Beginning at the End [DreamSMP X Oc]

Chapter twenty-eight~ aftermath

It would never have been a nice feeling to bury a sibling but to find out that your little brother had died as well? That almost broke Tubbo.
A lot has happened since the death of y/n a week ago, Puffy came forward as Tubbo's big sister and informed him of y/n being not an adopted sister but rather a blood one. Then Micheal was having nightmare's: as was Ranboo. Then on the morning of their sister's funeral Tommy had decided to visit Dream for 'closure' but he had yet to return. Phil had also left town choosing to permanently move into Techno's area instead of with his two surviving children.

Tubbo leaned down and put a hand on the birch box that contained y/n his big brave sister that would scare away the monsters under his bed or who had come too his house because she was worried that he might feel overwhelmed and stressed by the whole war going on. The boy sighed thinking back too one of his favourite memories; it had been a warm summers day and her, Tommy and himself  all sat in a dark oak forest when Tommy started saying how oak was the best wood, y/n of course disagreed with him and said birch wars her favourite. Let's just say that the day ended with Tommy running home to Phil complaining that a woman had attacked him for no reason whatsoever.
"C'mon Tubbo" Ranboo said softly pulling his husband away from y/n's coffin "are you still ok too talk?"
"Yes, I have too" Tubbo replied tears silently rolling down his cheeks as he moved towards a small podium
"Hello and thank you too everyone here I know you all meant a lot to y/n, and that she misses you all as well. I remember the day I turned 15, y/n had decided to throw me a surprise party which was also the day we found out that I'm allergic to chocolate cake. Y/n was full of surprises and she has... had the most kind and caring soul, she cared about us all so much that she let an evil tyrant torture her on a daily basis instead of him hurting her friends and family and even people she barely knew. Y/n was a victim; she was a victim of Schlatt, a victim of Dream and a victim of this land. It hurts me knowing that she will be remembered as a victim to most people just a name on a list of victims in the history books but to us the people that knew her best she was a friend, a sister, someone you can trust and a survivor." Tubbo finished softly as Fundy walked up to the podium to do his short piece on y/n but a frantic looking Sam turned around the corner and grabbed me by the shoulders pulling me away from the funeral.
"Sam! What are you doing? I need to be there!" I whisper shouted at him
"Tubbo I'm so sorry" Sam cried "I'm so so sorry please forgive me"
"What happened Sam? is Tommy with you? He was visiting the prison today." Tubbo replied still trying to get back to the group of people
"Tubbo, Tommy's dead"

"Oh hey Tommy, you wanna play some more solitaire?"
"Fuck off Will, I want to go home"
"Tommy this is your home now, I mean im here, y/n's about somewhere probably messing with Mexican Dream again but more of your family is in here than out there. Come play some more solitaire."
"I don't want to play anymore fucking solitaire Wilbur!"
"Really cause I've had such a good idea for competitive solita-"
"Where is y/n I haven't heard her in awhile."
"..."
"Will?"
"..."
"Wilbur?"
"..........."
"Wilbur fucking Soot answer me"

"Tommy! Tommy! wake up!" I shouted as the boy slowly became more conscious
"What? where the fuck am I?" He slurred still waking up and not yet in pain
"Tommy it's going to be okay just listen to my voice okay." I said softly in my hoarse voice
"Y/n shit it hurts" he whimpered squeezing my hand in pain
"I know it does just breath it'll be okay" I whispered keeping my eye on the other figure in the room
"Y/n." He whimpered making me move my attention back to the boy's head on my lap "you remember when I was little and if me and Tubbo had a nightmare?"
"Yeah..." I didn't like the other person in here hearing about our private memories
"Can you sing our song please?" I wanted to say no, that was our song and the monster across the room from us didn't deserve to hear it but then I looked down at the dull eyes with just a tiny spark in them that belonged to my broken little brother and sighed
"Of course, but it's been a while since I've last sung okay?" I warned him
"Okay" he sounded excited
"Leaves from the vine,
Falling so slow,
Like fragile tiny shells,
Drifting in the foam.
Little soldier boy,
Come marching home.
Brave soldier boy,
Come marching home." I hummed as I felt the boy relax and shut his eyes
"Didn't know you could sing" they laughed
"Fuck off" I spat "you don't control shit anymore"
"Oh come on, I have more control than anyone in this land if I wanted too I could get out of here right now" he scoffed stepping towards me as I instinctively moved myself and Tommy's sleeping body back against a wall "see you're still scared of me which means I still have control over you like everyone else"
"Oh fuck off Dream"