun peaked out under the trees as the sky turned a simmering blue. A beginning.

"Yeah."

No one looked at each other's scarred faces exposed in the early light. They all stared at the rising sun.

"We'll be ok." The light exposed the long red scar down the side of Niki's face, a red flash against her usually fair skin. "As long as we stick together."

Darkness makes things seem a whole lot prettier.

"We have to stick together."

Tommy looked at his fellow hollow souls. They were exposed now that they were in the light. Broken.

They looked at him eagerly, empty eyes staring into his soul, hopeful, wanting, desperate eyes.

He couldn't let them down.

He looked at the orange ball of the sun as it climbed determinedly up into the sky.

They had lost.