𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 ,, 𝐬𝐛𝐢

:: ghost tubbo

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tommy's pov;

     we won, we did it. no more being scared, no more torture.

i looked beside me, the bench now cold and seemingly more lifeless.

but for a price.

tubbo, so kind and brave. but i was angry towards him. how could he sacrifice himself for l'manburge? a shitty no good country i came to realize.
nothing good ever came from it, nothing but tubbo. he was the only good, only good thing in my life. he came from manburge, he fought for manburge alongside me.
he didn't deserve this, he didn't deserve to leave the way he did.

my head fell into my hands, sobbing i screamed. how fucking stupid he was, and oh how i hated him. oblivious tubbo, like always.

"thank you, for being my friend."

"tubs?"
he was there, on the bench. but not really. ghost tubbo. he looked pale and see through, but still the same tubbo. he wore a smile on his rosy cheeks and his cloths weren't torn anymore. if i'd new better, i'd say he looks happy. i can't remember the last time i'd seen him like this.

he turned and grinned at me, "from that moment i first met you i'd knew i'd follow you everywhere."  he looked back over l'manburge from our spot on the bench. "and i have, we all have. and if i could i'd do it all over again. and i wouldn't change a thing."

my hands shook as i watched my tears land on them. i could taste the salt on my lips from the water falls.
his hand moved to hold one of mine, bringing my gaze back to him.

"my hope for you? is when you're looking back years from now, you'll be able to say the same."

he handed me a polaroid, me wilbur, niki, phil, techno, fundy, quackity, karl, sapnap - the whole bunch. tubbo.

"the futures in your hands now tommy, i know you'll find a way to do what's right. you always have."

then he was gone, just like that. as if he was never there to begin with. "checkmate, mate."

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wc :: 353