11. finally..

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tw: suicide, mention of self harm

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tubbo POV:

i was confused and scared but i knew this wasn't going to end well, the deep tone in dreams voice was scary

i walked up the stairs that led to the second floor and dream met me at the top, he pulled me into his room and threw me onto the bed

"tubbo, explain this"
i felt my stomach drop, he showed me a pocket knife and a blade that i pulled out from a pencil sharpener not long ago

"WHAT THE FUCK YOU WENT THROUGH MY STUFF ?!" i was in disbelief, he went through MY privacy, he found out, he's probably going to tell everyone and they will hate me more than they already do, they will make fun of me..

"I NEEDED TO MAKE SURE THAT YOU WERE SAFE" he yelled back at me, i was shaking and could barley breath

"B-BY GOING THROUGH M-MY STUFF ?" i was holding back tears, i was about to start sobbing until he said

"YES, YOU PROBABLY WOULDN'T HAVE TOLD US ANYWAY CAUSE YOU ARE ALWAYS SO SELFISH"

i rose with anger, am i really that selfish ? no, i'm not. he doesn't know what i'm going through.

"you little bitch.." i mumbled to myself as i ran up to him and punched him right in the face, i looked at my fist covered in blood and fainted right after

ranboos POV:

me and the others looked at each other confused as tubbo headed up the stairs after dream called him up, we wanted to know what it was about but also wanted to give them privacy

that was until we heard a loud bang coming from dreams room..

we all rushed up the stairs to find dream with a bloody face passed out on the floor and tubbo, who was also passed out

we ran over to help dream since he looked horrible, while we were next to him tubbo woke up and looked over at us, his eyes were filling with tears and he ran out of the room and soon after we heard the front door slam shut

tubbo POV:

i gained my consciousness back slowly and after a little while i managed to sit up, i noticed that everyone was surrounding something on the floor, i looked over and it was dream. his whole face was bloody and he was passed out, everyone else was freaking out.

my eyes were filling with tears until i couldn't take it anymore and ran out of the house as fast as i could, slamming the door hard as i could

i am selfish after all.

i kept running, i could barley breathe but i couldn't do this anymore, i couldn't stay there. the guilt of seeing dream after that, i would probably get kicked off the smp too, but i actually hope that he will kick me off then i would have an excuse to not stream

i was crying while running, i don't know what i was crying about anymore but tears kept coming, i am so so selfish

the word "selfish" kept running through my head as i ran faster and faster, i don't know why i am still alive anymore, i have nothing to live for.

dream POV:

i felt like shit, i opened up my eyes and saw a bunch of familiar faces staring at me

"you're awake !"

"he's alive guys !"

everyone was shouting in my ears, i felt blood drip down my face but that was not what i was worried about

i quickly sat up and looked around

"WHERE IS TUBBO ?" i yelled

"ugh i don't know he ran off, he's such an attention seeker" someone responded

those words stabbed me, he is such a great person. this is all my fault, he is not selfish at all. i was just frustrated. now everyone is against him, he is 17, he doesn't deserve this..

i sprinted out while pushing everyone out of the way, i don't know where i am running, but i have to find tubbo, i can't lose him

"T-TOBY"
"PLEASE TUBBO WHERE ARE YOU"
i didn't realise i was crying, i felt so bad, i need him

tubbo POV:

i heard my name being called, it was dream. what can he possibly want, i don't want to speak to him

my eyes widened when i saw a bridge, yes yes yes ! finally, exactly what i was looking for

i heard dream getting closer and closer so i ran towards the bridge and onto the edge of it
"finally..." i whispered to myself

"TUBBO NONO PLEASE STAY WITH M-"

that's all i heard before i jumped

"finally."

WELL UH WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK WILL HAPPEN NEXT ? I LOVED WRITING THIS FOR SOME REASON LMAO I HOPE U GUYS ENJOY THE REST OF YOUR DAY/NIGHT

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