Rᴇʟɪᴀɴᴄᴇ | Dʀᴇᴀᴍ Sᴍᴘ Oɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs (ᴀɴɢsᴛ)

This isn't a fucking drill - Clingyduo

Characters: Tubbo, Tommy, Aimsey and Phil.

[A school shooting takes place].

TW// Guns, blood, gore, death (minor character).

(she/her pronouns used for Aimsey, she's an orphan in this chapter and clingyduo's her best friends. Her parents died in a fire and she's living with her aunt). Also keep in mind that they live in America for this oneshot.

Tubbo's pov

It was almost 9am on a regular weekday. I was hiding under the tables, far from the front door. We were told to be quiet and that armed robbers had invaded our school. We were given permission to call someone using our phone, but we had to remain silent.

"No matter what happens, stay where you are and do not make any loud noises," the teacher said.

I texted Tommy. We haven't seen each other in a few months, since he did live hours away.

Hey tom
I dont know if yoyre awake
But theres robbers in my school
And im scared
Appaenrtly thryre armed?

My hands were shaking from fear little too much, hence the spelling. He replied a second after.

WHAT
Is it a drill or fr?

This isn't a fucking drill

Shit.
Can i call you?

Yeah but i can only whsiper becuase the tsacher told us to be quiet

Alr im calling you rn

My phone was already on silent. When I saw that Tommy called me, I answered and carried the phone up to my ear. He heard the silence, then spoke.

"Oh, my god. You weren't joking."

"Yeah, my fear isn't a joke," I whispered. "What if I die?"

"Why did you say that!?"

"Shots were fired and I'm scared."

"Still, don't even think about that. You'll be fine, okay? I'll stay on this call until I know you're safe."

"Okay."

"Is Aimsey with you?"

"Yeah," I answered softly.

A few minutes passed and my teacher showed a signal with her hand indicating the robbers are approaching and we should stay very still.

Doing as told, I stayed facing Aimsey, who was next to me and under her table.

"Tommy," I called softly, fear rising in me.

"Yeah?"

Two armed robbers had swung open our classroom door.

"Everyone, stand up," said one of the men, walking to the teacher's table. "Except you, Miss Teacher or whatever the fuck your name is."

"Oh, shit."

One person stood up.

"Only one of you? Everyone stand up or she's dead."

"Tubbo, please don't stand up."

No one stood up. The man fired his gun once, directly aimed at her heart and the student fell to the ground, dead. Tommy's shaky gasps were heard over the call.