𝐌𝐂 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 #𝟐𝟗 𝐓𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐎

Suggestion #29 - Tubbo

YOOOOOOO WHAT'S GOING ON GUYS, IT'S YOUR FLYING FALCON WITH THE SALT GUN, BACK WITH A WHOLE NEW ONESHOT JUST FOR YOU!!!

Before we go into today's chapter, I would like to quickly run over a few things:

1. Every Tommy and Tubbo oneshot I do WILL be platonic, and this one is no exception.

2. I heard that Tubbo doesn't want anyone beside his family and close friends to use his real name, so I will, out of respect for him, be using the name Tubbo during this oneshot.

That was it :)

⚠WARNING⚠
this oneshot contains loss of family - if that triggers you, please dont read :) also in this one you'll have a big sister. if you dont irl, lets just pretend ;)

This one was suggested by Bork_Commits_Arson, and I really hope you all...........

ENJOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A piece of decent sized black material was chugged across your room with a powerful throw, sending a gush of wind against the side of your tear-stained face with your puffy eyes and red brim running all around the edge, with the salty liquid filling up your entire eyes, causing an annoying, permanent blur to stain your vision.

The red lipstick that had been applied nicely onto your perfectly shaped lips, was wiped away with your bare arm, leaving a long, red mark that ran all the way from your elbow to right above your wrist, feeling as if it was burning into your skin and scorching into your quivering lips.

Black stains were left under your eyes, running down and mixing in with the undeniable tears that fell like a waterfall down your cheeks, before meeting again down on the floor where they fell, leaving behind long streaks of roads that the liquid used to run away from your eyes.

Your heart, shattered, felt as if it was slowly pulling the shards of itself that used to be glued together, further away from one another, and you felt it slowly cut you open from the inside-out. Everything was hurting, and your blood pumped through your ears violently, the endless roaring being the only thing you could hear, if you looked past the sobs that wracked your entire body. Those you could hear, of course you could, because pain always overpowers everything, and you could safely say that you were in pain.

A black dress was laying in the corner of the room now, holding the memories that had taken place only a couple of hours ago, and the sight of the gravestone with the engravings of a name so familiar, it was almost too painful to bear. The black dress, the one that had been worn to your sister's funeral, was tempting to alight on fire and watch it burn, in hopes of it destroying the memories, the sight, the feelings of unbearable pain that it held within its soft yet scratchy material. 

You sensed a certain brown haired boy's presence by the doorway long before you could even hear his silent footsteps caused by the newly black polished shoes he was wearing, or his soft voice filling your ear. His aroma with a hint of cologne and his natural scent was alluring to quite literally everyone, and as his smell slowly crawled inside the room, the one with the choking tension of the black dress and your heartbreak screaming out into the air with silent words, some kind of calmness suddenly eased onto your shoulders, yet still couldn't quite keep your heart together.