Something should be there.
But it just isn't.
Ranboo looked out over the craters of L'Manburg.
Something should be there, but it just isn't.
He tried not to think about it too much, but this was one of the rare moments he did.
Don't think too hard about it, you'll be frustrated you forgot.
Something should be there, but it just isn't.
Bedrock, jagged and black and blood red vines, like veins.
Something should be there, but it just isn't.
Ranboo held his head, tapping it like it could help him in any way. Anyway.
Something should be here.
Ranboo clutched his hair in his hands. It hurt.
Something should be here.
Frustration overwhelmed him. Why can't you remember? Why can't you remember?
Something should be here.
Memory book. He had a book. He had a book with memories. He had a book to make him remember.
Something should be here.
The book was musty. It was tattered. Ranboo flipped, flipped, flipped through it desperately.
Something should be here.
He's gone.
But it just isn't.
And now Ranboo remembered why he didn't want to look at the memory book.
He's gone.
Ranboo looked behind him. Flowers grew on the little hut. Their sweet scent floated through the air, into the sunset, into the craters below.
Something should be there.
But it just isn't.
No, it doesn't make any sense.
It doesn't make any sense.
He shouldn't be gone, he can't be gone, he was too vital.
He was too here to be gone.
How can someone like that just be gone?
Ranboo could feel the cavity in his chest grow bigger. Something was missing.
Something should be here, but it's not.
No.
No no no no no no no no no.
He was fine, he helped me.
That was what it said in the book.
He was a friend.
Something was missing.
He was a friend, so something was missing.
He was a friend, and now he is gone-
"NO!"
You realize you're totally alone when your voice echoes.
Ranboo's voice echoed through the streets.
The flowers swayed back and forth silently in the wind.
A purple allium waved happily at Ranboo.
And Ranboo's eyes hissed with steam.
Tears hurt more than they were supposed to.
"Ran?"
Ranboo exhaled in relief, a breath shakily releasing from his chest. A tear carved its way down his face.
"Tubbo."
Tubbo bounded over to him, tilting his head in concern, like the flowers.
Tubbo was full of life.
"You doing alright?"
The tear dripped off his face, and it fell onto the soft grass below.
"No."
He took another breath in, trying not to cry.
"I'm not."
"Oh no." Tubbo walked in front of him, standing on his tiptoes to wipe the water off of Ranboo's face. "What happened?"
"He's gone."
Tubbo kept on wiping his face methodically.
"Aren't you sad?"
Wipe, wipe. Tubbo's expression didn't change. Fluffy sleeves from Snowchester.
"Aren't you sad?"
Tubbo did not answer. Flowers in his chest exploded with panic.
"He's gone, right?"
More tears brimmed. More steam. More searing pain. Wipe, wipe.
"You remember, right?"
Wipe and try to forget.
"Tubbo, please tell me. Please tell me the truth."
Ranboo's eyes blinked again, Tubbo caught his tears.
"I can't stand being able to not remember."
Tubbo finally looked up. He looked Ranboo in the eye.
His eyes were blue like blue orchids and ice.
And the flowers swayed in the wind.
"I know he's gone." His voice was like his eyes. Ice. Bitter and angry and barely contained emotions and grief.
Weighing, crushing, sickly grief and guilt and sorrow.
And they both couldn't cry because they've learned not to do that.
"You didn't have to remind me."
Tubbo looked away, at his shoes. The leather was more interesting than the prospect of death.
"I didn't want to remember."
Tubbo stared at the ground. Ranboo inhaled in, and another shaky breath came out.
In and out, like the wind.
And the flowers swayed.
And Ranboo knew now why the streets were silent.
Because someone had left.
Friend or foe, villain or hero, whatever people thought of him.
He was gone now.
And something was missing that should be there.
And everyone felt the effects of grief.
And now there was a boy that didn't remember and a boy that wanted to forget standing in a patch of waving flowers.
Something was here, but now it just isn't.
Tommy was here, and now he just isn't.
There is a boy that didn't remember and a boy that wanted to forget.
And there was a third boy.
And now he is dead.
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Ranboo's having a writing competition, and I'm thinking of submitting this in. What do you guys think?
Edit: I submitted and I couldn't find my entry on any of the docs RIP. But I'm putting this here.
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