TW// Suicide mentions
Nobody's POV
Tubbo sat at his desk, still bandaged from Dream's attack. Quackity had given up on the poor kid and Fundy was still pissed from him exiling his best friend. The small ram sighed as he stared at his feather and notebook, being unable to spring up a single thought. Jesus he was sick of the silence that made his ears ring. Tubbo's ears perked up at a knock on his door.
"Come in!" Tubbo exclaimed while rubbing his eyes.
Ghostbur came in with tear stained cheeks and petrified eyes.
"Shit man! What happened?" The teen asked as he stood up in a concerned manor.
"Tommy... he..." The ghost stuttered.
Tubbo's eyebrow raised with confusion. "What about Tommy?".
"I went to visit him in logstedshire.. and he... he was hanging, he killed himself Tubbo! He's dead! My little brother killed himself!" Ghostbur's voice was pained as he screamed and cried.
Tubbo froze, had Tommy actually died? No, that doesn't sound right. But when HAS Ghostbur actually made up some sick prank? Never. He was dead. Tommy is dead.
"Tommy's dead..?" Tubbo's eyes pricked with tears.
"Yes! He's dead, he is gone forever!" Ghostbur sobbed.
The ram's lip quivered. No.. NO! He can't be gone. He's only 16! This must be a joke. Tommy is fine, he is not dead.
"He's gone.... no.. NO! YOU'RE LYING! H..- just, go before you see me cry." Tubbo whined, covering his eyes, not allowing tears to slip.
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It had been a few weeks after everyone was informed of Tommy's death, they were devastated. However, they didn't know what was coming. Aside from grief and tears, everyone had learned their lesson. They all learned that a 10% problem that could be fixed so easily doesn't deserve a 100% punishment. That children shouldn't be participating in wars and elections. But nobody listened to the poor children's cries for them to stop making them do these traumatizing things.
It was a sunny day, the heat was insufferable but everyone in the SMP decided to deal with it. Tubbo also stepped down as president and made L'Manburg a public walking space and that it was now public property. Everyone agreed on no more wars taking place.
Tubbo was sweating as he tried to build a gravestone for Tommy.
"Jesus, I'm gonna have heatstroke if I keep going!" Tubbo complained.
"Yes, I know but we have to make a grave for him!" Fundy groaned.
"Dammit you're right, but I'll punt the damn sun if it gets any hotter!" Swore Tubbo.
"Guys..? Who's that?" Quackity asked, pointing to a ghostly figure that floated towards the group.
They all looked up to see a ghost with blonde hair, a brown coat on that looked way too similar to Alivebur's, a pair of black muddy converses, beige shorts that are ripped and covered in blood and a baseball t-shirt along with a pair of a white long-sleeved shirt under. They looked unbearably similar to Tommy.
"No, no, no, hold on a fucking second..." Fundy whispered.
Tubbo looked shocked.
"Tommy..?"
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