Dsmp Oneshots

Fireworks

Requested by myself again, because I somehow get ideas at like 2am when something stupid like my fan (which was off) makes noises

Warnings - not being in control, panic attack, murder, blood, violence, blaming themself

Characters - Tubbo, Techno, Ghostboo, Philza, Michael, past Tubbo, past Techno, past Schlatt, past Quackity, past Wilbur, past Tommy, Voices

Note - the start takes place after the revengers and all that, but does have flashbacks to the festival (no clue what I'm talking about? You should do your research). For the flashbacks though, I don't have anything that says 'flashback starts here' so just know that there is a flashback. Also, when the voices control Techno's body, it makes his normally blue eyes go red, and they will stay tinted red usually for a few days. 

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Another firework, another flinch and another laugh from Tubbo. He seemed to find amusement in that fact that I seemed more scared of the fireworks than him. But he didn't understand. He may have died from them, but he admitted to us that he barely had any memory from that, just colour, loud bangs and the feeling of fear. But I remember everything. 

Philza and Ghostboo weren't paying attention to us. They were the cause of the fireworks, as they wanted to show Michael how they looked. Neither of them were at the festival and neither knew all the details. Neither of them knew that I was the one that killed Tubbo. All they had heard about the festival was that there was lots of death, and fireworks were the cause. 

There was another bang from the fireworks, and I jumped again, making Tubbo laugh more. But I had finally had enough and I stood from where we were sitting, mumbling something about being tired and walking towards my house, locking the door behind me and leaning against the door, sliding to the floor as tears began to flow from my eyes. 

I knew I was over-reacting. I wasn't even the person who was killed by those fireworks. But I remembered everything that had happened. I remember looking into the fearful blue eyes, watching as his hands clawed at the walls around him. I remember my brain rushing to find an excuse for me not to kill him, but Schlatt didn't care. I remember Tubbox. I remember Tubbo and I making jokes, trying to ease the tension as Schlatt ordered me to kill Tubbo. I remember the voices chanting about blood. I remember Quackity trying to help me stop Schlatt. I remember loading my crossbow with the firework, aiming at Tubbo. 

But then, after one last apology, I remember pressing the trigger and watching as Tubbo blew up. 

There was something strange that happened after that. 

It was as if I had been forced from my body. I watched myself lower the crossbow and laugh, my front covered in the blood of Tubbo, Schlatt and Quackity. I heard the screams and cries of the people in the crowd as I turned around and aimed the crossbow at them, loading it quickly before shooting, watching as people were blown up by the fireworks. Blood splattered the ground as I killed more and more people. The thing controlling my body just laughed as finally, nobody was left other than me. 

Then it was if I had been forced back into my body. The smell of gunpowder and blood filled the air, and the blood that covered my front was itchy and wet. Suddenly there was someone grabbing my arm, and I was being dragged away by Tommy as he ran towards Pogtopia, yelling about how we had to go before they respawned. 

I wanted to speak to him, to tell him about how that wasn't me, but my throat was sore from the shouts and laughter I couldn't control. But he turned around and shot me a look that told me that he knew, so I just let him drag me away. 

When we finally reached Pogtopia, I broke away from him, and hurried over to the room Wilbur had made for me, locking the door behind me and leaning against it, falling to the floor as Tommy banged against my door, begging me to open it. There was a minute where someone else came, yelling something about Tubbo, and this made Tommy leave, but only after he told me that we should talk later, when Wil came back from wherever he had gone. 

I stayed there for a long time, wiping the tears and blood from my face, and fearing the silence that I was trapped in, as the voices had just stopped. They had stopped cheering about the blood, they had stopped asking for more, they had stopped chanting random things. The silence was getting to me, so I stood, and went to the bathroom, immediately turning on both the sink and the shower so I wasn't stuck in silence. 

I glanced over at the mirror, and that was a mistake. My vibrant pink hair was messy and was clumped together by dry blood, my eyes were tinted red, which mixed with my blue eyes and made them purple. My fancy white shirt was absolutely covered in dried blood, and my cape was torn from running to Pogtopia. Usually I would be more careful while running, but I had just wanted to get out of there. I hadn't worn my crown to the festival, but I had a mini heart attack when I realised it wasn't on my head. But I couldn't go grab it, as I had left it in Wilbur's room and I didn't want to leave my room any time soon.  

I had stayed in that room for a week. I didn't eat at all, and barely drank any of the water that Tommy thrown through the hole he dug in my wall. I did change from the blood splattered clothes, but I hadn't washed them, so they just sat in the corner of my room, dirty and still smelling like the fireworks. 

After that week, Wilbur and Tommy had broken down my floor to find me laying on my bed, my eyes back to blue, but with voices that were much stronger. 

Neither had gotten mad at me. Turns out that they knew about my voices from a letter Phil had sent. Wilbur didn't blame me, but Tommy did blame me, just slightly and said that I should just ignore the voices. 

I didn't argue with him. I should have ignored the voices. I should have been able to control myself. This was all my fault. 

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