#repost bc i didn’t mean to post this earlier whoops

[cowboyx2]

blood drips through hands and tubbo wants it to drip past his fingers so the people below the deck can see what a monster hes become but he can’t help but feel helpless as no matter how hard he tries it does not stop the blood dripping down

he can ranboo and tommy through the cracks in the wood he stands on. they laugh and smile yet tubbo can not make out the words. blood drips on top of ranboo’s head and he does not move, it is like his struggle is invisible, like maybe he is not there at all

ranboo is gone in a blink and it is just tommy. he sits alone on a beach, a shoe is missing, his hair uncombed, scraps bruises and dirt cover his body. before tubbo can try to scream out to him, there is a boy ankle deep in water. this boy has burn scars littering his face, he wearing a suit fit for a president. this boy does not wear a face of compassion, he wears one that all the presidents before him have worn. tubbo wants pretend that is not him in the water

with another blink tommy is replaced with an empty crater. nature climbs its walls and infests any last remembrance of a country once loved. no person walks the rim, no people sing a goodbye, not a person walks this land. tubbo wants so desperately to leave. the deck that holds him cracks then breaks all at once and he falls. blood comically comes down with him as a pained scream breaks the silence.

he hits the ground and still breaths what should be a dead man’s last. tubbo’s green shirt is stained red, a dirty crimson covers him head to toe. he begs for the earth to swallow him whole but he is not alone. his loved ones, family, enemies, people he does not remember the name of all peer over the top.

he is not a monster but a small pleading boy and the people have no pity