CW!! LOSS OF A LOVED ONE, EMETOPHOBIA. ALSO SLIGHT BLOOD MENTION. ANGSTY CHAPTER!!
Please do not read this if you are not emotionally prepared. This is some pretty heavy loss. Especially in recent news of the passing of Technoblade. Please take care of yourself.
The feeling in Tubbo's stomach should've been the first warning sign that something was wrong. Something felt off, and he couldn't explain it. The sudden feeling of dread weighed down on him as he tossed around in his bed. He sat up, rubbing his face in his hands before standing up abruptly.
He was worried. He was worried that Y/n ignored his advice. Worried that something might've happened to them. But surely it was nothing, right? He was just overthinking it. She's probably safe and sound in her house. Right?
Y/n could handle themself. They were probably the strongest person he knew. Their optimism never faltered no matter what was thrown their way. They're fine. It felt so odd that he couldn't rid of this feeling.
She's not going to let herself get manipulated by Wilbur. They're smarter that that. They're fine. Everything is fine.
The thundering skies and the constant pouring of rain didn't help to calm his nerves. The mud splashed up as the heavy raindrops fell into growing puddles. A violent shiver suddenly rocked his body. Just in case, he'll check on them in the morning. Just so he can be at ease. Even though she's fine.
There was no use in trying to get more sleep. Exhaustion was muffled by the anxiety screaming at him to do something. His mind wouldn't quiet.
Something happened. She's not okay. Wilbur did something. You have to help them.
No. They are fine. Nothing has happened.
It couldn't hurt to just check right? If he checks up on them, it would put him at ease and he could finally get some sleep.
Tubbo slipped on a thick jacket. Summer had ended and the cool air of Autumn had set in. Even so, it was colder than usual. The heavy rain and the particular chill in the air made Tubbo nervous.
The water splashed around his feet as he walked through the puddles. The nation was obviously not used to this kind of rainfall. In the excitement of the rare element, no one questioned how abruptly it arrived.
Tubbo arrived at their house and knocked loudly at the door. If anyone was home, they definitely would've heard it.
No answer.
He knocked again.
Silence.
That's odd. They should be home. I guess they're not here. Maybe they went for a walk. He had caught them walking around on nights when sleep seemed to be this impossible thing. It wasn't an uncommon thing for them to do. She's probably fine.
Footprints.
More than one pair. Barely distinguishable, the rain had mostly washed them away. Some were deeper, fresher, easier to see and follow. He started to walk alongside the prints.
Maybe they went to visit Tommy.
He continued following the trail. The prints were messy. Tubbo was going to find his friend. They could hang out again. They could laugh together again, before so much tension had come between them. They could squabble like siblings again. He missed when Y/n and Tommy would argue over the simplest of things.
Tommy
He missed Tommy. A lot. He knew Y/n missed him too. When he finds them they can all be happy again. Everything will be as it should be.
The footprints stopped up ahead.
Oh my God. No. No. No.
There up ahead lied the corpses of Y/n and Wilbur. Dark murky water around them. A deep red covered their chests. Tubbo didn't even believe it. It had to be some sort of joke right? A sick prank the two had conjured up.
He ran to them. Praying, hoping, wishing that it couldn't be true. He brought shaky fingers to her neck. Her skin was so cold.
Nothing. He didn't feel anything. They were gone.
-
The horrid scream Philza heard in the distance made his blood run cold. He knew it had to do with Y/n. Something had happened. His son hurt her.
Philza had never moved so fast. There he saw his dead son, and Tubbo hysterically crying and trying to clutch onto Y/n's lifeless body. He was shaking her, like she would wake up if he tried hard enough. To the right, the knife still stuck in Wilbur's chest.
Son, what did you do?
Philza grabbed Tubbo and dragged him away from Y/n. He tried to protest, violently thrashing his limbs to try and get back to them. Philza just held him closer as he sobbed. Tubbo leaned over and vomited into the mud. Nothing ever in his life had compared to the horror he was feeling now. He gagged again, but there was nothing else to come up. He fell back into Philza's arms, not bothering to wipe his mouth.
All he could do was cry.
Silent tears fell down Philza's face; him trying to be strong for the boy in his arms. But he wasn't just mourning Y/n. He was mourning the man behind the crime. Wilbur was dead too. His boy was gone.
And it was all his fault.
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A long silence fell over the server. One of grief. Of shock. Fear. Distraught. Anger. Wars had seized. Plots of revenge had been forgotten over their mourning for their friend.
It was a respectable funeral. Everyone showed up to reminisce on the life of Y/n. Even Dream showed up, though no one said anything of it. It was guessed that he was just there to pay his respects like everyone else, despite them not getting along when Y/n was still alive.
Some people didn't know what to do with themselves. Laying in bed with tear stained cheeks and a mind full of sad thoughts. They would have to live with the wishing that they would have done more to protect her. The guilt weighed on everyone.
No one had expected it.
It plagued the server. Everyone was weary of what had happen to the one who was blinded by ignorance. Maybe it was Y/n's own stubbornness. Or maybe, she truly believed that some good was still left in Wilbur.
Alas, the world continues to turn. The pain of losing someone so close to you makes one feel like everything stops. Like the bad will always out weigh the good. Happiness will stop visiting, despair taking it's place.
Eventually, it hurts a little less each day. Some still wish they had a little more time with them. They could've told her how much they loved her. They remembered the good times and how much positivity and joy she brought to everyone around her. How much of a light they were.
It'll be okay. They'll be okay eventually. Time continues to move. Wars will resume. Tubbo and Quackity will heal with time. Philza will stop blaming himself. Tommy will find whatever he's looking for. Technoblade will find his peace. Y/n will become a happy memory. One you share with your children, and they'll tell their children. The tale of the fierce and kind friend that was loved by all. A memory that left a smile that lingered. The warm feeling that she left was perhaps the sweetest symphony of all.
A/N:
Tysm to everyone that has made it this far. I'm thankful that so many people have read and enjoyed this fanfiction. This is the last one shot I will be writing, so I hope you enjoyed the angst. Please go drink some water and have a lovely day/night/3am Wattpad session.
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