w a r p e d • mcyt highschool au

Chapter 6: Gloom

Sapnap woke to his phone going off. Rubbing his blurry eyes, he groaned and rolled over to grab it. Reading the name of the caller, he sighed and hit the talk button.

"What do you want, George." He grumbled, getting out of bed.

"Sapnap! Jesus, that took you so long to reply!" George's voice was heightened and shaky. "I tried calling Punz, he wouldn't pick up. Dream won't respond to me either! Are they okay?"

Sapnap frowned. "That's weird. Nothing big happened last night." Sapnap sat down at his desk and heard a quiet gasp escape George.

"You haven't heard."

"Heard what?"

George gulped, and Sapnap could hear him fiddling with a pen.

"George. What happened?" Sapnap pressed, standing back up and heading out of his room.

"I.. oh my god." George took deep breaths.

"Spit it out!" Sapnap entered the kitchen and started taking out the milk from the fridge.

George took a final breath.

"Purpled is dead."

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"DREAM." Sapnap flung open Dream's door, stomping in and advancing towards him.

"What, Sapnap," Dream said, focused on writing something at his desk.

"Get your ass out into the living room." Sapnap yelled, causing Dream to scowl. He stormed out and paced the living room, waiting impatiently.

"What do you want." Dream said, throwing himself onto the couch. Sapnap stopped and turned to face him.

"Did you hear the news? Or did you just not care that one of your friends died?" He spat, watching Dream with an angry fire in his eyes. "George called you twenty times. You always pick up. Why didn't you now?!"

Dream sat there calmly, unreadable behind those green eyes. Sapnap wanted to strangle him for his behavior.

"Must've just missed the calls. Anyway, I've got to go to school." Dream stood, picking up a banana from the fruit bowl. Sapnap inhaled and squeezed his eyes shut; this was no time to get angry.

Before Dream whisked out the door, however, Sapnap grabbed his arm. "What is up with you lately?"

Dream flashed him a smile, his eyes full of innocence.

"Whatever do you mean?"

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Tommy was walking down the street with Tubbo, who was chattering like a bluebird. Pulling his jacket closer to his body, he inhaled some of the brisk morning air. The dew on the grass had already gotten his sneakers wet; and his phone had died already.

"I wonder if we'll have the test today, considering the atmosphere of the situation." Tubbo blabbed, adjusting his coat collar. Tommy furrowed his eyebrows.

"What situation?"

"You haven't heard?" Tubbo looked at him, his eyes huge.

"If I did I'd know what you are talking about, idiot."

"Purpled died last night." Tubbo whispered, even though there was no one in sight.

Tommy's mouth fell open. "How?"

Tubbo shrugged. "No one knows why yet. Didn't you see the article?"

"Firstly, my phone died. Secondly, I don't think I have notifications on for the news, like a nerd." Tommy kicked a rock with his shoe.

"I'm not a nerd! Besides, it's good to know what's happening." Tubbo pouted, crossing his arms.

"Sure big man. How's Dream and his minions gonna react today?"

"No idea. But hopefully things'll be alright. I know if one of SBI died, I'd be devistated."

Tommy snorted. "I'd be greatful."

Tubbo stopped dead. "You don't mean that."

Tommy shrugged, stopping next to him. "Maybe I do."

Tubbo looked him in the eyes. Brown met blue, but the brown seemed dark and depressed. His face was expressionless but pained at the same time.

Tommy frowned. This wasn't like Tubbo.

"Don't joke about death. It's an endless game that we can never win. And once we loose, we loose more than just our bodies. We loose everything and nothing at the same exact time, dragging a knife through other people's hearts as we fall. Depending on where you cut, it can sometimes be repaired.

But sometimes you go too far deep. And the person has to live with that wound until they can find something to heal it. You really think death isn't painful? It's that and more to everyone involved."

Tommy just stared at him, thinking about what he said. Tubbo was always the optimistic one. This was so out of his normal, so distant from himself, Tommy didn't know how to react.

"Unless you're a psychopath that doesn't care about other humans and wants to cause pain." Tubbo brightened, starting to walk again. "Let's get to school."

Tommy watched him walk a few feet, his head still pounding from thinking. Snapping out of it, he cleared his throat and ran to catch up with Tubbo.

It took them five more minutes to get to the school, and Tubbo was still his normal and cheery self. Tommy had fallen back into the pit of deep thoughts, barely hearing his friend behind the voices in his head. They entered the building, quickly shuffling towards the dome.

"And that's when I said- oh look! There's Ranboo." Tubbo waved to the blonde, getting Tommy's attention. "I'll be back, I wanna talk to him real quick."

He bounded off like a deer.

Tommy scanned the dome. It was quieter than normal, and people were tensely grouped up; something uncommon. Today was becoming strange.

Spotting his friends, Tommy hurried over to join them. Techno was leaned against the wall, flipping a pencil between his fingers as Phil and Wilbur looked on.

Feeling the silence like a stab in the back, Tommy raised his eyebrows at them. "What's got you all quiet and depressed?"

Phil shot him a glance, the only one to make a physical move.

"Someone died, Tommy. I hardly think that's the call for normal activities." Techno deadpanned, his voice unemotional and calm as he still fiddled with the pencil.

"I guess not, but shouldn't we look on the bright side?" Tommy looked down at his feet, biting his lip.

"Didn't know there was a bright side to death." Wilbur replied curtly. Tommy wanted to groan; they were being all gloomy and boring.

Of course death isn't something to make fun of, but it's irreversible. So why do they dwell on it?

Looking for his phone and remembering that it wasn't there, Tommy wanted to slam his head into the wall. No one wanted to talk, and now he couldn't even do anything on his stupid phone.

Scanning the room, he couldn't spot any of the Dream Team or their counterparts. Watching the enterace to the dome, he saw a few students walk in, but the only ones he really knew were Karl and Quackity.

After what felt like forever, the bell finally rung. Realizing that Tubbo was nowhere in sight, he just went off to his locker alone before heading to class.

The whole school seemed like there was something hanging over it, as if a hurricane would descend any minute.

Tommy hated it with every fiber in his body.

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