MCYT angst oneshots

Freeze

Tubbo
- starvation
- hypothermia
- suicide attempt

Tubbo stared down at his hands. The tips of his fingers had been drained of blood, leaving his skin pale and almost dead-looking. They shook incessantly, trying desperately to regain the warmth they lacked, only to be left somehow colder than they were before. Tubbo tucked his hands into his pockets.

"We need to talk about this." Ranboo spoke softly. He had been watching Tubbo for some time now, noticing his bad habits and how they had begun to eat him alive- literally. The boy had lost so much weight that it looked as though he wouldn't last the winter, a thought that terrified Ranboo. It was only early October and although the temperature had dropped significantly from where it sat in the summertime, this was far from the worst of it. It would only get colder.

"Talk about what?"

"Don't be naive."

"Don't be so vague."

"Tubbo, you have to start taking care of yourself. Can't you see that this is going to kill you if you don't stop soon?"

"I'm fine! Frankly, I don't have a clue what you're on about, seeing as you're not doing much better! Why don't you start sleeping a little more and then talk to me?"

"That's not even close to the same thing and you know it!"

"But isn't it? You know damn well the consequences of sleep deprivation. I know you've seen it before."

"This isn't about me, Tubbo! Not everything is, as hard as that may be to believe."

"Hard for who? Hard for you? Sorry, who exactly is deflecting here?"

"Look at yourself! Do you really think you can go on like this?! This is it, Tubbo! End of the fucking line!"

"You know what? Screw you too. I'm going to bed."

"This conversation isn't over!"

"We'll see!"

Tubbo ran down the hall, leaving Ranboo alone once more. How he hated being alone.

Hot tears started to fall down his face. Maybe Tubbo was right. Maybe he was just making up problems so that he didn't have to face the reality of his own crumbling mental state. How long could he go on like this? Would he himself last the winter?

He couldn't bear the thought.

•••

Tubbo slammed the bedroom door shut as hard as he could, which really wasn't much. He was weakened these days by his limited diet and days spent laying in bed for hours upon hours.

It was dark here, the sun blocked by clouds bringing in an early season storm. Frost has already begun to stick to the windows, and even the wildlife was quiet, anticipating the harsh winter ahead of them.

Tubbo crawled into bed, never taking his eye off of the window. He loved winter, or at least he did before everything went south. He held many warm memories of trudging through fresh snow, leaving tiny footprints on the ground behind him. He had been much brighter then, warmer.

He wanted nothing more than to return to those times.

Tubbo took his eyes off of the window for a moment and stood up again, walking over to the door. He quietly opened it and peered down the hall into the living room, where Ranboo held his head in his hands, mumbling things to himself.

He was distracted.

Tubbo took this as his sign and hurried back to the bedroom. The window called to him once more and he put all of his body weight into opening it. The freezing air hit his face and calmed him immediately. Oh, how he had missed this.