only tommy too. not wilbur or techno. just tommy danger kraken innit.
tommy made a lot of friends in that time, Mexican Dream... he died though. ninja.... he left though.
all he had left was technoblade and a deranged wilbur.
wilbur grew paranoid every second that passed. he built another nation, pogtopia, to take his mind off of it. but he felt as if everyone was turning against him. even niki.
he was always cautious of technoblade ever since the mostly Americans betrayed him. and when tommy was in association with dream, it made him even more insane.
he lacked sleep. the thought of someone killing him in his sleep haunted him. he got a total of 4 hours of sleep a week. at l'manburg, he used to get 5.
"wilbur! today is the day! we take back l'manburg! we get to see tubbo, fundy, niki, phil..." tommy ranted while jumping around excitedly. wilbur barely blank, sitting as still as a statue. his eyes trained on the bright green jumper that didn't match the leaves at all. 'twas dream, also staring at wilbur.
well wilbur couldn't really tell cause the mask and his posture-
BUT! the point is, he didn't move an inch. watching the trio carefully.
"guys, i'm gonna scope out the festival, be there by 3 pm sharp, k?"
"yes sir!" tommy continued dancing around, listening to chirp.
the female astronaut name clara. floating around in space because she has nothing better to do. probably Egyptian.
meanwhile, schlatt and technoblade were conversing.
"its deal time baby!"
"get on with it. i feel my life wasting away as we speak."
"oh shut the fuck up. anyways, he planned the festival, everything is in order. you say when i say. got it?"
"this is peer pressure."
"good."
tommy was jumping along the path. wilbur sluggishly followed.
he knew everyone was siding with pogtopia. but seeing them all happily walking around the festival unnerved him.
they viewed form a tall tree, unable to sit on l'manburg's destroyed walls. schlatt gathered everyone around to sit in the chairs in front of the of the stage.
"everyone! welcome to the festival!"
cheers, the loudest ones from fundy.
"please thank tubbo for putting this wonderful thing together! now tubbo, a speech please!"
"i've never-"
"now."
"umm.. i planned this festival, inviting everyone! dream, technoblade, wilbur and tommy innit!"
schlatt nodded in confirmation, basically saying he gave pernission.
they all came down, awkwardly standing in the back. except techno. where was he?
"uh that's it! please enjoy-" a whistle cut him off. it was jschlatt.
the code word.
from atop the broken white house, something whistled in the air, straight for tubbo.
it was a firework. red white and blue littered the stage as it made contact with the boy.
everyone sat quietly and horrified before rushing to see the damage.
the ones who knew him teared up.
the little suit he wore was torn and ashy, the explosion burning and tearing holes in the cotton fabric.
the firework imbedded in his gut still crackled and popped once in a while. some sparks still danced along his skin, the red, white, and blue colors burning his milky skin.
torturing his poor body after death. mocking him.
the worst part was his eyes. what used to be a vibrant, ocean blue, was now a dull, white blue. like a cloudy sky. whoever caught the stare was unable to look away.
schlatt was the first to look away, trying to force a laugh but it came out as a pitiful chuckle. so he settled for that stupid smirk, glancing up to see what technoblade was doing.
the pig man was also trapped in the gaze. even when others brought their eyes away, lowering their heads, his bright red eyes clashed with milky blue eyes from a huge distance away. as if it was only tubbo and technoblade.
it was when niki let out a horrendous sob and shut the poor boys eyes was when the man stood up straight and turned away.
schlatt looked away from the man who left and started mumbling to himself.
"a few dead, more gone, the rest on their way!"
tubbo's body was gently lifted by some unknown force, being circled in white before disappearing. everyone ran towards his house, where he last slept.
there, the boy was tucked gently under the covers, his hair brushed away from his face. everybody heard someone whisper wake up, and his eyelids snapped open, looking around.
"what happened?"
dream merely grunted in anger, running to the ruined shrine. everyone not noticing his departure
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
