Killing Random Dream SMP Characters

Tubbo reacts to Tommy's death AKA DAKH-T Deleted Scenes

"Sam! SAM!"

Sam snapped awake. Oh great. He had slept on the job again. Thank god he had Antfrost and Badboyhalo now as guards.

Sam rushed down to the entrance to see a desperate Tubbo. "Tubbo?"

"I need to see him," Tubbo said, sobs interrupting every syllable. "His body."

The guard stood still for a split second before nodding. "Alright. Come."

Sam led Tubbo into a different chamber, a subterranean floor of the prison, underneath the ocean floor that the prison stood on. He had worked on this morgue for a long time now, just for Tommy.

"Come down here."

Sam led him into a glass room, a boy's body on a bed.

Tubbo took an intake of breath. "Can I-"

"Usually I'd say no, but you're Tubbo. Part of the golden duo. You two were inseparable."

Tubbo smiled weakly at him and Sam opened the door. Tubbo raced to his best friend's body.

"Can I touch-"

"Sure. Just don't rip his arms out."

Tubbo laughed, picking up Tommy's limp hand and holding it. A single tear rolled down his cheek.

"I'm really sorry, Tubbo," Sam said.

"Oh no, it wasn't your fault. Don't be sorry."

"I could've prevented it. I could've let him out earlier. But I was too late."

"Don't worry. I'm sure Tommy wouldn't be mad at you, either. It was all Dream."

Sam sighed. "I suppose."

Tubbo examined his best friend's body again, running his fingers where Dream's fists had collided with Tommy's body. He was completely silent.

"I have video recordings of his last moments," Sam said softly, placing his hand on Tubbo's shoulder. "From the security cameras."

Tubbo understood. "O-okay."

"Are you sure you can handle it?"

Tubbo smiled weakly, caressing Tommy's hair. "No. But it doesn't hurt to try."

Sam nodded. The air around them was chilly, and not just from the refrigeration to slow Tommy's rotting. He ran to get the videotapes.

Tommy, Tommy. The arrogant, loud child, always full of life and energy. It had been hard for Sam to see the same boy motionless. He couldn't imagine how hard it was for Tubbo.

"I'm back." Tubbo looked up at him, standing up.

"I think you should sit." Sam pulled out a chair and unfolded it. "Here."

Tubbo sat on the chair nervously, his hand still holding on to Tommy's.

"Do I play it?"

Tubbo stared determinately at the small screen in Sam's hands. "Yes."

"You're a liar! You're a liar, and really, through your Netherite armor and skin, I look at you, and you know what I see?"

Tubbo stared at the screen. The camera was on the ceiling, and they could only see the tops of their heads and faces.

"I see a sad little man, who's insecure about the fact that this server has gone so far ahead of him, and his only little glimpse of power in this world is gone. I see an insecure, sad little man, alright? So f*** off."