The goat sighed underneath his breath, looking to his husband before down at the ground. Sure he wasn't real. Well, he was. But in this dream, nothing felt real. Nothing was real. Dream's were simply tricks. Whether they made you wake up suddenly in fear or panic, or they made you wake up, wanting nothing more then to rest your head and fall into your sleep to float away in your dream. No, it hurt like hell. Because the reality was much different. It was all a trick.
It stung. It was the pill you didn't want to swallow. It felt like poison.
The moments where Michael would dance around in the grass... Where Tubbo would sit beside Ranboo in their silence. The shared silence. Words meant little to them anymore. But, their silence said so much. It felt calming whenever they sat beside each other, the wind grazing his cheeks and hitting his face gently. He wished it still was that way.
A deep breath escaped his once pursed lips, gently leaning his head onto the half enders shoulder. He didn't speak. He couldn't. He felt paralyzed in that moment.
“Ranboo?”
“Hm?”
“ What is death like to you?”
There was silence. The gaze of the taller one shifted down to Tubbo. There was no answer. Everything went dark.
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FanfictionFIRST STORY . ( SHORT , 5 CHAPTERS. ) 𝑮hostboo pays Tubbo a little visit ... How does *that* work out ?
