one by one [mcyt]

V

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i think he did it
but i just can't prove it
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"Oh fucking hell." Muttered Wilbur, attaching his eyes to every fucked up thing they could find. "This isn't where Tubbo is."

"What do you mean?" Eleanor ran up beside him. Eleanor fixed her glance to whatever the flashlight was pointing on.

"Dream? Where the hell did you bring us?"

Dream walked towards them with his brows furrowed.

"So maybe that doesn't lead to the basement." Dream sucked his teeth and looked up, no visible cracks in the ceiling.

"Holy mother of God." Eleanor whispered, catching sight of the various weapons attached to the walls.

"This is far worse than the shed." Dream said under his breath, studying the weapon lined walls with a hand on his chin.

"The shed?" Wilbur said, looking to Eleanor with scared eyes.

"Yep." She sighed. "This looks like the larger version of the shed outside.

It was clear to see that the basement had once been used for a source of entertainment, but had been altered to use for a recreation of a psychopaths wet dream.

There was a pool table in the corner, and pictures with a matching, green color scheme filling the right wall. The differences between this room and the small shed was the racks upon racks of different firearms decorating the walls.

Another was that there were different drugs in massive packages that were stacked like building blocks in the corner of the wall.

"I don't think I'm using Air Bnb again." Dream sighed, earning a scoff from Wilbur and Eleanor.

"God, who the hell owns this house?" She shuttered at the things displayed before her. Everybody shook their head in disbelief and Eleanor ignored the sinking feeling in her stomach.

She glided across the room to the wall of paintings, looking at their frames. Her hands slid across the frames and moved them all just a tad. The matter of secret doors could not be taken lightly in this house.

And so she was right, when only one of the picture frames tilted to the right.

"Bingo." She muttered, taking the picture off of the wall.

"Another secret door? Dream, what the fuck is this house?" Wilbur asked as he walked towards the door.

"Well, I found Tubbo." Eleanor sharply inhaled and squeezed her eyes shut. Through the crawl space was Tubbo sprawled on the ground.

"Can you guys hear me!?" Tommy stuck his head in the tunnel and yelled to the people still in the attic.

"A little!" Karl yelled from above.

Tommy squeezed through the tight space and barely caught himself when he landed on the concrete just a little below his feet. He dropped to his knees and sat beside Tubbo, moving his head to his lap. The blood stained his grey slacks and he squeezed his eyes shut.

"Tubbo it wasn't supposed to be you. You were supposed to make it." Tommy whispered, a tear falling onto Tubbo's pale face. He could tear his eyes away from the pool of blood under him, and refrained from looking at Tubbo's displaced arms and legs.