one by one [mcyt]

VI

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"this will be the day that i die"
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"How did you even-?" Karl questioned, reaching out to the fabric that fell down her legs, that now lay flat rather than poofing out around her.

"Cut the crinoline out, then just cut and ripped the fabric to here, I dunno. I could not function with that big thing." They all nodded, eyes relaxing before their attention was immediately averted to Dream hurdling down the stairs.

He was carrying Tommy's corpse, trying not to trip over his own feet.

"T-tommy, he- he, I walked in a room and- and, he was there on the ground and, he's dead, and-" Dream fumbled over his words before falling to his knees and cradling Tommy.

"Oh, Tommy." Eleanor ran up to them, and Dream passed his limp body to her.
She shed a tear, letting it fall onto his face.

She pulled his face to her chest, letting his bloody neck again her clothes as she buried her face in his dirty blonde hair. Wilbur ran up to them and placed a hand on Eleanor's shoulder.

"Who did this to you?" She hardly whispered, hoping to get something. But Tommy was dead. He couldn't tell her what she herself knew in the back of her mind.

Wilbur nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, and she took several deep breaths. Her attention went to Ranboo, walking down the stairs.

"What did I miss?" He started, before his eyes landed on Eleanor and Tommy.

"Oh my God!" He ran over to them but Dream grabbed Ranboo by the collar before he could even make it to the scene.

"How could you, Ranboo!?" Dream said with teary eyes. "You killed Tommy!"

Ranboo looked at Dream with a look of pure confusion and disgust.

"What!? Why would I kill my best friend?" Ranboo struggled in his grip, his tall stature looking down on Dream.

"Don't ask me! You killed Jack and George, and you probably pushed Tubbo in that hole!" Dream yanked Ranboo down to look in his eyes as he snarled at him.

"Are you fucking insane?" Ranboo pushed Dream back. He looked utterly ashamed that anyone would think that of him.

Now out of his grip, Ranboo fell down to his hands and knees as he gulped and looked towards Tommy. Ranboo glanced up at Audrey and she nodded and handed him over to Ranboo.

Ranboo ran his knuckles over Tommy's cold cheek, adding to the puddle of tears that diluted his dripping blood.

It was Wilbur's turn and having his dead best friend in his hands shattered him. His chest sank and he let out a staggered breath.

"Oh my God." He whimpered, pushing Tommy's hair out of his forehead.

"My brother." He mouthed, knowing nobody would hear it but the ghost of Tommy swarming around them. Wilbur had always considered Tommy like a younger brother he had to watch out for, and seeing him limp in his arms tore him to shreds.

Eleanor's bottom lip quivered as she watched Wilbur, empathy filling her to the brim.

Wilbur started humming and they all shifted their eyes from Tommy to him.