Darryl Pov:

(A/N Bro he might be the main character at this point-)

Surely enough, Thursday came around sooner than I thought.

After going home from Nicks house I just laid in bed, doing nothing until night came. But even though I was tired, I couldn't fall asleep. I felt so much empathy for Nick that I was hurting for him.

Poor Nick, Poor Karl...

I ended up falling asleep at 4am, which would mean I would only be getting 2 hours of sleep.

When my alarm woke me up, I hit snooze.

And fell back asleep.

The second alarm went off, *Bring! Bring! Bring!*

It went off for a while, until I got so annoyed to the point where I just turned it off.

I got dressed, and headed off to my bus stop.

To be honest, I don't really know what clothes I put on, I was way to drowsy and sleepy. My eyes could barley open.

I got to the bus on time, luckily.

And before I knew it, I was back at school.

Before the bell rang, Nick came up to me.

"Hey," he said calmly. "Could you know, not tell anyone about Karl? I wouldn't want them to be sad. I'll just make up an excuse instead of telling them that he, y'know.." Nick trailed off.

He's so selfless. He's really thinking about others, at a time like this. He would rather them not be sad, when he is hurting.

"I won't, don't worry," I responded.

"Thank you by the way," he smiled. Well, tried to. He was grateful, I could tell. But still sad.

"Your welcome, but you really don't have to thank me."

"No, thank you," he started. "Thank you so much, you really did make me feel better. Thank you for looking out for me. And thank you for making me happier about this whole situation," He finished.

"...your welcome," I gave him a quick hug and then the bell rang.

We both headed off to our classes.

I actually didn't bump in to Alex, or Tommy.

Maybe they are busy.

I got in to class, and laid my head down on my desk, after sitting down on it.

Today was gonna be a long school day.

Or so I thought.

I woke up, in the classroom, but when I opened my eyes it was dark.

Why is it dark?

I lifted up my head and looked around.

When did I even fall asleep?!

I must have during advisory.

Why didn't the teacher wake me up?!

Or anyone else..?

. . .

I remembered what happened last time, and my whole body flushed with fear, and a bit of anger. For that teacher not waking me up.

All of my teachers have multiple classes a day, except for my advisory teacher. So she must have just forgotten. I hope. She better not be doing this on purpose.

I laid my head back down, facing the desk, and closed me eyes.

I sat in complete silence. I wasn't going to go in to that hallway. Not after last time.

Silence.

"The afterlife is actually quite nice."

Who said that?

The voice was pretty high pitched, and sounded British.

They kept talking, filling the silence that was once there.

"You know," he started saying. I lifted my head to see where the voice was coming from.

There was a short fluffy brown haired boy, standing by one of the windows.

The light from outside shined on him, making him look angelic.

He continued, "if you really don't want to leave through that door, then this window is always and option."

He had a very pretty British accent. He looked younger than me, probably a freshman, if he went to school, that is.

"What's your name?" I asked.

He doesn't scare me. He seems nice, and calm. He even made me feel better.

But what about afterlife?

He turned to me, his blue eyes shining.

"Hi. I'm Tubbo. At least, that's what my friends would call me." He frowned a little, and turned back to the window.

Tommy and Ranboos friend?

They would talk about someone named Tubbo, and how he hadn't been showing up to school recently.

"Tommy and Ranboo?" I tilted my head, giving a confused look. Even though he wasn't looking at me.

"Do you know them? They are really good people, you know. I really miss them, knowing that I'll never get to see them again." Tubbo leaned closer to the window. "It's still daytime, you will be okay."

Does he know?

"Tommy and Ranboo probably don't even know about me being dead." Tubbo whispered.

. . . No, don't be sad.

"They miss you, Tubbo," I said.

He started to cry a little, I could tell.

He stared outside and sighed. He leaned even closer to the window, his nose almost touching it.

"Flowers, they attract bees."

Why was he talking about bees?

"And bees make me happy."

There was silence for a bit, and then Tubbo backed away from the window.

"I wish that they would know that I'm sorry for leaving them," Tubbo turned his body towards me.

He was across the room, actually. There were three windows on that wall, and he was at the one closest to the teachers desk, which is in the front of the room. And I was sitting down on a desk, in the middle of the room.

"And Michal, too," Tubbo said, looking down.

Who's Michael?

Eh, it's none of my business.

"They talk about you a lot," I told Tubbo.

He turned his head up, to look at me.

"Ranboo was asking if people had seen you."

He smiled a little, and then stopped.

"And Tommy always talks about how you are his best friend."

Tubbo stared at me for a little.

"Thank you," he said. "If they ask, don't tell them about me being dead. I wouldn't want them to be sad."

"What do I say?"

"Tell them I moved, and not go to my house looking for me."

"I will."

He smiled and then walked in the direction of the other side of the room, going out of my sight.

When I turned my head behind me, he was gone.

I looked forward again.

Why can I see dead people?

And why are they talking to me?

I laid back down my head, before remembering what Tubbo said.

The window.

I'm actually sad that Tubbo and Karl are dead. They are literally my two favorites! I don't know why, it just ended up happening.

So uhm. . . Hello MOM! Thanks for reading this. 🧍

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