MCYT One-Shots <3

Our Compasses

Ello!!! How are you all? Thank you all for 200+ reads!!!

Before you start reading this one shot, I started in 1st POV but, towards the end I transitioned into 3rd POV. I don't usually proofread my one shots so sorry if there is any mistakes.

I also write one shots in advance so this isn't updated to recent cannon streams.

Anyways, I'll stop talking now. Hope yall enjoy! (Its angst~)

Tw: Blood/Gore, Death

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What is the thick, sticky substance spilling out of my veins, making me dizzy and in pain. Is this what's causing the acid feeling in my stomach? All the hatred and the sadness?

Or, is it this new liquid that gently washes away the dirt without actually making a dent? Is this what's causing me to want to puke and scream until my voice burns out like a flame. Making me nauseated and slowly insane?

It could be both and neither of these things. I lifted my hand up to wipe away the grime on my cheeks and that's when I realized I was crying. But, from the corner of my eye I also catch a glimpse of a blooming red dripping down my fingers.

Slowly backing my hand out to try and figure this out with my blurry eyes and fazy mind. My eyes widened slightly but, I wasn't all that surprised. I was bleeding, heavily quite frankly.

But, I didn't have a care in the world currently. Not enough energy to stop the blood spill. The metallic scent mixing in with the polluted and smoky air.

My head was bent down as I stared at the ground. Questioning every lie that was told to my face, every mistake that I might have made. What I could have done to prevent this, no, what I should have done to prevent this.

But, I didn't and couldn't go back and change them now. It was too late for that, as I have already tested the unspoken lines of boundary. Pushed past and broke everyones limits.

And, the damage was here and present. Clutching at my side as a new wave of stinging came over my frail body. Coughing up blood as I used my arm as a support beam so I wouldn't collapse.

They say sticks and stones can break your bones but, words cannot hurt me. Oh, but how wrong they were. Words have severely hurt many, including me.

Dream didn't hurt me, he manipulated me and he used words. Words that tricked me into believing he actually cared and the others didn't.

Deep down I know they care, but just like many others, the scars left over still ache once and awhile from the betrayals. Sometimes the deepest and most painful scars aren't visible, and that's why they go untreated. They go un-cared for.

Another saying, was that, I can forgive but I won't forget. And, unlike the other quote this one is true. So, so true. Just as the quote describes is what happened.

With Wilbur, or should I say Ghostbur? They betrayed me, and manipulated me into believing we were on the right side. For some parts we were, but there is a difference between being in the right, and acting like your always in the right.

That was Wilbur though, the once alive form of his soul. But, now he is Ghostbur. Who I have forgiven because he can't remember the past and so therefor shouldn't have anger taken out on him.

He would be so confused as to why people hated him and yelled at him for something he didn't remember. And, so, that's why he was forgiven. He also has very much proven to try and fix past relationships and make up for his mistakes.

But, maybe he does remember. Maybe Wilbur does remember but, doesn't tell anyone because he is too afraid to face the consequences. To afraid to face something he regrets.

We all seem to be running and hiding from something though. Every. Day. And, you can't blame someone else for it when you do the exact same can you?

I've forgiven Wilbur or Ghostbur, but I haven't forgotten. Because he dragged me into these wars and caused trauma while I was and am still a kid.

Has everyone forgot that? I'm still a kid, and yet I've been exposed to all the cruelness of this world. I've been dragged into something that I now can't escape.

Sometimes I wish, I wish that day I ran away with Tubbo. Away from Schlatt, Wilbur, and the wars. To go live our lives.

Has everyone forgotten Tubbo is still a kid too? He's president and has been in multiple wars just like me. We fought along side eachother before recent events.

Tubbo...I looked down and unlatched a clip snug around the compass on my belt keeping it in place and secure. I picked it up, the cold metal cooling my hand, the glass cracked on top.

The compass pointed in front of me though. And, that's when I heard the faint sound of my name being called. I wanted to lift me head up and look to see who was shouting for me.

But, I couldn't. My head felt like a heavy stone, a constant ringing echoing in my ears. I was still staring at the compass with half lidded eyes.

From what I could see, someone dropped down on their knees infront of me, dropping something to the ground. A hand reached up and cupped my cheek, gently lifting my head up to look at them.

There sat Tubbo, tears streaming down his face as he looked at his best friend with worry. "I-I'm s-so sorr-y-y T-Tommy." The president choked out in between sobs.

With what little strength I had left, smiling a small sad smile, reaching my hand up to rest on Tubbos still holding the side of my face.

The bee boy pulled me into a hug, resting his head in his best friends shoulder as he kept crying. A few tear drops fell down from my eyes as I hugged back loosely, still exhausted.

But, that's when Tubbo felt the liquid seeping into his sleeve. Looking down he say the blood oozing out from a big gash in my side. He gasped and looked at the wound with horrified eyes.

I rested my hand gently on the back of his head and pulled him back into the hug. "Its okay, Tubbo." I spoke slowly, my words slurring together. "You'll be okay...I promise."

"Tommy, we need to g-get you to a medic." Tubbo pulled back slightly to look me in the eyes. But, I didn't stop smiling that whole time. My eyes filled with pain and sorrow, but a satisfaction. As if the pain didn't matter.

And, the bee boy understood. Tommy wasn't going to survive this, and wasn't meant to. So, Tubbo hugged Tommy tighter, wanting to be with his best friend for his last few breaths.

Tommy hugged back as tight as he could with his shaking arms. Resting his chin on top of the brunettes hair, both of them smiling with tears not stopping.

His arms fell lose around the bee boy, going limp as his heart rate slowed down. And, so they both sat there as the sun set, one of them giving up his last breath.

Both their compasses lay to the side, pointing at eachother.

Some friends won't be in your life forever, but that's okay. Because those memories are what we cherish, and as long as we remember them, the good times are here to stay.