How Dream got his mask and other stories

Fireworks

tw: death, blood, knives

!!DISCLAMER!! this is NOT canon, i just wanted to write a dramatic death scene

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Tubbo was hit with the knife at the very end of the battle.

Oddly enough, he was calm.

His first panicked thoughts where 'who would care for Micheal?' but he knew that Ranboo was there for him.

Tubbo laid on the blood soaked grass, delicately clutching his side, sticky, blood oozing through his fingers. 

Was the blood that watered the plants his or someone elses?

It didnt matter either way.

He wasnt going to survive.

But that was ok.

Micheal was safe, so was Tommy and Ranboo.

It was ok.

His life had to end eventually.

He coughed, staining his already muddy uniform with red. 

'this is the end' he thought, but not bitterly. Hopefully, rather.

He knew his friends - no, family - where safe, and they would be alright without him.

Tubbo was always just a side character, just used to drive the plot along farther.

But that was ok.

You cant fight destiny, especially when its a knife in your side.

More fits of coughing came from his chest, letting blood dribble down his chin.

He was ok.

This was ok.

It was going to be ok.

The sun was setting, how long had he been here?

The warm nightly wind cradled him like a hug from a long lost friend, telling him that it was alright to let go.

The battlefield was abandoned.

Nobody was there except for the boy that fought for less then himself.

Tubbo nestled himself in the grass.

Everything was comfterble now, and that had to be enough.

A few final aching breaths, that was all that kept him here.

He could hear fireworks.

Little fizzing bubbles of colour.

Fireworks.

He would die under them once more.

In one final act of defiance, Tubbo yanked the knife from his side and went limb. 

He would die alone, as always.