Death Need Not Apply

Ranboo took Tubbo's hand, squeezing it, as they walked towards their new home. "I recognise here. I died here" He whispered for Tubbo's ears only. "But I think there's more to my death then me falling off this bridge." The river meandered beneath them, having long since washed away signs of Ranboo's death. Tubbo squeezed Ranboo's hand back.

A silent promise that it will never happen again.

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Tubbo can see ghosts, Ranboo is a ghost, Tommy is a serial killers next victim. It's a race to solve all of L'manberg's mysteries. Before it's too late.