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Dia de los Muertos || Puffy, Dream, Foolish, and Tubbo || DSMP

Dia de los Muertos || Puffy, Dream, Foolish, and Tubbo || DSMP

Written by: emmict

Word Count: Roughly 1000 Words

Note: So, I knew the Day of the Dead existed for quite a while. But I never really paid any attention to it. Why would I? Until this year, in which I have a Spanish class. So I decided, why not? So here you go.

Trigger Warnings: Uh, mentions of multiple marriages / divorce, being left, and I think that's it.

Extra: Remember, this with limited knowledge! If there is something off or wrong, it's because I'm trying my best with what I got! Thank you :3

EDITED BY MY GOOD FRIEND WAYMANITES.

Two small boys chased each other down the cobbled street, the bigger of the two scrambling to catch up to the more petit boy. Behind them, orange leaves ready to fall in the trees, a third boy, older than the other two, clung to his mother's hand. They strolled down the street, the mother helping the boy spread out orange flower petals from a basket that led to the open gates of their house.

"Not like that Dream," she laughed, patting her oldest son on the head as he flung the petals in clumps. "You have to spread them out, like this."

Puffy demonstrated, scattering the petals in a thin, but firm trail.

Dream determinedly grabbed some more handfuls of petals to try again.

Both looked up, watching as Tubbo and Foolish came charging back up the streets.

"Mama!" Tubbo yelled, tumbling into her open arms, a basket resting in the crook of one elbow. "I won!"

She laughed, picking him up and giving Foolish a wink. Knowing that he wanted his new step brother to fit in, she knew he had probably let him win.

"Good job Tubs," she said. "You're getting so fast and big!"

He beamed in pride, glowing at the praise he had received. Her affair with her second husband had been a short one, bitter and rough. He'd left her only a few months after the marriage, pregnant and with two boys. But she was used to it. And if it meant keeping Tubbo, then she'd do it all over again.

He peered curiously over her shoulder as Dream explained to Foolish how to spread the marigolds, looking proud as he properly scattered the orange plants himself.

"What Foolish and Dweam doing mama?" he asked, twisting his torso to continue watching them as she turned around to face her other sons.

"They're spreading the flower petals for Dia de los Muertos," she said. "So that our ancestors can find their way home again."

"To our home?"

"Yes, Tubs. To our home, where we set up the pictures yesterday."

"Oh!"

Funnily enough, this was Puffy's first year of celebrating the Day of the Dead. Schlatt and Tubbo were of Spanish descent, not her. But she wanted to do it for Tubbo, even if he was the only one left in their family to whom celebrating it mattered. It was something special for him, something that the youngest always wanted. Something that anyone always wanted.

They entered their house, nodding to their neighbors across the street who were also setting up for the holiday.

"What are we doing now mom?" Foolish asked, taking the basket of leftover petals from her.

"Well, first you can go put the rest of those flowers in the room with the pictures, the ofrenda. Spread them out. Then you or Dream can help me make tamales while the other plays with Tubs."

"Can I play with Tubbo?" Dream asked.

"Don't ask me," she said, looking amused. "Ask Foolish."

He turned to his younger brother with pleading eyes, and Foolish gave a timid nod.

Dream smiled and picked up a giggling Tubbo in his arms. "Wanna go on the swing set?"

Tubbo grinned, nodding furiously as he cried out, "Yes, yes, yes, yes!".

Foolish quickly returned from taking care of the flowers and, with her help, tying an apron around his waist to help make tamales.

"What's the ofrenda for mother?" Foolish asked, hopping on a stool and peering onto the counter.

"It's to honor the life of your ancestors. Today, they're supposed to wake from their eternal rest to come back to the living world and watch over us."

Foolish nodded slowly. Unlike Dream and Tubbo, he was very quiet and deliberate. Foolish took the time to understand things, unlike Tubbo, who bounced enthusiastically practically everywhere, or Dream, who charged into things head first.

"And this is Tubbo's holiday?"

"Well, it's a holiday his ancestors celebrated. And since he doesn't have anyone to celebrate it with, I thought we should do it with him."

Foolish gave a hum. "Yeah."

They finished putting the tamales together and left them to cook, then went back outside.

All over the yard and their house were colorful streamers and papel picado. Little sugar skulls decorated the window sills and as well as the ofrenda. Dream was pushing Tubbo on the swing set, careful not to push Tubbo too high.

The little boy was shrieking with every push, as Dream would "steal his foot" every couple of pushes or so.

Puffy gave a small laugh as Tubbo demanded his foot back and Dream just gave him another push with a huge grin on his face.

They sat down on the steps.

They'd never celebrated Dia de los muertos before. But it would hopefully help bring Tubbo closer into the family, something special which they all celebrated with him.

And the boys seemed to enjoy it.

She smiled, taking Foolish's hand and sitting down with him on the steps of the house.

She may still be a single mother, but it was totally worth it.