The funerals were held at the same time. They were small, not many people knowing either. A total of 8 people had shown up. They lowered the toddler first, carefully setting it into the dirt. Both Tubbo and Ranboo had been the ones to throw the first shovel of dirt on both, agreeing that together it would be better. It did not stop the tears bubbling up in either. Sizzling sounds emitted off Ranboo as his tears were the first to fall, burning his cheeks. Tubbo followed soon after, silent tears that falling to the ground. Micheal was holding Technos hand off to the side as the husbands buried their other child.
Tommy's was even harder than Shrouds. It took more effort for the pair to accumulate the strength to set the coffin down into the hole and throw the dirt on top. Wilbur had taken over from there, taking over the job of covering them both in 6 feet worth of dirt.
The sky threatened to weep with the small family. The clouds grew heavy in the sky. The midnight moon was covered up soon after they were both completely buried. The quiet child watched as his family sobbed over the freshly turned dirt. What's wrong with Bee and Boo? Why is Pur crying? Where's Mommy?
Techno stood by the piglet, the stoic look on his face shattering further the longer he stared at the headstone. Tears burned against his skin, becoming steam upon contact.
Tommy P. Beloved
Beloved husband, father, and son
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xx08-xx23
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Technoblade couldn't remember much else from that night. One minute he was there, staring at the gravestone, and the next he was on the couch with his head in his hands. Raising his head, his anger started to rise, finally being pulled to the front of his consciousness.
Finally.
GET THEM
THEY TOOK GOLDEN RUNT
THEY TOOK HIM
PAY THEM BACK TENFOLD
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD
ᗡO⅁ ᗡOO˥ᙠ ƎH⊥ ᴚOℲ ᗡOO˥ᙠ
ᗡOᎮ ᗡOO⅃ᙠ ƎHT ЯOꟻ ᗡOO⅃ᙠ
๒ɭ๏๏๔ Ŧ๏г Շђє ๒ɭ๏๏๔ ﻮ๏๔
B̸̢̢̨̬̩̮̺̙̙̏̇̃͒̄̉̑͐̋L̷̛̮̍͂̊́͗̈́̈́̐͘Ỏ̸̇͒̇̎ͅǪ̴̡̡͉̬̤̙̹̝̖́͒̎D̴̢̛̬͍̬̦͍̟͔̣̰̒ ̸̛̗̱͆͒͂̿̓̋̕F̶̨̲̒͆͋̓̚Ö̷̡͎̪̞̱́͗̓̂͑̊̀͘Ř̸͖̜͘ ̷͕̜̠͎̰͗̓̔͋́̽̌̿̓͝Ţ̷̛̛̗̜̹̟͍̫̮H̶̡̝̭̱̔̾̚̚E̴̞͙͒̿̈́͆̎̀̕͘̚͝ ̷̥̆̈̾͗̈́̔͌̏͘B̵͙͈̳̠̭̻͇̖̐̂̽͌̎́͝ͅL̵̢̨̙̳̬͚͇̯͎̪̿͐̂̉̎̓̈́͒̾̚Ö̷͍̟̻͖̜̜̭̟̼͎̐̓͛O̷̧̟̳̪̣͌̚͘̚ͅD̶̨̦̩̞͈̞̠̻͓̿͝ ̴̢̤̦͈̪̔G̴̫̰͌͐̓̀̏͛͘Ǫ̵̠̣͑̌́̎͐̋̐̓͝D̴̨̢̟͍̼̮̠̹͛̈͠
There is no escaping their grasp this time. No longer will they sit through their golden runts death. Not again. Never again. This has been the last time. It will never happen again.
ㄒ丨爪乇 ㄒㄖ 卩卂ㄚ 丂ㄖ爪乇 ᗪ乇卂尺 卄乇尺ㄖ丂 卂 ᐯ丨丂丨ㄒ
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"Sir! It seems that Project Cobalt is back online!"
The room burst into absolute chaos from those words alone. All arguing the accuracy of that revelation.
YOU ARE READING
I may be a child, but...
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