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They tell you that every snowflake looks different. I remember that one day a snowflake landed on my fingertips, and I remember when they melted. I cried, a lot. I thought it was better when the snowstorm ended, it melted so fast. I didn’t cry. It was finally quiet.
After Dream died (Maybe if you guys aren’t familiar, Dream is this HORRIBLE GREEN MAN, who tried to destroy our lives. He pretended that he owned like the whole server and targeted me and my bestfriend, Tommy. He tried to play God, and was also given a revival book which fueled his complex. Punz is his evil sidekick, we think Dream and Punz were in a homoerotic relationship together, but they wouldn’t let us.), we held Punz captive till he gave us all of the revival books.. then.. we burned them. I cried because of that. There was no way my snowflake would come back. It was for the better, that way they wouldn’t return any different than when I first met them.
My bed was so soft, but my pillow was hard as a rock. I lay awake at night just thinking about them. I was so confused why they still loved me, even after what I did. Now I know, it’s hard to think somebody you were going to spend your whole life with was actually a fraud. You miss who they were to you. This baby crying also keeps me awake at night. I love him, but sometimes he makes me think about my old feelings for my departed husband. Which, deep inside, makes me feel even more shitty.
My head spun as a I sat up, and sure enough my baby stops crying. Weird. I stood up and walked over to his room, just to be met with the ghost of my deceased husband. (I’m not even joking about ghost.. this world is strange. There’s ghosts, monsters.. even I’m a monster, ever since I grew these devilish goat horns. My deceased husband isn’t human either.) I haven’t seen them since the day before Dream’s death.
“Ghostboo. I thought I told you to not come here.”
I tried to reach through them in order to reach my son, but my hand stopped.. right on their shoulder.
“I don’t look like a ghost, do I?” They turned around, a big grin on their face. It was even more mean, they’ve always looked like a ghost. Their multicolored hair, face, and eyes. Their horns, their teeth, their fangs. I should have known they weren’t human.
I was horrified, sweating like crazy, I was so anxious.
“Ranboo? You’re back.. but how?” I screamed and cupped their face, which fueled their ego that I didn’t even know existed. It was a mistake, and I knew it. My tears blinded me as I slapped them. Didn’t even get to see their reaction when I took my baby back from them.
“Give me my son back!”
“Our baby.” I felt their hands on my cheek, and I stupidly looked in their eyes. I was still so horribly blinded by love. It was bad.
“Don’t you miss me, honeybee?”
I looked away, “Sam told me what you did! I don’t think I could ever forgive you.”
“You think you don’t, but you really do.”
“SHUT UP!”
I’ve never ran so fast out of the warmness of my own home. Outside it had already started to flurry, which didn’t really help.
There wasn’t much people I could trust. I wanted to keep Tommy’s peace, I still haven’t told him what Ranboo did. Nor have I seen him since we defeated Dream. I have no idea where Captain Puffy is. Quackity and Wilbur are both insane. Foolish is too far. Jack and Fundy have went insane. I have no idea where Niki is. I don’t think Technoblade likes me, plus he was like Ranboo’s best friend. Philza likes me, but he lives with Technoblade, I don’t want to get caught. Bad’s a cult leader, that’s not very trustable.. How about Sapnap.. or Karl? I haven’t seen them in a while.
Oh yeah, Sam.. he went insane, but at least he hates Ranboo. Not really hate, more like conscious.
Is him being so conscious and aware making him insane?
I pulled out my communicator. Thank Prime! He was online!
“Sam! Where are you?”
I texted, and I waited.
But no response? Sam never kept you waiting?
“Sam! I need you!”
I sent another message, but was met with no response.
“I need your help, Sam!”
I tried my luck again, but sadly the clover only had three leaves. Great, now I needed to find somebody else.
“Oh.. Sam’s probably not going to respond..” I heard a voice behind me whisper. I turned around only to see that happy little grin.
“What do you mean.”
“Sam’s alive! Don’t worry! I’m not a monster. Unlike you.”
“I’ve never murdered anyone! That makes me not a monster! What did you do to Sam?”
“Well, cats got his tongue.”
“Are you black mailing him?”
And they just smiled! It was super creepy. Horrifying. I felt like I was going to pass out and I held my baby tight. By now he was asleep. I was super aware and conscious of my surroundings.. My tears falling down to the crafting table floor, the prison like lights overhead of me. I couldn’t even look up, my head ached like someone had just blown me up with fireworks.
“Tubbo! My love.. do they know you’re a fraud.. Tubbo.”
I lifted my head up, “What?”
I was met with no response for a short while. I adverted eye contact with them completely, but they spoke again.
“Do they know? And have you let them in on your other secrets, Tubbo? Are they ready to gut you.. to torture half as well as .. I.. can. JUST to find out the secrets?”
They let out a slight chuckle, I still didn’t even try to look up.
“I really can’t stand all the rest of these people.. every one of them has some fatal glitch in personality.
Whiners
Freaks
Crips
Cowards
Every one of them!
But not you.. Tubbo. Noo my man.. not you Tubbo.”
I felt their breath get closer.
“For every one else it must be hell. But it must be heaven for you.. ay my good friend.”
They let out a laugh I’ve never heard before. I knew I couldn’t escape. If I had told anyone they’d do to me what they had done to Sam. Which is.. I have no idea.
“How are you alive..?” I asked.
“You thought you got rid of all the copies.. didn’t you? When I watched Dream fall down to hell, I knew it was my time to come back. He yelled at me not to. It was so sad. He tried to contain me all this time, but now he’s gone.”
“Contain you?”
“He knew that I am way worse than him. He CREATED me. He made me like this. All he did was suppress and suppress me down DEEP into the ground. He tried to play God.. but I AM. God. I am like the second coming!”
The street lights dimmed.. the golden aura of the sky fell down onto this wretched Earth. I ran again. I just needed to escape.