Survivors

27. Another step another step back

Ranboo POV

It had been a month since George and Tommy had passed away. George had died unexpectedly in his sleep. And Tommy had been murdered by Dream, who coincidentally fled the safe haven to avoid being hunted down.

Jokes on him everyone's been looking for him, even ordered to shoot on sight if seen. I usually wouldn't condone something like this, but given the circumstance I could care less about his life.

Tubbo was struck hard by the sudden death of our friend. He sobbed for hours and didn't even get out of bed for days. And Michael didn't understand any of it. He knew Tommy was from through, and if he ever saw Dream that he should just start running cause no one knew who he would hurt next.

Over time Tubbo eventually got over it enough to where he wasn't sobbing himself to sleep every night.

And his family, god they didn't take it well at all. Nobody saw Phil for weeks, I barely knew anything about Tommy's relationship with his father, but I knew it wasn't the best. His mother took it better than her husband did, or that's just what she showed. Who knows, she could be crying every night. Techno hasn't spoken to anyone, and when hearing the news of his brothers passing he shed a single tear before excusing himself from the room.

And Wilbur, oh Wilbur. He took it the worst. He shut himself off from everybody, even his own son, who cried for his fathers attention and love. Wilbur slowly grew insane, and even spoke about just lighting L'Manburg on fire quit often.

Karl has been slowly losing his memory, getting worse day by day. Sapnap had told us that we had to introduce ourselves to him by our name first when we meet him, and if he asked if we had met before to just say no. He said that he didn't want Karl to feel stressed out about not remembering people, especially when there's several of us around him.

I wanted to clear my head, so I walked towards the edge of the walls, looking over the water. I was at Tommy's grave. I sat there from time to time, and when I say this I mean like five to six times a week. I barely knew Tommy but he was a much nicer person than he let off. And he deserved to die of old age, not brutal murder.

No one deserved that.

I stare at his grave, the sunrise peaked over the trees and beautiful rays of colored light shone through their leaves. The trees danced in the morning breeze.

I sat at the grave in silence for several minutes before I heard the crack of twigs breaking. I drew my knife from my pocket and turned quickly at the direction the sound came from, just to be standing face to face with the man, the murdered, and my least favorite person, Dream.

"What a shame that happened to him." He said, moving forward. I took a step back. "All he had to do was shut up."
Another step, another step back.
"But he didn't."
Another step.
"And he payed the price."

I was on the dock at this point, the second worst part about being confronted by Dream right now was the fact that I didn't know how to swim.

"What do you want?" I asked him loudly, trying to get someone to hear and come running to help.

"Easy. I want you to let me in there so I can take the rest of them down." He replied with a psychotic smile. I vigorously shook my head no.

"Then you get the same fate at Tommy then." He said whilst running at me, tackling me into the water.

Tubbo POV

"What do you want?" Was all I heard Ranboo say before I started sprinting towards the forest the help him. He was in danger, I knew it.

"Tubbo where are you going?" Michael asked, jogging up to me. "Michael not now. Ranboo's in danger." I said, sprinting towards his voice. But Michael didn't listen.

I got the Tommy's grave by the docks and saw water splashing everywhere, bubble floating to the surface before slowing down to the point where you couldn't see them anymore. And I parried to god that it was Dream dead and not Ranboo.

But my prayer was wrong. Dream submerged from the water, and made eye contact with me. "I did what I had to do." Was all he said before screaming, signaling to the zombies that we were here.

The thing about where Tommy's grave was that it was on The outskirts of L'Manburg, but it was outside of the wall. What a stupid decision.

Dream ran away, and into the safety of L'Manburg while tens of zombies ran towards us. Michael hugged me as I sank into the ground, we were going to die.

"I'm Scared Tubbo." He said, sniffling as tears flooded down his face. "I know. But we'll make it through all of this okay. We will. Just hold on okay. Think happy thoughts, and don't let go." I held him as tight as I could, kissing the top of his head.

And I let the hoard of zombies take us. I only wish I couldn't said a proper goodbye, but I guess this was enough knowing that I would get to see Tommy and Ranboo again soon, and that Michael would never be alone again.

And I died, walking into the light, hand in hand with the little boy who I had found in that field.

Everything was finally at peace.
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