Dancing Through Time (KARL X READER!)

Chapter 23 ✨

TW: Grief, Sadness, Mention of Death,

Just another normal day in the Dream smp ig

You didn't know where to go.

You'd ended up in your cottage, with everything in it's familiar place. Only it didn't feel like home at the moment. You'd pathetically cried out your eyes until you fell asleep, staring at the dying fire and listening to the rain echo your feelings.

When you had woken up you'd headed to the washroom and saw how much of a mess you were. You were numb with the cold, and when the adrenaline rushed off, you were a tired, heartbroken mess. You wouldn't accept that Sam didn't protect Tommy enough, or that Dream was 'safe' inside the prison.

All you accept was that Tommy was dead.

And if no one was doing anything about it, you would.

You brushed out your hair, and styled it to your preference. You threw on whatever you felt like, never checking to the mirror if there needed to be anything to change. You were going to head out, one hand on the door, one foot raised in the air to start running away from your problems.

You didn't know where to go.

There wasn't much else to go. It didn't feel right to go visit Karl, and you felt too embarrassed to visit Quackity right after how you ran away.

A small note you had posted against your wall a long time ago suddenly fluttered down to the floor. You picked it up and read it, before pocketing it and stepping out the door.

You knew where to go.

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Tubbo had given you a small note, right after the war. (Most Previous 'War')

He'd apparently started his own faction on the Dream smp, and recruited others to join him.

On the note, it showed the coordinates to his home. The ground turned frozen and snow crunched under your shoes as you walked towards his house. A small cottage, next to a construction site of logs and stone, was your destination.

You lightly knocked on the door. A few sounds in the house stopped, before heading towards the door and opening it.

Tubbo.

"Hey Tubbo." you said quietly.

A few snowflakes had begun to fall from the sky, twirling in circles before meeting the ground. It was beautiful.

Tubbo didn't say anything but his arms wrapped around you as he hugged you. As you hugged him back, you realised he was sobbing softly. "Hey, Hey. It'll be okay, alright?" You said gently as you let him cry on his shoulder. Kind of funny how you came here to be comforted, but instead you were comforting Tubbo. You didn't really mind.

You saw Ranboo peek his head from around the door and you gave him a comforting smile. You guided Tubbo to the couch in his house, and sat down next to him as he cried.

Tommy and Tubbo were the best of friends, and you'd heard of how far his relationship went back. It hurt him as much as it hurt you, maybe even more.

You heard a scuffle beside you and looked in shock as a young piglin in overalls climbed down a set of ladders that led upstairs. You stood up alarmed, until the piglin cocked his head to the side and looked at you curiously.

"Oh, this is our adopted son, Michael!" Ranboo introduced.

Michael gave you a small wave as you gave him a small smile and waved back. You sat back down on the couch, before questioning Tubbo and Ranboo.

"Adopted?" You asked. "Um, ya. Me and Ranboo are platonically married." Tubbo said as he wiped away any tears on his face. He smiled as Michael came up to him, masking on a happy face for his son. "Oh, Congrats guys!" You said as you eyed Michael.

You felt yourself get a bit nervous as he turned to look at you, but it all disappeared as he gave you a warm smile. "Oh!" you exclaimed as you remembered something, and you pulled out a flower from your inventory. You handed it to Michael, and you smiled as his eyes glowed.

"My name is (Y/N), nice to meet you Michael."

Michael smiled again as he hugged the flower close to his chest, and you couldn't help but smile back.

And then a dark voice clouded over your head, 'If you don't do something about that bastard, Dream, he's going to hurt Michael.'

What the actual fuc-

(Intrusive thoughts can go jump off a bridge)

It was true that your mental health was possibly degrading by the second, that whatever voice just spoke in your head was from the grief and anger that was built up in you. Maybe it was the 'Egg'. You really had to sort out your problems.

"I was just stopping by to see how you guys were holding up, and I've got plans, people to meet, y'know?" you said quickly as you stood up.

Ranboo and Tubbo nodded.

"Um (Y/N), we were going to hold a small, " Tubbo's voice choked up, " A small funeral for him. Maybe bring some flowers, plant them around his house."

You nodded, and tried to hold back any emotion that would break you again.

You rushed through the 'goodbyes', and left.

You knew that Sam wouldn't let you into the prison so soon, especially not right after the 'Incident'. It would be awfully suspicious.

You would have to work your way around it, and as you trudged through the cold snow a plan formed in your mind.

A sly smile played on your lips, but logic was torn by emotion in you.

Dream would never see it coming.

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You stood outside his house with Tubbo and Ranboo.

Everything inside hadn't changed, and outside was the same.

The colorful flowers that once held emotion felt numb and cold in your hands, or that could've been the wind mixed with the cloudy sky. You silently planted the flowers, small groups of them one by one into flower pots. Your hands grew stiff from the cold, and muddy from the dirt, but you couldn't care any less.

Once you all finished, you just stood and looked at the house.

The brown dirt held flowers that bloomed with life. So happy. So joyful and innocent. They didn't know what meaning they held, what last gift they offered, sitting in the cold ground.

You felt tears well up in your eyes again, and this time you let them fall silently to the ground.

"Goodbye Tommy." You said, voice unwavering despite the heaviness that the air held. "I hope we can be the siblings we wanted to be in the next life..."

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