Ariadne: a story of the dream smp

in memoriam

A/n:

Yes hi hello ayup
Sorry for the very late update some stuff came up but I was just eating my period pain away and thought of a way to end my book so I'm gonna try to get updates out as fast as possible. Let's hope the end makes you cry cos that's the plan :)
Depending on the ending, I'll let y'all decide if you want a sequel but uh yea let's get on with it ig

OH LMFAO SORRY HERES WHAT HAPPENED LAST CHAPTER IF YOU SKIPPED IT:
ya basically lia went to hannahs for her birthday, they got tipsy and then lia felt guilty since she promised with big q to not drink cos of schlatt and had a flashback in bathroom, lia doesn't like being called aurelia anymore cos schlatt abused her (mentally & physically) and then like started to remember his words when she looked in mirror, anywho it ended with hannah hanging the phone up with someone :)

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"I'm so sorry for your loss, we all loved him"

"We're praying for you dear"

"I'll always treasure the time we had, feel free to come by anytime"

"He was such a darling, I always loved him"

"May he Rest In Peace"

All of these are things people have said to me about Tommy. They are "praying for my health" and "mourning their friendships".

What lying assholes.

They didn't love him, find him nice, even talk to him without judging his every movement. The sad fact is, no one cares he died. Phil doesn't give a fuck. Techno shrugs the shit off. Wilbur's probably laughing at Tommy wherever the hell they are. Tubbo fucking laughed when he found out. No one cares.

So now I'm here. Sitting at the word-carved bench on the sunny fucking day. Alone.

I frown as the wind whistles around me, trees blowing in the light wind. The clouds are no where to be seen, the sun high in the sky. I haven't seen the dreaded Dreamon in two days and I feel weaker each passing minute with the egg infecting me.

I'd be fine with dying right now.

It's as simple as that.

I'm not peaceful, I've done shitty things. I don't care where I go. I just don't want to be here. A place I once called home with pride, a place where my best friend is getting tortured for something I can't help with, a place my twin brother got murdered in the hands of someone I once looked up to.

I don't know what's happening for certain with anything. And, I'm scared to know what is.

So I'm ok with dying right now.

...

Of course it won't come, not with me sitting still on a haunted bench. But I can hope.

Sighing, I walk around the bench and to the tree thats been there for as long as I can remember.

Biting my tongue, I gently tie a green bandana around the tree trunk closest to me. A pair of red and yellow bandanas are already hung by it, one being Tubbo's, another being mine. I stare for a moment before looking back down to Oli.

The small dog looks better already, even with the bald spot where a bandage is wrapped over a wound.

"Hey bud, I think we're gonna go to to Puffy's, yea?" He continues to stare at me with a blank expression.

"Ok, thanks for the input." I mumble, looking up to Tommy's house, then to the poorly built statues around it.

It's nice people tried to act like they cared. Maybe they did, awhile ago. Just not recently.

Eret's cape is still set on a stick drawing of paper where they began to build a statue.

In all honesty, this is the best statue. Eret and Tommy have been through an interesting history together, with betrayals and a lot of yelling. But, at the end of the day, Eret was genuinely guilty, feeling terrible for the acts he committed. It's nice to see someone change for the better. And it's clear they did. Which is why I know Eret feels terrible for Tommy's death.

Also because on nights I've cried outside, I'll see the royal walking around, head hung low and nothing to show of their special little status. Just tears running down his face of guilt for something he shouldn't feel guilt for anymore.

So I think his statue has the most meaning, even if it looks like shit.

"Ok, let's go." I run my hands over my face and snap my fingers to Oli as I begin to walk down the wooden prime path. It feels wrong doing it now, especially without Tommy yelling for money to be thrown at him, something that he picked up when Phil would order his crows to drop money on us when we'd build the path.

Quackity brought up an interesting thought the other day, about the afterlife. Where would we go. If the Nether is hell, and the Bed Wars are... ok they aren't Heaven thats for sure, but if they are "up there", then, what happens? Is everywhere hell? Cause it sure feels like it. Maybe there's just a void for us to all suffer in. Maybe the ones who want to die get tortured more, maybe less? Maybe we have our own personal limbo.

I think mine would be a nice flower field, I want it to be at least. A calm place that brings back a lot of memories. Always peaceful and at least a bit of light, music playing in the background. I'd like that.

Things don't seem to go my way often though, so if I were to die, I'd probably end up anywhere but there.

Maybe not though.

A/n:

*slowly smirks*