((Warnings: death, heavy angst, memory loss))
There were certain things, little things, which never failed to put Tubbo on edge.
Small spaces. Crowds. Loud sounds.
But none of those had the absolute ache of a silent house. It had been so quiet the last few months, yet still he wasn't accustomed to it. He wasn't sure he could ever grow to feel at home in the silence again.
He gasped as he heard the front door click, the sound echoing through the empty house. Ranboo was home. He wiped at his eyes, trying to pull himself together as quickly as possible. He didn't want him to see, couldn't let him see. Explaining why he'd been crying last week had nearly broken him, he couldn't keep doing it. Over and over. It'd been five times now, five times that he'd had to break the news.
"Tubbo? Are you home?" his voice echoed through the halls which were suddenly far too big.
He took one last deep breath before opening their bedroom door to go greet him, forcing a smile. It'd gotten easier over time as he repressed the rest.
"Yeah! I'm up here!" he called as he walked to the stairs. He could see him at the door now, running down to meet him, practically tackling him.
"Oh!" Ranboo stumbled back with a startled laugh. "I missed you too." He hugged back, completely oblivious as per usual. It was better that way, Tubbo tried to convince himself. It was better, him not knowing.
It'd only taken a couple of months for him to forget. Anything not constant in his life tended to fade out for him quickly, and though this did take a little longer than most things, it was hardly any different.
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There were certain things, little things, which never failed to make Tubbo cry these days.
Big spaces. Empty rooms. Silence.
He envied Ranboo. Ranboo didn't remember the day that they had woken up to silence for the first time. Didn't remember the search that came after. Didn't remember when Puffy had called them three weeks in to tell them that the search was over, she'd found him.
Didn't remember that their Michael, their baby, was dead.
How could he?
How could he remember the death of a child he no longer remembered had ever existed to begin with?
((So I heard Michael isn't present on the updated SMP? Not sure if that's true, but figured I might as well hurt you all just in case <3))
((Angst go brrrr))
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FanfictionWe got SBI, Ranboo, Tubbo Come get your content Mostly angst, fluff, hurt/comfort READ THE A/N at the beginning for warnings/rules! marked as complete for now. that may change, focusing on other books rn
