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Crimson Stained Snow Edited:
It was cold. So, so cold.
Winter had been especially rough this winter and the many inches of snow reflected this. Snow was usually a gorgeous sight, the peaceful flakes bring peace of mind and serenity, however, it did not cover footprints…or blood.
Tommy gritted his teeth and dragged himself through the thicket of spruce trees, the snow was getting heavier, a near blizzard at this point. The ice-cold air getting pulled in and out of his lungs was like knives, it hurt to breathe.
It was an accident, he didn't expect to be stabbed...it was carelessness on his part. The knife was still wedged into his abdomen. it was risky to leave but fatal to pull out.
The only thing keeping him conscious and moving was the adrenaline.
Tommy had to find shelter and stop the bleeding, if not…
He shook his head.
Don’t think that way.
A trail of staggered steps and unsafe amounts of blood led to a small overhang of tightly packed dirt and stones. There lay a pale teenager, wearing a ripped white and red shirt, soaked with his own blood.
Tommy needed help.
The blood kept seeping out, warm and slippery contrasted with the harsh pelts of snow now falling harder and slicing their cold to his bones. It was harder to stay awake. But he just had to call for help...then this would be over and he could go home to his base, and resume his regular routine. Wreaking havoc, hanging out with Tubbo, and living his best, reckless life.
Yes. This was just a small pull in the blanket of his world, too much salt in a dish, with help it will all be over and fixed soon.
Shaking and bloodied hands reached for his responder, there was only one person that would know what to do, he always did.
…
“Calling Tubbo.”
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Beep
…
Beep
…
Beep
…
“Come on Tubbo, answer…” Tommy whimpered, “pick up…please!”
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Beep
…
The device crackled to life and a voice sounded from it, “Tommy?” Tommy let out a sigh of relief, Tubbo would know what to do, and Tubbo could find him and help him home. “Tubbo!” he answered, suddenly hopeful for his fate. “Tommy, I can’t do this right now, I have to take care of Micheal.” His usual bright tone wasn’t there but was instead replaced with exasperation.
“Tubbo, please-” Tubbo cut him off, “I’m sorry I just--” Tommy’s eyes widened in disbelief, it was late, he knew that but this was an emergency, surely Tuboo would help
...Right?
He was beginning to get light-headed, the snow around Tommy was stained crimson, and he was losing too much blood. Tommy shook his head, what was he thinking? Of course, Tubbo would help! Tommy licked his cracked and bruised lips “Tubbo, I nee-”
He was cut off once again by Tubbo “Tommy, I just….” Tubbo sighed and Tommy could hear a faint murmur which sounded like Ranboo saying something. Why wouldn’t Tubbo let him talk? There was a shifting sound as Tubbo turned his head back to the device. “Tommy, I'm happy now…” he stated, Tommy knew Tubbo was happy but why wouldn’t he listen? Tubbo always listened! It was always the two of them...Tubbo and Tommy, Tommy and Tubbo.
“T--Tubbo, I need help--'' He said desperately, pleading, begging for his best friend to help, tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, threatening to fall. There was another sigh from the other end of the call. “I can’t deal with you right now.” “Wait-”
Click.
The call disconnected.
No...please!
Tommy tried to ring again, no response.
Again and again and again.
No response.
A sob ripped through his throat as the tears finally flooded over, hot and stinging compared to the cold surroundings. The adrenaline had worn off and the pain of the heartbreak and stab wound was dizzying.
He moved to try again, maybe this time, but the device toppled from his frostbitten fingers. Merely a few feet away, yet unreachable. His body was shutting down and Tommy was paralyzed.
No. Please no.
The tears came faster
Unable to move anymore Tommy lay there, tears streaming down his face, breaths sputtering in and out of tired lungs. He hoped by some miracle that his body would unlock and that he could grab the communicator to somehow get help. But despite his tendency for imagination, Tommy knew the dismal future that likely lay ahead of him.
I'm scared.
Please…
I don’t want to die…not now, not yet!
Minute by minute passed, and the snow slowly stopped falling, and with it, a slowing heart, and final breath were taken.
“T-tubs, I’m so sorry…”
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It was a bleak winter indeed.
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Tubbo woke up to a comforting silence.
The soft breathing of sleeping Michael and Ranboo was calming. He sat up and stretched. He checked his communicator.
You have 5 missed calls from “Tommy.”
Tubbo sighed. Maybe he was too harsh last night. He shouldn’t have taken out his anger on Tommy. It had been hard ever since Wil had died, Tommy had been pretty much relying on him. Thinking of how he could make it up to his best friend, Tubbo sat up. “I should probably call him back to see what was wrong,” Tubbo muttered.
Calling “Tommy”
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Ring
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Ring
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Ring
…
Weird. No response. Tubbo walked back into his room and picked up his compass, he should go find Tommy, it was weird for him not to answer. “Boo.” he shook Ranboo’s shoulders, “Mm?” “Can you come with me?” Tubbo asked gently, “mhm..where…?” “Tommy isn’t responding to my calls. They got ready and left Micheal with Techno.
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The compass kept pointing into the dense forest...maybe Tommy had gotten lost. Ranboo and Tubbo ventured in, splitting up to find their friend.
Crunch
Crunch
Crunch
Tubbo had been walking around the forest for a bit. The compass finally stopped rotating and Tubbo followed the arrow. He paused, his eyes widening. In front of him, faint crimson drops of blood trailed off into the distance, nearly covered completely by the snowfall of the previous night. The dread built up in Tubbo’s stomach. He quickly picked up his pace, following the red trail. It suddenly stopped. The rest is covered by snow.
The arrow of the compass was still pointed straight ahead.
Tubbo looked up at the small alcove of spruce roots
His stomach plummeted and he screamed in horror. A scream so raw, so guttural, that it could shake even Technoblade himself.
“TOMMY!”