One day

Chapter 8 ~ I'm not melodramatic, I'm just problematic beyond belief

[Art by shmecked ~ Twitter]

[~Hello ladies, lads and gentlethems! (yes i think i robbed this for someone. I can't remember who but I thought it was a really creative way to put it haha) Sorry for the wait. It's been a bit chaotic with school and whatnot but do not fret! I actually got something decent for you guys :] TW for this story consists of slight injury descriptions (only in Niki's POV) and mentions of Techno's 'chat' Hope you enjoy :D]

~Niki's POV~

I teared up as he turned from me.. Tubbo was just a kid.. They were just kids.. Why could no one fathom this?

I quickly ran into the back, returning with tissue and bandages. As I turned the corner however, I saw him slumped near the door, struggling to stay conscious..

I kneeled down next to him pulled his body towards me, laying his head on my knees.. I heard him groan quietly as I began to gently wipe the wound.

There was blood all down his face.. How deep had the person gone?

"Tubbo. I know this might be hard but stay awake for me.. alright?" I said softly as I watched him flinch. I began to wrap the bandages around his face, trying my best not to cause him any more distress..

~Tommy's POV~

It had been so long since I had been in dad's warm embrace.. It was peaceful.. For the first time in a year, I didn't feel as if I was going to be attacked.. I.. actually felt protected.. Like everything was going to be alright..

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But peace never lasts for ever.. I knew that all too well..

I slowly sat up, looking at all the sleeping bodies huddled together on Techno's small couch. I smiled.. I looked over at the small fox boy who was being held tightly by Ghostbur.. I had never really taken the time to notice how much Fundy actually looked like Sally.. It must have been difficult for Wilbur after her death.. To look at your son and only see your dead lover.

I watched as he began to shake ever so slightly. He woke up and looked around making small whimpering sounds. It was evident in his eyes that he was only half awake. I watched as he became increasingly panicked and as I was about to try and calm him down, he noticed Ghostbur.

I frowned.. His injuries must've forced him back to the inbetween.. Fundy however smiled, not noticing the difference. His fear seemingly dissipated as lay back down. Ghostbur wrapped his arms back around him subconsciously. There were large black circles round his eyes.. New L'Manburg must've taken a toll on him.

New L'Manburg... The one place that caused all of my family's problems.. The one place that caused everyone's problems.. It corrupted so many innocent people.. Eret, Fundy, Quackity.. Tubbo.... Wilbur. Friendships.. Relationships.. Family.. All torn apart by one dastardly country..

I turned around, desperately scanning the room for something to distract myself from my thoughts. Tucked away near a ladder, was a bookshelf. Techno would probably kill me if I touched anything of his but It's not like death really bothered me anymore. The one plus side about being on my last life was that I had experienced death already. I had also had countless injuries that almost killed me so the idea of being murdered again didn't bother me.

Trying my best to be quiet, I made my way towards it and began to inspect the book spines. I noticed a label at the top of the bookcase that read, 'original's of Ghostbur's history books'.. History books?

One ragged book in particularly caught my eye, 'Diary of L'Manburg. I gently pulled it out and opened it with care. The first page in particular made everything freeze, 'Today, We officially marked L'Manburg's independence.'