And he's red

°•Marry Me Juliet•°

Tubbo does a thing...

Insane AU

TW:Insanity, Toxic Friendship, Obsessive Behavior, Murder, Kidnapping (Implied), Blood.

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Their friendship was dangerous from the start, Tubbo being the son of the dead president, and Tommy being the brother of another dead president, they kept being friends for so long, but then Dream made Tubbo exile him, and now he didn't now what to do.

He remembers Wilbur talking to Tubbo, 'Stay away from Tommy!' he would say, but when they were alone Tommy would always tell him 'Please don't go!'.

Wilbur made his way into insanity, after a while he couldn't even recognize his own brother, because instead of a loving and caring man stood an insane and psychotic man, that wasn't his brother.

How could Tubbo betray him after all they have been through? After all they had shared?

'Tubbo take me somewhere we can be alone.' He said, 'All that's left to do is run.' He wanted to run away but they decided against it, they couldn't escape from their responsibility.

They would sneak at night just to talk a little, Wilbur didn't let him meet with Tubbo anymore, and Jschlatt was getting stricter with Tubbo's "Night walks."

Wilbur always tried to sneak his way into his mind, but he used to be able to recognize manipulation back then, because he cared more about Tubbo than the megalomaniac that called himself his brother.

The crazy man would treat him terribly, watching his every move, controlling every words he said, trying to make him think like himself.

He went to Tubbo after a while, begging him,

'Tubbo save me! He's trying to tell me how to feel!' Tubbo just hugged him and they cried together, trying to forget how everything went wrong.

He proposed the running away idea again, 'All you have to do is say yes.' he said, the manipulative ways of Wilbur creeping a little into him, but Tubbo made him realize what he was doing and he quickly apologized, they didn't talk about running away ever again.

And now he was all alone, exiled from his own country, exiled by his best friend, and trapped with no one but the man that helped his brother kill himself. He hated him, no matter how nice he acted, he would keep hating him.

He was still waiting for Tubbo to visit him, because it was Tubbo after all, he would visit, he just had to wait, and that's what he did.

He waited.

And waited.

And he kept waiting.

Slowly his hopes started fading away, he got tired of wondering if Tubbo would ever come around to see him.

He needed Tubbo, he needed his best friend, what would he do without Tubbo? He was nothing without his best friend, he noticed, without Tubbo he wasn't the same Tommy.

But how could he make Tubbo come to him? He couldn't go see him, he couldn't go and talk to him, and Tubbo probably wouldn't read a letter from him.

Exile made him realize that maybe he was the clingy one, because after a year and a half, Tubbo must have come, right? Did Tubbo miss him?

Maybe Tubbo didn't need him as much as he did, maybe Tommy was just hallucinating all the time and Tubbo didn't even want to be his friend, maybe he Tubbo looked at Tommy so happy, calling him his best friend, and filled with pity he agreed, was that why he didn't want to run away? Because he never actually considered Tommy his friend?

Did Tubbo never actually love him?

The realization made him cover his mouth with his hands, tears falling to the ground faster than they had ever done before, he curled up in a ball in the mud, covering his ears he said:

"Tubbo save me, I've been feeling so alone...I keep waiting for you but you never come, was it all in my head? I don't know what to think..." He sobbed, muttering his best friend's name again and again.

Soon a sharp pain made him gasp, and everything he could see through the tears turned to black.

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He woke up only to feel a headache already forming.*

He was in a bed, a white bed, in a white room, white floor, white walls, white ceiling, a white door and no window.

He approached the door slowly, he tried opening it, not really expecting it to open, but it did, and in front of him was a large hall, as white as the other room, he walked through it, and after minutes of walking through a white hall silently, he reached another door.

What the hell was this? Was he about to enter another endless hall?

He reached for the knob, and opened the door.

In front of him was a great garden, full of flowers and grass, he could even see a dark forest in the distance, but he wasn't focused on that.

In front of him, was a boy his age, with brown hair and big goat horns, they weren't that big before, they had grown.

The boy was wearing a suit, and was staring at him with pink eyes and a huge smile.

"Tommy! It's been a while! I missed you!" The boy, Tubbo, said.

"Tubbo!? What-How-What are you doing here!? Where is here!?" He approached him, but stopped quickly when he noticed something.

"Tubbo, wha-what did you-" Behind Tubbo, a grown up man, with tear marks in his cheeks, and a green hoodie laying in the grass, a broken smiley mask at his side, red liquid staining it.

"This? Well, Dream didn't want me to see you! So I killed him! I made him suffer for you Tommy! But that's not interesting." He approached Tommy, who was staring with wide eyes at the dead body of the dirty blonde.

Tubbo took his hands, making him look at him, pink staring into blue, Tommy noticed the blood on Tubbo's hair and face.

"Tommy, this is completely platonic but..." He kneeled to the ground and pulled out a ring and said, "Marry me Tommy! You'll never have to be alone! I love you and that's all I really know! I talked to your dad, go pick out a suit you like! It's a great story, Tommy just say..."

"Yes."

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"So I just have to give this to Tubbo?" Ghostbur looked at the ring in his hands, if he focused enough he could see little pink particles leaving it.

Tommy nodded, "Give it to him and I won't be sad anymore, please Ghostbur, it's the only thing you have to do for me." Ghostbur smiled at him, and Tommy smirked once he turned away.

He just had to wait for the  love potion to make it's magic.

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Sup.

See how I didn't clarify who was crazy at the beginning? Ayeeeee. Btw all platonic here-

I literally wrote this while listening to the song above, and dang I really liked it-

Thoughts?

Welp, I hope you enjoyed and...

Bye~

(*)=Ayee 696 words ayeeee.