Small MCYT Stories

Unknown Disease

Again
I like to project onto tubbo and I don't know why
Next time will he happy story
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He's not going to live long. That much is obvious.

It wasn't clear what was exactly wrong with him, but it wasn't good. It was like his body was attacking itself. He was easily exhausted, and winded.

He wasn't even hungry anymore. His entire body just gave up on itself.

He didn't tell his friends, they just assumed that he was a little out of shape when he had to stop and catch his breath more often than them, and assumed that he had a small appetite.

It got worse everyday.

Tubbo was with his closest friend, Tommy. They were out collecting flowers for Tubbo's new flower garden.

"I don't understand why you need so many flowers." Tommy told him.

Tubbo grinned, "We need lots of flowers to bring over lots of bees."

"Don't understand your obsession with bees."

"I just think they're neat." That wasn't completely wrong. Tubbo loved bees as much as he loved Tommy, or Wilbur, or Niki. No one understood but that didn't matter to him.

A few minutes had passed and Tubbo decided that they collected enough flowers. "Okay, that's good. We can head back now." He told Tommy, carefully placing all the flowers into a bag.

Tommy nodded, getting to his feet. "Cool." He started to lead the way back to their home, Tubbo followed close behind.

Tubbo watched the sky, excited to set up his own flower garden. He looked forward to seeing all the bees stop by and check out his flowers. He couldn't wait to have everyone over and they could sit by the flowers, having a picnic. All together.

A smile spread across Tubbo's face, but it quickly faded when he broke into a coughing fit. Tommy quickly turned around to see if Tubbo was okay, only to find him on his knees.

Tommy rushed over, "Tubbo, are you okay?" He asked, helping Tubbo stand up.

As soon as he was standing, his legs gave out and he collapsed into Tommy's arms. "Sorry I.." He gasped for air, "Must've overworked myself.."

Tommy stared at Tubbo, confusedly, "But we were just digging up flowers. Tubbo, what's wrong?"

Tubbo shook his head, "Nothing.." He breathed out, his voice barely a whisper, "Let's keep going.. the flowers aren't going to last long if we just..." Tubbo tried walking but collapsed immediately.

"Tubbo!" Tommy gasped, helping Tubbo sit up, "Okay... Let's just rest for a bit.." He nodded.

Tubbo leaned against Tommy, trying to focus on his breathing. His eyes closed, "Tommy.. you're going to help take care of the flowers, right?"

Tommy blinked, "I guess I could help.. yeah."

Tubbo smiled slightly, he set the bag of flowers on the ground and he hugged Tommy tightly, "You're such a good friend, Tommy."

"Jeez Tubbo... you're acting like you're.." Tommy paused, "You're not.. right?"

"I think everything decided that today's the day. Sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

"Why didn't you?? We could've helped make you better." Tommy stared worriedly at Tubbo.

Tubbo shook his head, "No I think.. I think that would've been impossible."

"Come on, Tubbo. We're going to take you to Wilbur and make you better!" Tommy tried helping Tubbo up, but Tubbo was not responding to anything. "You still have to make that flower garden! What about all the bees?"

Tommy looked at Tubbo. Tubbo's expression was unreadable, and he seemed to be staring at something. "Tubbo." Tubbo snapped out of his thoughts, looking to Tommy.

Tubbo was about to say something, but was cut off by another coughing fit. Tommy looked around quickly, seeing if anyone was nearby.

"It's okay, Tubbo. We'll find someone to help you!" He didn't see anyone, and then noticed that Tubbo went quiet again. "Tubbo?" He looked down.

Tubbo has his eyes closed and his breathing was a lot slower than it was. "Tubbo, come on! We can get you help but you have to work with me here!"

Tubbo opened his eyes slightly, and he reached for Tommy's hand. He grabbed it and whispered, "We're gonna see so many bees.. aren't we?"

"A whole lot of them. Maybe some will move into that hive by your house."

"Yeah..." Tubbo squeezed Tommy's hand gently, letting his eyes close again, and letting his thoughts slip away.