How could you forget?

The decision of Snowchester

Ranboo POV:

I fall to the couch, hoping for a dreamless sleep. I don't get one. I don't know how I still get nightmares, considering I hardly know any people. I guess since I know my whole family, I can have nightmares about them. And I do. 

Tubbo dying numerous ways. Micheal dying many ways as well. I even see Technoblade die once or twice, but my mind blocks these out, as per the saying, Technoblade never dies. 

I wake up feeling like I slept for hours, but hardly got any rest. When I woke up, some small part of my mind thought Phil would come in and say that everyone I had remembered had died. That would be crushing. But instead of Phil coming in, Tubbo did. I felt a seemingly heavy weight lift off my chest as I saw him. My face must have shown obvious relief, because Tubbo asked, "Bad dream?" I nod tiredly. "Did you get any rest?" Tubbo asked worriedly. "Some, don't worry." I rush to say. Tubbo nods, but not all worry leaves his face.

 "Do you want to know who I remembered?" I ask, trying to the subject from my well-being. "Yes. I do want to know." Tubbo admits. "I remembered Micheal." I whispered happily. Tubbo's face completely lights up. "Really?" He asks, his voice barely a whisper. I nod joyously. Tubbo jumps onto the couch and hugs me really tightly. I laugh with giddiness, glad and surprised that I managed to make Tubbo this happy. "We should go back to Snowchester. I bet Micheal would be happy to see you." Tubbo noted. "I would be happy to see him too!" I say, and Tubbo laughs lightly.

 Phil walks in and asks, " Where do you guys want to go next, or who do you want to meet next?" Phil looks at us quizzically. "Snowchester!" We both yell. Phil laughs. "Micheal?" We nod in agreement. Phil makes a clicking sound, like he expected this. "Ok. I have horses. I can stay and watch Micheal after, so you two can take Tommy." Tubbo smiles at the mention of Tommy, but I just sort of nod. I can't help but get the feeling that I will be awkward around Tommy, because I don't remember him.

 I just hope Tubbo doesn't start liking Tommy better than me. It would be warranted, because I hardly remember anything from more than three days ago, and even the stuff I do remember is fading fast. I really do have the memory of a goldfish.  

A/N

I am back at school!

-Cat