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he's got one hand in his coat pocket with his finger on the button, the other hand resting against the god-forsaken thing that he's balanced up against the wall.
only one or two people have noticed, and even then all they did was spare a quick glance and a shrug. it's a lot funnier to tubbo than it probably should be. but, he thinks, it's better this way. easier for everyone.
he takes a breath when the area goes silent and people have stopped passing by, and thinks this is it. nobody should be close enough to die, just tubbo. is anyone is caught up then they should be fine, barely anyone is on their last life. they'll come back.
"gonna be real fucking pissed if i get revived," he mutters. his last thought before the button gets pressed is wondering how long his voice has been so flat for.
no one knows what's going on.
everything is shaking, everything is making noise, everything is blinding.
when it's over, when people can hear and see and move again, they all stumble in a panic towards the damage. it's devastating. so much of the smp is gone. unrepairable, all the way down to bedrock.
there's no undoing this, they all know instantly.
that isn't what makes tommy and ranboo crumble and break, though.
'tubbo was killed by a nuclear explosion' hangs in the air, fills up their minds, settles in the pits of their stomachs and drags their hearts down with it.
it works, though. the message tubbo wanted to come across has been made clear and everyone silently understands; this smp is no way to live. try again and make it better.