discontinued. tommyinnit & tubbo one-shots

Here we go again...

SSPOILER WARNING FOR RECENT DSMP LORE

Tommy lay on his back, staring up at the oak trees branches swaying and rustling above him. He took a deep breath, a breeze brushing through his blonde hair. The teen lay there silently, arms tucked under his head. He was still processing everything that had occured this previous day...

   WOOOOOOWOOOOOOOWOOOOOO
  
  "THERE'S RANBOO'S CELL-"

   "DREAM, TAKE OFF YOUR ARMOR AND COME TO ME RIGHT NOW, OR RANBOO DIES."

  "RANBOO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

  "RANBOO!"

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Tommy shuddered at the memory. How could that of happened? The prison thought to be inescapable, had now been... infiltrated. The blonde boy sighed, sitting up. He heard footsteps thumping the prime path towards him. His eyes flicked up to the brunette, goat boy running to him. Tommy stood, stretching. Tubbo enveloped his friend in a tight hug with a sharp intake of breath. Tommy gave a half smile, hugging his friend back. Tubbo pulled back, looking up at Tommy. Tommy stepped back, nodding behind him to the bench.
 
  Tubbo sat himself beside Tommy on the bench, hands placed in jer lap awkwardly. He fiddled with the bottom of his shirt. They sat in silence for a moment.
  Tommy took a deep breath once more. "So, I guess you've heard what happened?"
  Tubbo gave a cold nod, hands tightening around his shirt, shifting to his knees and gripping the fabric of his shorts. Tommy sighed, looking at an ender chest sat near them.

  Tubbo looked at Tommy as he sat back down, a rythmic tune now playing around them. Tubbo managed a smile, staring out beyond the cliff, nostalgia hanging in the air.

  "I'll be honest, man.. I'm not surprised."
  Tommy shook his head. "I mean.."
Tubbo gave him a hopeful side-eye.
"So you know what happened to Ranboo, too, then?"
  Tubbo let out a single laugh. "yeah, man." His words came out almost breathless, quiet and strained, almost sounding forced. Tommy looked at Tubbo, then pulled the boy into himself, hugging him. Tubbo felt his heart wrenching. He buried his face into Tommys chest, gripping his shirt. The tears started to flow, Tubbo beginning to sob into the blondes shirt. Tommy pat his back, offering words of comfort.
 
  "It's not only that- it's-"
Tommy looked down at Tubbo, the boy pulling away from him and looking up at him. Tommy gave a disgusted look at the boy who had snot running from his nose. Tommy grabbed a leaf, handing it to Tubbo. "Michael.. he's gone. He's gone, Tommy."
  Tubbo shoved his face back into Tommys white and red shirt, proceeded to blow his nose on it. Tommy gasped. "yuck!"

  "Hey, guys! What are we doin'?"
  Tommy looked at the ghostly face of his deceased friend, Tubbo looking up, too. Tubbo sat up, wiping his tears and avoiding eye contact. Ranboos ghost gave a confused expression, but shrugged. Tommy looked him up and down. "um, nothing, really."
  "Oh." Ranboo looked around. "Mind if I join you?" Tubbo tensed, but didn't say anything. Tommy looked at Tubbo for a moment, then back at Ghostboo. "uh, sure." Tommy scooched himself and Tubbo over on the bench, watching the ghost as he crept himself onto the wood seat beside Tommy. "So, any plans or anything?"

  Tommy shook his head. "no, no plans or anything. Still kind of processing everything that happened yesterday." Ghostboo nodded, leaning back against the bench, letting out a deep breath. "Well, that's fair. Hope you don't miss the sad old me too much."
  Tubbo shifted uncomfortably, arms folded. "Of course we miss the old you.."
  Ranboo paused, then laughed abruptly. "Really? Wow, that's kind of surprising, actually. I was so annoying- and sad- how do you miss that?"

  "Because that is the REAL YOU. I don't know what happened to you when you died, or how you managed to just magically not have 3 lives, but this isn't you, man. You've changed and not for the better."

   They all stayed silent for a moment. Ranboo laughed a little. "I see. I also totally understand- you're in shock, right? I-"

  "Just-"
  Tubbo wiped his eyes, taking a deep, shaky breath. "Just leave. Please."
  Ranboo looked at Tommy, who was giving him a look that said, come on, man. He stood, turning and leaving quietly. Tubbo began to cry once more. He didn't know how he had actually grown attached to Ranboo- his husband who he had been originally using him for money- so fast. It was overwhelming all of this, really. Not only for Tubbo, but especially for Tommy. Tommy put an arm over his friend as Tubbo cried into his side, rubbing his back. Tommy stared straight ahead as the sun began to set, disc playing in the background as the setting sun cast a bright, orange glow across the lands. Tommy took deep breaths.

  A breeze ruffled his hair lightly, Tubbo quieting his sobs. The two boys on the bench once again sat at sunset, soothing music in the ambience after a day of relentless running and fighting.

  They wondered what was in store for them next.

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what do ya know, the first two lore streams i comeback to are where two of my favorite characters died. Woop woop

hi guys woo i did this short little thingamajig and uh did it really lazily cause i wanted to habe this out. I might to a better one in the future.

im gonna be completely honest with you guys, my readers. My brain has been so overloaded with stuff lately(over the course of my unannounced and unassumed hiatus) including school and other semi personal shit so im really sorry. It might take a while for me to start posting like i used to- more frequent, but still awkwardly spaced out. Ill try to gather motivation, again, im very truly sorry. I know this is half personal but i feel like i keep throwing authors notes at you every two months so i felt this would be a good place to put it? Anyways, i hope you enjoy this part. happy reading my lovelies<3