The goat fled away in an oblivious slumber. It felt peaceful. He felt bliss. Even if it wasn't even real.
His hair gently swayed in the wind, the calm breeze digging deep into his skin and ruffling the fuzz on his jacket.
Michael pranced around happily, and Ranboo was there sitting beside Tubbo. Their son. Their soon to be demise.
But that wasn't it. What was this?
For being a dream, it felt like a nightmare. One to good to be true. Yet it brought so many waves of emotions to Tubbo at that very moment. For once in his otherwise chaotic life that turned, he was in peace.
It was to good to lose.
The half ender spoke out, looking at his husband in confusion while their son pranced around in the flowers.
“Something wrong?”
“No... Just- thinking is all.”
Tubbo spoke. While it was true, it felt different. This wasn't real but it felt so real. He only wanted an answer when there were no answers. Answers didn't need to be provided when what you saw as beautiful was nothing more then your imagination playing tricks on you.
It hurt.
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FanfictionFIRST STORY . ( SHORT , 5 CHAPTERS. ) 𝑮hostboo pays Tubbo a little visit ... How does *that* work out ?
