Dsmp Oneshots

Forget me not

Type - hurt/comfort 
Warnings -  mentions of death, crying, sad kinda stuff, a bit of mention of blood. 

Characters - Tubbo, Ghostboo, past Ranboo, past Tubbo, Micheal

Word count - 2434

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I wasn't sure when the flowers got there.

I was here to grab cleaner clothes, to maybe take a shower, to fix my weapons and find a better cloak.

But there, on the long wooden dining table, one of the only pieces of furniture we had managed to bring in, was a small little vase.

In that little vase, with the clay chipped and the paint faded, was a tuft of sky blue flowers, the centre of each one white or yellow.

I walked up to that side of the table, my hooves loudly clicking against the wooden floor, the sound travelling through the giant room, before bouncing back to me, louder than before.

I reached up gently, my armour heavy on my arms. With gentle hands, I picked a bunch of the flowers from the vase, feeling the vine they were attached to prickle at my bare hands. It was light in my hand, an extreme difference from the sword I usually carried.

A smile grew on my face as a memory of a flower like this came to mind, and the daisy in my pocket seemed to grow more apparent. But then my smile dropped as I thought of the scream they had given as they fell, their first life gone because of me.

They reminded me of him in a way I couldn't explain, in a way that had hurt me. But it was their fault. The dead man wasn't the one who owned the mansion anymore.

He was dead. He was rotting in a grave, and couldn't speak or give the mansion to someone I had never met before.

I was the one who owned the mansion in which I stood.

The flower slipped down in my hands, the stem between my fingers. I closed my fist, crushing the innocent flower in my hands. Then I let it go, watching as the silky petals fell to the ground, crumbled beyond repair.

I stepped onto it with my hoof, pushing it into the wooden ground, destroying the rest of it.

With an angry yell that bounced through the room, I smacked the vase off the table, angry tears spilling from my eyes. The vase shattered as it hit the ground, spilling water and flowers all over the floor, splashing my hooves and pant legs.

I shook my hooves off as I stepped out of the puddle, scowling as I looked at the water spots on my pant legs.

I walked away from the room, fixing my shirt as I headed towards my room, ready for a proper shower in my own shower, not stealing showers from whoever's abandoned house I would find.

But before I could shower, I was interrupted by the figure on my bed.