TW: THREAT, MENTION OF BOMBS, MENTION OF GENOCIDE, MENTION OF ABUSE, SWEARING, MENTION OF SUICIDE
Tubbo's POV:
(Just ummm side note, this scene was based off of 'Meant to be Yours' from The Heathers so I will link it)
"C'mon Tubbo, it's nothing bad, just listen to me!" He screamed through the door,
"Go away ghostboo!" I yelled back at him, I had my knees to my chest and my back against the lower door,
"Well then, I'll tell the truth, the people of the SMP thought I was just as nice as my living counterpart, but they were wrong all along, I mean come on, when has a ghost ever been ANYTHING like the person it resembled?"
I considered crying in that moment because I was terrified of what happens now. Quackity told me horror stories of how my father would chase him into the bathroom, and bang on the locked door until he got bored and left him alone. I was now in a similar situation.
"All is forgiven, Tubbo, come on out and get dressed, you're my date to the community house meeting tonight!"
I trembled my response, "What? Why?"
"Your people thought I was harmless, you gotta come out here and see what I've truly done!"
Tears rolled from my eyes.
"You ignored my presence for months, for that you should be dead, but then it hit me like a flash, what if DSMP went away instead?"
He was overwhelming me with the lack of power I had here.
"Those assholes are the key, you know they've kept you away from me, they turned you blind, fucked up your mind, but I could set you free if you would let me,"
My breathing sped up even though I hadn't moved an inch, but I was mortified to the bone, and was crying like I had never before.
"You left me alone and I fell apart, so then I punched the wall and cried, BAM! BAM! BAM!" He slammed his closed fist into the door,
I cried even more, and I was not able to breathe properly. Him banging on the door gave me awful flashbacks to the old days, and scared me evermore.
"Then you came home, and changed my heart, and that set loose all the truthful inside my ghostly heart, and so I filled the ground with enough TNT to destroy every country in our segment of minecraft and kill everyone, so tonight our WORLD is Vietnam, let's guarantee they never see another year or birthday!"
I trembled at the idea. And I hated myself for not realising earlier that week that ghostboo was the entity the prophecy spoke of.
"I WAS MEANT TO BE YOURS! SO, when Community house goes, BOOM!
With everyone inside, pchew pchew pchew, in the rubble of their tomb and death, we'll plant this note explaining why they died,
We, the people of Dream SMP, will die. So our burnt bodies may FINALLY get through, to you, minecraft's society churns out war and doom, no thanks,
Signed, the people of Dream SMP,
Goodbye!"
'We'll'? He wanted me involved with him? He wanted the poor innocent 3rd generation, and the people before us, as well as OUR CHILDREN, who were really still technically BABIES, to die without peace, AND THEN HE WANTED ME TO JOIN HIM! I really needed for my voice of confidence of the back of my head to shut up so I could be less scared of the things he would do to me.
"So then we'll watch the smoke pour off the lot, bring marshmallows, we'll make s'mores, we can smile, and cuddle as the fire ROARS! YOU were MEANT to be MINE, I AM ALL THAT YOU NEED, you carved open my heart! Can't just leave me to bleed!"
I couldn't believe my ears. He wasn't being helpful out of decency, he was obsessed with me. He was also a disgusting sadist. He wished to SHARE his pleasure of seeing everyone die with me! It was sinking through my flesh, bones and soul with how petrifyingly terrified I was of the situation I was in. I was scared straight.
"TUBBO! Open the door, please! TUBBO, OPEN THE DOOR!"
He screamed it with such volume that I jumped at the sound of my name. Tears streamed down my face like a potent waterful.
"TUBBO! Can we not fight any more please? Tubbo, can we please not fight anymore?"
I stood up and ran to the other side of the bathroom to grab the failsafe: a rope tied in a way where I could fake hanging myself, to save my skin. Every father figure I've ever had, that somehow including Schlatt, taught me this as the absolutely last option because it could go wrong if the rope was tied wrong.
I got a step ladder, passed the rope through a hook in the ceilling and waited for what he next said.
"TUBBO, SURE YOU'RE SCARED, I'VE BEEN THERE, BUT I CAN SET YOU FREE! TUBBO, DON'T MAKE ME COME IN THERE, I'M GONNA COUNT TO THREE!"
Oh shit, time was near. I put the mock noose around my neck, and tip toe-d at the top of the foot ladder, pulled the rope tighter, and opened my eyes wide, making sure I hold them open for the most of 30 seconds.
"ONE, TWO, FUCK IT!"
He broke down the door and stared at me, hung by a rope. Holy fucking shit it had worked.
He muttered, "TUBBO! Oh gods, no. He's gone.., Tubbo, please don't leave me alone, you were all I could trust, I can't make this alone, still I will if I MUST," he stroked my cheekbone, almost making me shiver, "I'll have to finish the job alone then,"
He then ran out of the manse at an ungodly speed.
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I waited untill I could no longer hear his footsteps, and then slipped the rope off of my neck and ran as fast as my legs could take me to Tommy's house in SnowChester, knowing he'd be there preparing himself for the community meeting.
I bolted into his house, panting, and yelled out,
"GHOSTBOO IS GOING TO KILL EVERYONE IF I DON'T INTERVENE!"
"O-OH HELL, um we need to find the revival book right now,"
"Why?" I said, having caught my breath ever so slightly,
He didn't tell me, he just raced up some stairs, and came down with the revival book. He threw it at me and said,
"IT'S ACTIVATED, JUST THROW IT HIM!"
So I started running to the Community house.
I ran into Aunt Puffy while running through Commune, she asked,
"Woah Tubbo, what's the big rush, besides, ghostboo just told us YOU'D JUST commited suicide,"
"Yeah well he's wrong about a lot of things," I paused slightly, "Aunt Puffy?"
"Yeah?"
"What's under the community house?"
"The boiler room?"
"Alright thanks!" I shouted,
"Tubbo, what's going on?" She screamed,
"Got no time to talk, I'm a dead boy walking!" I yelled, already running so she couldn't ask anymore questions,
I ran down the basement stairs and saw him, setting up the sett-off bomb.
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1158 words
Im very proud that im writing more words in my chapters, having said that, see you in part 5
