the most dangerous thing is to love - A DSMP fanfiction

hope you like the show, / cause its on a budget

(TW: Blood, Death, Mild Description of Gore.)

Also, please, everything here is platonic, I would never ship Tubbo and Tommy, and none of what I write is meant to imply that sort of relationship.

"Techno- please, stop...!"

The image of Tubbo sitting up there in the obsidian box is carved into my mind as I rush my way up the stairs and onto the stage. My heartbeat echoes in my ears, my mind spinning. I can't let this happen, I can't, I won't-

I emerge onto the stage, out of everyone's view. I can see Techno loading a firework into his crossbow launcher, and my heart leaps into my chest.

"Techno," I say, trying to keep my voice from shaking. Everyone's heads whip towards me."You don't have to do this." I raise my hand in front of me and start walking towards Tubbo.

"Tommy," Jschlatts voice is cold, hard, stops me in my tracks. "Get off this fucking stage right now, before I have to make you."

"Well I'm sorry Schlatt, just tryna make sure this festival doesn't turn into an execution," I take another step until I'm almost directly in front of Tubbo, and try to flash him a reassuring smile. "Or a funeral."

"Well, that was kind of the plan, Tommy, if you couldn't see."

"Well, I'm sorry big man, but plans change."

The man sighs. "Just do it, Techno." Schlatt waves a hand dismissively. "This is taking too long. Oh, and Tommy, I suggest you hop out of the way."

"Techno- just stop, OK? You can be the bigger person-"

"Just get out of the way Tommy."

My heart leaps into my throat as Techno lifts his crossbow. "Stop, OK, stop! Just stop-"

"Get out of the way!" Techno yells, and shoves me aside.

Everything slows down, as I get shoved to the side and Techno places his hand on the trigger.

My ears ring.

I could've just left it.

Could've just watched Tubbo die.

But instead, I throw myself back in front of Tubbo, just as the firework shoots out and the world goes dark.

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I see Tommy jump in front, but by then it's too late.

My fingers landed on the trigger.

There's a click, and then a second of silence that seems to stretch on forever.

Then an explosion.

My ears ring and my vision goes white for half a second.

Then silence.

More silence.

Silence, silence, until suddenly Tubbo screams Tommy's name into the empty air, and chaos erupts.

People are screaming, the crowd is running, fighting, fleeing, jostling to get up the steps, to get at Quackity or Schlatt or even myself.

But I barely notice.

Because I

can't

think.

I killed Tommy. And was going to kill Tubbo. Two children. I let myself be pressured, and now Tommy- he's-