DSMP SHORT STORIES

💙 Paid Enough 💙

- TW: DEATH DESCRIPTION AND MURDER INVOLVEMENT -

"Who am I without you?" Tommy wanted to yell, yet it was hardly a whisper from his aching voice. Blue streams of liquid threatened to spill from his soaked eyes and dampen the smooth, bandaged, skin below.
Once innocent, blue eyes met with the mitched-matched ones of his best-friend. A single brown eye, and one that seemed to represent a radioactive warning sign: Tommy would have asked why he had it, but seeing how much physical pain Tubbo had went through, it was pretty obvious as to why.

"Yourself" His cold voice is what startled Tommy most, as if though he had already accepted that he was just a play thing: or as dream said, A pawn. A thing that was made to die. He was going to die.

He huffed in realisation at tubbos words, the years freely falling as he looked to his side.

"Are... Are you accepting this?" The blonde couldn't bring himself to make eye contact with his smaller friend. Near five meters away stood the demon that was going to kill tubbo if Tommy didn't do something, and for once, there was nothing Tommy could do.

"Yeah," He shrugged souly, "it's alright, we said our goodbyes already" he chuckled softly, clearly hollowed as his face showed no smile or even an ounce of happiness, at most it showed a painful realisation and relief.

"Wah?"

"He described me as a pawn," Tubbo shook his head, the wisps of poorly dyed blonde hair brushed over his porcelain eye. "And, this is checkmate!" He looked up at Tommy, moving Infront of him so he couldn't look away from his scarred and soft expression.
"This is it, this is the end," The smaller tried to reach his shoulders, but just ended up resting his hands on Tommy's forearms. "I suggest you resign"

The tears spilled like a sink would do if it was left on for far too long. You could hear the small tap of the liquid onto the floor from the silence, or maybe that was just the sound of dreams tow tapping the floor waiting for them to hurry up.
Tommy broke tubbos hold on him, grabbing both of his hands as a sadistic and hollow smile was lifted onto his face.

"Tubbo" His voice hicked, "even through this entire server, I always regarded you as my side kick," he chuckled softly, faintly, it was hardly a laugh at all. "But now I see, Now I see I was really your sidekick all along"

The two smiled at eachother as tears ran down both their faces, though tubbo mostly only had his tears on one side of his face.

"Please don't go" He repeated, watching as tubbo smiled and turned away to walk closer to the beast that was currently swaying his ace about.

"It's about time anyway, About time" he chuckled again, looking at Tommy as pain and fear struck his face: exposing his real feelings deeply.

Tommy looked at the portal, hoping to see any sort of disform to show someone was going through, though nothing surfaced.

"Tubbo please" Tommy pleaded, grabbing the boys sleeve and try pull him away.

"Tommy, let go" Dream raised his axe above his hand on tubbos sleeve. He let go, watching as Tubbo stood infront of dream, watching as the pain and fright arose more in Tommy's eyes.
Hesitance was something dream lacked as dream swang his blade.

Tommy watched. Saw every second of the pain and blood that splattered from Tubbo. The moment felt like it had frozen, well not frozen but definitely slowed.
He had to watch as Tubbo looked upwards, watch as the blade hit his head, his skull.

Out of all the wars, exactions and battles Tubbo had survived he was forced to go down by dreams hand. It was pitiful.

He felt the word shrink, or perhaps he had just fallen, it was hard to tell when your mind was racing in a slow mode.
When did life get so difficult?

And how more difficult would the world be now that's tubbos gone?
The two had spent their whole lives together, how could one live if the other didn't?

That was the true pain of the situation.
The betrayal of those he trusted to help, the hatred of the green bitch whom stole his best-friends last canon life.

And the regret of not helping, or doing something more, that one hurt the most.