𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮-𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙚

ᴠɪᴇɴɴᴀ

When I wake, the moon is shining through the window and the bed is empty.

The bed is empty..

Before I can process what's happening, before I can really wake up, I'm off of the stool beside the empty bed and down the stairs. I stumble over my own feet in my haste before I reach the bottom, falling down the remaining stairs in the most ungraceful way, the worst possible outcomes running through my head as I land on the floor.

Did Tubbo die? Did someone kill him? Did someone kidnap him?

As I stand, using the wall beside me as a crutch, I groan in pain. I hear footsteps making their way over to my figure, many different pairs of feet moving around in front of me.

"Where is Tubbo?" I ask frantically, looking around at the different faces that stare at me. They look confused, and they look concerned. A woman with blonde bangs and black hair reaches out to , her hand landing on my shoulder. I flinch, already feeling a bruise forming from where I landed on it, she barely touched me. Niki was the one who pulled me away from the group forming, all silent, holding back questions of their own. I was sure they were

Niki brings me out of the group, just on the edge of the living room. I see one person sitting calmly, a bee pendent in his hands. Overalls cover a black and yellow sweater, underneath were the bandages that held him together. Sitting in my couch was a teenager who was cheating death. A boy not but the age of 17. Tubbo.

I break away from Niki, but her hand was already gone. I feel my body move before I could think, and I feel my arms encircling the boys shoulders as I crash on the couch. I hear Tubbo laugh, and his arms wrapping around me. he squeezed me tightly, laughs and sobs spilling from my mouth as I don't let him go.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" I push through clenched teeth, trying not to full out cry. I try to hold myself together in front of everyone else, in front of Tubbo, but I can't. I repeat apologies over and over again, the boy telling me again and again that it's okay, that he was okay, but I still felt guilty. I felt guilty as I held the boy so tight I was sure he was suffocating. Tubbo never let me go until I let him go, his bee pendent laying on the floor as I smile at the boy, and he smiles at me.

"I missed you bud." I whisper, pulling him back in for another hug, this one lasting longer and I hold him tighter. I didn't want to let him go while their were tears still in my eyes, but I have too. I don't want to spend all night being annoying and sticking to him like a thorn. So pull back and stand, picking the bee pendent off of the ground and handing it to the boy, he goes to stand and winces, healing potions could only do so much. I hold my arm for him to stabilize himself on, and he takes it gladly.

"Stayin alive?" I say as a joke, trying to stop myself from crying again, I couldn't do that much more in the same week, one was my limit. Tubbo smiles as he lets go of my arm, shaking out his legs. The hard feelings and emotions were out of the way, and now its time for comedy!

Tubbo replies, a laugh in his voice. "Just for the hell of it." The group around us breaks out in laughter, voices I haven't heard in a few days fill the air in that cheerfulness that we've missed completely as a whole. Its been so dark and damp lately without Tubbo, without him and Tommy causing chaos for no other reason then just because.

My door slamming open halts the joy, and a sweating Tommy breaks into the house with a panting Technoblade behind him. They each hold a few pieces of paper in each hand, Technoblade's gauntlets gripping the paper to hard, causing it to rip and tear as he slammed it down on the table. He doesn't look around the room before storming out of the house, cursing as he slammed the door closed. Tommy however, hands the papers he had in his had to Fundy, who hands the to Niki, Niki to Quackity and so on until it reaches me and Tubbo.

No more comedy, I think as I read what was on the paper.

Prepare for war, the 16th, was stretched across the top in big bold letters. it was on the second page, the third, the forth. I step away from Tubbo as Tommy comes over to his friend, leading to realize Tommy already knew about him being awake. I go to the papers Technoblade slammed on the kitchen table, and although they were tore in all the important parts of the page, I could tell they all read the same thing.

Prepare for war, the 16th,

The 16th was in three days and no one was ready.

no one had trained, no one had gathered armor, I hadn't made any progress with the golden apple plan, and we hadn't even figured out who the spy was!

The 16th was in three days, and we weren't prepared.

We weren't prepared at all..

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