(Ranboo PoV)
(Flashback)
I came home from school late that day. I had gone to the park with Tubbo but his sister Lani was ill and so we left early. I came home expecting too see clay doing his homework. Dad cooking or cleaning or some other chore. Instead I saw blood. Lots and lots of blood. It was pouring out of a limp body. A body with a face of a kind brother. One that helped his little brother with homework and stood up too bullies.
He was limp on the floor as the man he called his father beat him to an inch of his life to the point where every breath could be his last.
He ran out of the house after that limping across the street leaving a small trail of speckled blood. He probably went to see his friends.
We were watching the news a few hours later when we saw about a building explosion. Abandoned building and a faulty gas tap. Had lead to a massive fire people were running out screaming and crying yelling. It was a teen hangout apparently. Lots of teens hid there.
When Dream hadn't returned after awhile we got nervous.
Then the police came
He was crushed by the unstable floors in that building
That all he was now was a piece of charcoal
That he had seen the building burst into flames and ran in there to save people. His skull was crushed and his body mangled but he was there. Too broken to be identified.
I still remember that day. To well. He had a small funeral. The cheapest humanly possible. Father didn't want to have one but it was paid for by an anonymous person who was likely mum feeling bad for leaving. I brought flowers and sat by the ash pot. Since he was already half cremated they burnt what was left of him and put him in a pot for the funeral rather than having to buy an expensive coffin. Clay always said he wanted to paint his coffin. He never got too. I wanted to try but when they didn't even consider buying a coffin I knew that dream was long dead.
I still have his ashes. In a little glass pot. The ones you get glitter in. It was tied to a thin necklace I wore.
He was still here. Still here to protect me.
But hearing those words made me feel like that protection had broke. He was killed by someone. How could he protect me if he couldn't even protect himself.
I snapped out of my thoughts however too hear I've thing
"BOO Oreo boy, I found you"
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Generation loss au continued
Hayran KurguA continuation of generation loss au by ghostly_writer, for the first 12 chapters you need to read their story before this one. I have permission from ghostly_writer to continue this.
