The Original Minors Of The Dream Smp.

Flowers

ELLO WELCOME BACK!

No prompt (again)

Warnings: pretty heavy, read at own risk :]

Enjoy!
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Tommy walked into the garden he called his second home. He had planted and made everything in the garden by hand, and all by himself.

He went over to his over growing flowers, the small breeze gently making his blonde hair sway. He grabbed a purple small violet, and white rose, and a green daylily, before (carefully) stuffing them into a small pouch he had hanging off his hip. He cursed at himself for allowing the garden to over grow, before walking out off the small place. He took a nice calming walk to his friends, down the prime path. It was a beautiful day and he was glad he chose to meet them today.

He then walked up a pretty tall hill, one he always dreaded to walk up, but it was always worth it. The breeze was still blowing in his hair. 

He eventually, made it to the top. His smile widened as he saw his three friends. He ran over to them, shouting a 'HEY BOYS!' Once he got close enough.

He went over to ranboo first, having to sit down when he reached him. He let out a small chuckle as he placed the flower infront of ranboo. He looked up, seeing the stone-carved shape infront of him, and read out loud what it said. 'RANBOO BELOVED. XXXX-2021. COD: BEING DROWNED BY WATER. MAY HE FORVER REST IN PEACE, AND MAY HIS SCARS BE HEALED.' Tommy sniffled a bit. No he wasn't crying, shut up. He scooted over to purpled, being glad that the gravestones were close to eachother. He placed down the violet, reading his gravestone as well as if he hadn't read these thousands of times before. 'PURPLED. XXXX-2021. COD: HIS OWN BROTHER DREAM, HIM LOSING IN A SWORD FIGHT. MAY HE FORVER REST IN PEACE, AND SHALL HE GET REVENGE ON HIS BROTHER.' Tommy sighed, scooting over one last time to Tubbo. His old pal. 'TUBBO UNDERSCORE BELOVED. XXXX-2021. COD: PLAYING AROUND WITH NUKES AND NOT LOOKING CAREFULLY. MAY HE FOREVER REST IN PEACE, AND STILL BE SMILING.' Tommy's face at this point, had tear tracks as he placed down the last flower he brought. He let out a shaky sigh, standing up, and smiling at the stones. "I promised I'll always be happy for you guys. So maybe, don't look at my tears," Tommy laughed out wiping them, "....I miss you guys a hell of a lot." He knew no one was there, and it was stupid, but he was actually wrong. Beside each gravestone lived the ghost of his friends that only they could see eachother. Oh, how they wish they could make it easier on the boy.

And how much Tommy wished he could have saved them.

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WOO!

I need to write more fluff but- no.

I hope y'all enjoyed :D

Drink some water,

Ace

DHKSKSKS I START SCHOOL IN TWO WEEKS