Purr For Me (DNF)

Epilogue 6

-a/n: sad ending ahead.

but then again, a happy ending is only that because the story ended at a good time.-

A woman in her early 80's sat out on the porch of her house, her wrinkled face gazing out towards the dark, gloomy sky. A weight of anxiety sat heavy on her heart. She had a feeling that something was coming, something huge, something that would shake the whole world, especially her generation.

She prayed it wasn't what she thought it was.

-time skip to tomorrow-

"Grandma?" her granddaughter asked, gently tapping on the old woman's shoulder. "I just read this article which was posted minutes ago. It's about a guy named Dream who was supposedly famous in your generation. Do you wanna take a look?"

It was the late afternoon when her granddaughter came searching her out. She had held her bright blue phone in her hand, a hesitant look on her face.

"Of course," the old woman smiled. "I'd love to see."

The granddaughter handed her grandmum her phone, and when the woman read it, her face went pale and she dropped the electronic with a soft clatter on the floor.

"Grandma?" the granddaughter said in a panic. "Are you OK? Grandma?"

As the granddaughter frantically, gently shook her grandmum, the phone glowed a strained white, with the large words in black nearly taking up the whole screen.

Famous YouTuber Dream from 2020's dies from old age, the title read, his husband is distraught.

-pov switch-

It was the year 2092 during November that would strike grief into the hearts of many of the old generation. But all their grief was nothing compared to a 90 year man somewhere in Florida.

"Dad," Oliver pleaded, trying to shake the only father he had left away from Dream's cold body. "Please, Dad, we have to let them take him."

"No," George shook his head, clutching onto his now-late husband's lifeless hand tightly. "He's mine. You all can't take him."

"Dad, I'm begging you-" Oliver choked on a sob. "Please, we have to let them."

"He's all I have," George said, grasping onto Dream tighter. "Everyone else is gone."

Sapnap and Karl were dead, the former struck by an unlucky stroke, the latter hit by a severe heart attack a few years earlier.

Wilbur was hit by a car driven by a careless drunk in broad daylight while he was trying to cross the road.

Quackity was taken by cancer. Tommy had been distraught, and had collapsed when the news was broken to him, but he was alright after that, he just smiled lesser and laughed little. Both the Alexes he had known, both snatched away by the dirty claws of cancer.

Tubbo was an invalid, both his legs gone because of an infection. Tommy and he were all the other had left.

"He's all I have left," George whimpered, "You can't take him from me."

"We're not taking him from you, sir," a nurse spoke up softly. "We're going to clean him up and then he can come back to you."

"I'm his," George was saying, his eyes dilated, cut into cat eye slits. "I can't leave him. You can't take him from me."

"George," Tommy said, holding George with the tenderness one only could have with years of being comrades, brothers. "You need to let them take him. Dream will come back to you."

"I can't leave him," George said, the tiredness in his eyes, in his face, wearing through skin and bone. "I don't want to leave him."

"It's OK, George," Tubbo whispered. "Just let them take him for a while. He'll come back."

"I- Tubbo, Tommy-" George clutched onto the duo, tears finally breaking through and falling down his wrinkled face. "I'll die without him. He's my life."

"I can't lose him."

-time skip-

It was now 2093.

One year since his dad had passed.

Oliver's face had an unspoken grief woven into it as he opened the gate of the cemetery and stepped in, mutely paying respects to the dead strangers around him as he passed by.

He came to a stop in front of a marble-emerald grave, the words In loving memory of Clayton Ray Huff glaring out at him.

He placed the chrysanthemums in his arms on the grave. "It's been one year without you, Dad," Oliver murmured. "Last week, Tamara and Tara had their first day of college! They're growing so fast..."

Then he stepped away and moved on to the grave on Dream's left.

"Hey, Father," Oliver let the words slip over his throat softly and quietly, lest the tears fall. "I hope you're happy with Dad up there."

George, not being able to handle the loss of his beloved, had his health dramatically decline for half a year until he finally died in his sleep with a sad smile on his face, the last word being uttered out of his mouth being known as Dream.

Many people speculated George's cat-side was what killed him, since it was widely known that he had always subconsciously thought of Dream as his owner. The grief was probably too much for one man to handle, and he died of heartbreak.

"I love you both." 

Oliver closed the emerald eyes he inherited from Dream and let the tears fall.

Author's Note: this is the last epilogue

are you satisfied with the ending? or did you want a happier one?

i made myself sad writing this oh no

i have to go to school now. boring

stay safe and see you all in the next post!

-sparkz

p.s. i just realised i have to count all the words in every chapter later i am so fucked

and also if you couldnt tell the old woman at the start of the epilogue is me in the future
i wanted to insert myself into my own story so i did teehee

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