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Title: I'm Glad I Die in Your Arms

Type of story: Angst

This is she/her pronouns.

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Y/N POV

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It was the 16th of November. Jschlatt has planned a festival. I was walking around L'manburg or should I say Manberg, it was a chilly November and I could feel the wind through my outfit. It was a white dress with a red bow on on the back and I had red and blue bows in my hair. I could feel the sadness in the air. It was boring with Tommy and Wilbur being there. There was no Tommy scream or Wilbur's high pitch laugh. He was gone....

Or were they?? My boyfriend, Tubbo and I were spies for Pogtopia. If you didn't know, Wilbur and Tommy live underground in their new nation Pogtopia.

I felt a hand on my should, making me jump and knocking me out of my thoughts. I turn around to meet brown eyes. It was Quackity, asking me with a worried look if I was okay.

"Oh, yeah." I smiled kindly at him. 

"So, uhh, are you heading to the festival??" he asked

"Yeah," I said.

"I'll walk you," he said. I nodded and we walked together to the festival together.

Manberg looked better than it every have since Wilbur left. It was bright and colorful, something I haven't seen in quite a long time. Schlatt and his cabinet did a really good job. When we arrived, Tubbo was already there.

"Hey Y/N!!" he said as he smiled. I ran up to him and hugged him, my face buried in his shoulder. (Y/N is 5'4.) He wrapped his arms around me. I pecked him on the lips. 

Once everyone else arrived, the festival began. 

President Schlatt gave this whole as speech and if I'm going to be honest, it was fucking boring. Tubbo and I were standing on the side while we watched him speak. Jschlatt was probably drunk of course. He smelled of alcohol and cigarettes.

Once he was done, he called Tubbo over from the side to come give a speech. During the speech, Fundy almost accidentally killed Schlatt and then died while trying to get away from Technoblade.

"Is there anything else is the speech, big guy?" Schlatt asked, but something was off, his voice was a little suspicious...

"No," Tubbo responded.

"Alright," Schlatt said. Then Quackity and Schlatt started boxing him in concrete and cobblestone. Fundy asked why he was encased in pee which would've made be giggle, but I had a bad feeling about this. I was debating whether to help Tubbo or run. I couldn't leave him though, something bad could happen. I was too scared, I just stood there.

Tubbo tried his hardest to get out and convince Schlatt to let him out, but there was no use. Niki begged him to let Tubbo out, but it was hopeless. 

"YOU'VE BEEN WORKING WITH THE ENEMY, WITH THE- WITH THE TYRANTS, that we exiled from this country," he sighed. "I don't know if you know this, but treason, treason isn't accepted in this country." He called Technoblade up to the stage. 

"Take him out," Schlatt said.

"To dinner?" Technoblade said, trying to make a lighthearted joke. There was no way, Technoblade wouldn't KILL his brother right? I mean, sure he could be heartless, but he still cared surely.

"You know what I mean," Schlatt said in a pissed off tone.

"Haha, I don't."

"Kill him," he demanded.

Technoblade walked up to Tubbo, rocket launcher in hand. He couldn't, he wouldn't!

"I'm sorry Tubbo, I'll make it as painless as possible." Then there was a loud bang and an explosion of color. I flinched and closed my eyes, wishing that this wasn't real. I opened my eyes when the commotion was over. It was pure silence. My eyes widened and tears filled my eyes. Blood was everywhere. It covered the concrete, the cobblestone, and lastly, Tubbo...

My adrenaline started pumping and I started to become aware of what was going on. I ran to him, "TUBBO!! TUBBO, OH MY GOD!!" I pick up his body and lay it on the stage.

He wasn't dead, he was still breathing!! His eyes opened slightly, they were unfixed, but I could tell he was looking at me. He still had a small shimmer is his brown eyes. I ripped off a piece of my dress and covered the wound. "Tubbo, you're gonna be okay." His head was in my lap as I looked down at him, hot tears dripping off my face. "You're gonna be okay." Our tears mixed on his face.

"I'm glad I get to die in your arms," and like that, I watched the shimmer in his eyes disappear as they look away from me and his body went limp.

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A/N: Me totally not writing this is school and trying to bawl my eyes out, I gonna make myself cry. 😩

Word count: 831

Notes: I didn't read this over