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have a 30 day smp au even tho the smp happened like a year ago 💀

~600 words

warnings: death and suicide mentions!! not graphic tho!

Another Life

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Tubbo has always been good on limited time. I mean, it's something he needs to be good at, anyways. Locked in a prison of sorts, barriers on all four sides of a boring old field.

A few years ago, everything was normal. A few years ago, an apocalypse started, nicknamed 'Damian' for reasons Tubbo can't remember. A few years ago, Tubbo and a select group of people were chosen as a last ditch effort from the human race. 'Project Heaven' is what they called it; Tubbo calls it Hell. A few years ago, Tubbo lost his freedom alongside the eight others, shoved into a small replicated ecosystem. They had 30 days of oxygen before the whole project was shut down. 30 days to prove that they had the best chance of continuing the human race out of all the other groups in the same situation as them. Only a month to prove that they could survive and thrive, despite the apocalypse.

Throughout the month, the group grew closer together, especially after the first, second, and third deaths. First to go was Phil, who was using a fishing pond he had made high above the ground, but got scared by Wilbur and fell to his death. Next was Wilbur, who couldn't handle the immense guilt from causing Phil’s death, someone he was very close to, and took his own life in the same spot. Finally, was Charlie, who got stuck in the mine he dug, and was crushed by the falling rocks.

That brings Tubbo to the present, the group's final hour. They hadn't passed the test, not by a long shot. They hadn't built enough, hadn't explored enough, and hadn't shown promising growth. So, the timer in front of their glass cage continues to click down. 00:00:59.

Tubbo looks around to the other test subjects, no, friends. His friends. Family, maybe. That sounded right. The people he's survived with for the last 30 days. The people that are dying with him. He just hopes that in another life, they would be able to do the things they had only dreamed of. If only they had more than one measly hour. 00:00:44.

They shared their last meal together as they watched the sun set on the horizon. They talked about their favorite memories in the last few days. Like when Ranboo sang to the squirrels like a Disney Princess, before getting absolutely mauled by the little critters and having to get patched up by Sneeg in their makeshift infirmary. Or when Phil had finally made a fishing rod, and spent so much of his time fishing that he fell asleep by the above ground pond, having to be brought back to the house by Wilbur. The mention of their dead friends made the whole group go silent in remorse. 00:00:37.

Tubbo watches in silent awe as Jack picks up a candle and lights it, placing it on top of a small ledge facing the sunset. It flickers, almost swaying in the wind, dancing to a song on mute. He lights two other candles methodically, and places them alongside the first. They flicker too. 00:00:29.

Someone starts singing, Tubbo doesn't know who, but someone does. And soon, other people join along. Some shed tears, some don't. Some smile, some don't. And Tubbo starts to accept what's to come. 00:00:16.

They huddle under the darkening sky, wrapped up in a blanket that Tommy had knitted, and their faces lit by the three candles; still gently swaying in the wind. They breathe as one. 00:00:07

They share one last smile, one last laugh, one last breath. Tubbo wouldn't change the story of his life for the world, even if the ending is bittersweet at best. 00:00:01.

A single tear falls. Maybe in another life.

00:00:00.

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hi bitches