never lied (dwt x fem reader)

XXIV. tubbo and ranboo

mentions of violence

tubbbo's pov

i was hanging out with ranboo and jack building our little inn across from tommy's hotel.

"you missed, the comedy's dead." jack says running in front of the inn.

"no what!" i yell in disappointment.

"it's very funny whenever you die." ranboo says.

"what's going on in here?" jack asks walking inside.

"so it's our hotel, we're not really making major progress yet." tubbo says looking around.

"i can tell by the fact that it's not as good as mine." jack brags.

"oh." ranboo said.

"is not as good?" i ask.

"yep it's not as good." jack responds.

"i think it is actually." ranboo says with a smile.

a stranger walked up to me and handed me a piece of paper, it read:

dear tubbo, ranboo, and jack,
i need you guys down at the prison. something unforgivable and horrible happened. please come over to the prison asap, oh and don't tell anyone else about this.

from,
sam.
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"did tommy die?" i ask looking up from the letter, "sam what the hell happened in there."

"tubbo," he says letting out a sigh, "i couldn't get there in time."

"in time for what?" i ask, "just tell me, did. he. die?"

"i- i never thought dream would actually.......kill him." he says looking down.

"wait he actually...."i say.

"they were in the cell and everything seemed fine, but then i came and gave them the food 'cause i was trying to figure out what happened and then he actually did it." he rambled.

"but how?" i ask, "so you're saying.."

"i'm saying that," he looks at me and the others, "tommy's gone."

"that sucks." i say looking down playing with the bottom of my green buttoned shirt.

"wait what?" ranboo asks, "so like he's- he's dead?"

"right, yea," sam says nodding, "dream actually killed him."

"can we kill dream?" i ask.

"i- no." he says.

"so he's just dead?" ranboo asks again.

"he actually killed him." sam shrugged.

"but how? how though?" i ask stepping closer.

"he just- i have- i have to go back." he says running towards the door.

"but you answered like no questions." i say with a light chuckle.

"yea how did he die?" ranboo chimes.

"let me in." i say clicking the button hoping to get in.

"no you can't thats just a doorbell basically." ranboo responds putting a hand on my shoulder.

we walked out of the prison and headed back, "i actually don't believe it."

"dream beat him to death." sam yells after us.

"i don't think he's actually dead." ranboo says turning around.

"i don't really believe it." i say.

"what do you mean? don't you see where he killed him and i'm telling you he actually killed him. i never lied and this is one thing i would never lie about." he says.

"i've got a very important question for you. do you have a mario kart steering wheel?" i ask.

"i thought you would react differently. i wanted you to be able- i wanted you to know- never mind." sam says running off again.

"there's no way he's actually dead, sam wouldn't have let that happen right?" ranboo says as we walking away.

"i.. i don't know." i say.

"yea he'll be back pretty soon." ranboo says with a head nod.

"yea there's no way he's actually dead. there's no way i refuse to accept that." i say walking past skeppys mansion with ranboo.

"it would've been cool right?" ranboo says.

"yea yea you know how the story works." i respond.

"it would've been cool. it wouldn't have been 'getting beaten to death in prison'" ranboo says.

"yea yea yea, " i say, "tommy is one to not go out with a bang."