ethereal
/ɪˈθɪərɪəl/
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𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞
1.
extremely delicate and light in a way that seems not to be of this world.
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This is a 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤
。・:*˚:✧。 .
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no┊ shi...
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TW// character death, cussing,
Summary: Tommy is gone crabrave ig
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"Well..that sucks.." Said Tubbo in a deadpan voice. Sam was stood in front of him, clearly shocked from the younger's response and lack of emotion. "Tubbo he-" "Yeah.. Sure.." The brunette cut him off before he got to finish. Tubbo looked up at Sam with tired eyes, and then proceeded to walk past him. The taller only looked back, but decided that it was probably best to not follow the shorter. Just leave him be, think about the information he's just been handed.
Tubbo walked, and as further away he got from the taller, his pace quickened, until he was full on running. He ran along the prime path, until he made it to Tommy's house. His iconic dirt shack that remained standing there throughout all the years, despite it getting grieved, blown up and stolen from multiple times, the blonde always found a way to repair it and make it functional again. Except, now he will not be able to..
No.
The shorter thought. There was no way Tommy was actually dead. He was not going to believe such thing, mainly because of what happened last time. Last time, at Logstedshire he found a tall pillar, thinking the worst. Although despite everything looking badly, Tommy still ended showing up, alive and okay. He already did it once. What's stopping him from doing it again, right? There was absolute no way Tommy could be gone just like that? Especially when Dream was there. Dream has said multiple times that he could not let Tommy die. That he needed him alive, so how the fuck did he manage to get Tommy killed? Even worse, how could Dream just kill him, when he apparently needed him alive. It just didn't make sense, hence why Tubbo did not believe his best friend has passed.
The brunette quietly slid down, his back pressed against the wall of his best friend's house. He was sat on the cold ground, still making no sense from all of this. If Tommy was still alive, why would Sam lie? He trusted Sam, does this mean he can't trust him anymore?
Quackity's past words run through his head.
"Don't trust anyone.."
But he couldn't help it. It just was in his nature to be naive and forgiving, have apologized for things that didn't even involve him. It was just who he was and it sucked at times. Especially when you look around and realize that there's no one to trust.
Tubbo let out a sigh as his face collided with his hands. He didn't know what to do, or what to believe. Everything just felt so overwhelming, it didn't even feel real anymore. Nothing felt real anymore. After weeks of feeling safe, fun and cool projects not to mention his (platonic) engagement with Ranboo, meaning they were friends again, this sudden information felt so unreal and anticlimactic. Maybe that was also one of the reasons why he was struggling to believe Tommy was dead.
No, Tommy was not dead. Sam was just a liar and he couldn't trust anyone but himself and Ranboo.
God is this what denial feels like?
Tubbo chuckled to himself. He was probably going mad. Who wouldn't be, though. Tubbo just sat there, the moon providing a bit of light, fixing the dark lucidity in the house he was in.
Tommy wasn't dead. There just was no way that he could be. An idea sparked into the shorter's head. He carefully smiled to himself as he thought about it. He could go and visit him tomorrow. Sam didn't really let him in before, but he could try again the next day. The brunette laid himself on the floor, curling up into a small ball, his knees pressed up against his chest, his arms wrapped around them. The brunette closed his eyes, and within a few minutes, he was sound asleep on the ground of his best friend's house. If only he knew about the blue eyes that were curiously observing him from the corner of the room.
If only he knew, he'd find himself in even more pain the next day. After all, there only remained one in the cell, and it wasn't his best friend.
⋆·˚ ༘ * 🔭 Come on, his death was so anticlimactic...you can't possibly blame Tubbo for reacting the way he reacted lmfao