discontinued. tommyinnit & tubbo one-shots

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Tubbo gasped, shooting from his bed. His breathing quickened and he quickly became fully aware of his surroundings. Looking around rapidly, he sighed to himself, body shaking. He held his hands out in front of him and did the breathing exercises his best friend, Ranboo, told him to do the first time he'd seen him like this. Tubbo eventually calmed down, looking around this room. His face was half dry from the tears that were streaming down his face when he woke up. Throwing off his covers, he hastily climbed downstairs and grabbed his jacket, gloves and boots, fumbling with his jacket for a minute. He dipped his head, pulling the hood over his head. He made a quick exit and shut the door behind him, making his way towards the icy water. Carefully, Tubbo stepped over the water and his foot touched the ice. Cautiously, he quickly brought his other foot over, too. Tubbo quickly graced over the cool ice, one step at a time. He slipped, nearly falling but he regained his footing and balance, moving slower.

Stepping over potholes in the ice and jumping carefully over to new, fhick sheets of ice, he stood on the grass at last. The flowers were curled up, seeming to be dead, but he knew otherwise. His fingers grazed over the wood bench softly, then the empty jukebox. He moved to the front of the bench and sat on the icy, wet oak bench. He sighed, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. He sniffed, rubbing his hands together. He stared silently at the wooden grave before him, words hanging uselessly on it. He shivered, the sky growing lighter by the second as the sun rose behind him. He smiled, thinking to himself. Reminiscing on the good memories he and Tommy had shared. His breath hitched, a small hiccup escaping from his throat. No matter how hard he tried, he'd always end up here. Right here, sitting here, thinking his best friend died for nothing. Died to a green beast. He smiled softly.
As the stars retreated into nothingness, the sky grew a light blue. Tubbo sighed, standing up. The flowers uncurled themselves as the sun hit them through the thick line of spruce trees. As Tubbo began to return back to Snowchester, a thought crossed his mind.

I wonder what Ranboo's doing.

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