the final straw [dream smp]

the beginning of the end

TW: blood, death, swearing

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~tommys pov~

I jump down from the large mix of wood and obsidian scattered in the sky and land with a quick place of a water bucket. Im so skilled.

But i had it.

The disc.

"TOMMY! TOMMY HELP!! AAH-" I hear a yell from across the mountian. I get worried. What has dream done to tubbo?

"TUBBO!?" I shout. Where the fuck is he!?

"TOMMY HEL-" I hear dream cut off tubbo.

"TOMMY HE'S GONNA DIE! TOMMY HELP HIM!" dream shouts.

Fuck! Where are they "TUBBO WHERE ARE YOU!?" i shout in desperation. He cant die now. Not after all we've been through together. Were sixteen and seventeen for damn sake.

"TOMMY IM WHERE YOU WERE BEFORE!" he shouts in fear. "TOMMY HELP IM GONNA DIE!! TOMMY!!" he's almost dead. Fuck- FUCK

i run over to see tubbo, almost dead. I can already tell he has one hit from dream and he's out.

I run in front of him as dream swings his axe again, hitting me. What the fuck? How is he so powerful? "TUBBO RUN!" I shout at him.

I watch in horror as tubbo runs away only to be hit by an arrow and explode with blood.

"NOOOO!!!" tears emedietly start streaming down my face and i run over to him.

There's no way.

I ran faster than i though I could. "TUBBOO! NOO" the tears kept coming. I couldn't stop them.

I drop my head down in sadness. "How-" I try to talk to this big green bastard in between sobs. "How c-could you..."

I stare back down at my dead best friend.

It should've been me.

I sob more. I hate this. I hate everyone. I want dream to die. I want to die.

This cant be happening. I hate dream. I hate this. I want tubbo back. "H-he-" i sob more. "H-he was se-seventeen..."

~dreams pov~

Why did i just do that. I murdered my old friends only hope. For what? A stupid fucking disc? Power...

I stare at the weeping bot below me. He looked so sad. So broken.

He was on his knees sobbing uncontrollably over his best friend. He looked so pathetic. He needed tubbo.

Tubbo laid there lifeless on the ground. (Why does tubbo always die in my stories? ✌😃🔫) 

He had a tears running down his face and blood all over himself.

"i-im sorry..." I stutter. Only to be screamed at.

"YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH! I HATE YOU!! YOU GREEN BASTARD- NEVER TALK TO ME AGAIN! I NEVER WANNA SEE YOUR FUCKING UGLY FACE AGAIN! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!! I FUCKING HATE YOU!!" he shouted at me then he sobbed again.

Tommy sobbed more.

After around five minutes of this he talks again, still sobbing. "Keep the discs. Keep everything. You took everything from me. Tubbo was all I had and you took him too. So keep it. Keep everything. I hate you. I'm tired of fighting." He said in between sobs.

I feel bad.

I suck

I'm sorry tommy.

Tommy wrapped his baggy sweater around the wound and put his bloody friend around his shoulders. He looked at me with a broken gaze and then placed water below him and threw his trident.

I wach him fly off.

I wish i was sorry tommy.