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Tinky screamed, tears falling down his face and onto his bloodied fur as men in coats repeatedly beat and stabbed him. He flailed his sore arms, trying to grab onto White–but the latter only looked down and kicked his hand away, wiping the blood on his foot onto the grass.
"AAAHHGH, WHITE PLEASE...!!" Tinky felt a sharp twist in his leg and cried harder, said limb torn and bent in a way no tubby could ever recreate. "WHITE!" Poor baby couldn't even turn his head to look at the bone sticking out of his leg, his neck shoved to the ground by a metal rod with a claw attached to it–keeping him from getting up.
One man in black boots stomped on Tinky's wrist, the group hearing an unsettling crunch before another yelp by the one in purple. A dark crimson was pooling under the tubby, causing him to choke on it through screams.
All the while White stood a few feet away, a churning in his stomach making him want to puke at the sight of his lover dying and not being able to do anything about it lest he go out like Tinky too. White took a deep breath, the coppery scent of the blood pool making his head spin.
But as White was thinking back on old memories with Tinky, he didn't realize the purple tubby's screaming had ceased. His body was limp, antenna droopy as his soul said it's goodbye to the overworld. Snapping back to reality, White turned and saw the other dead tubbies not too far from the dome. Was it over? Did he really just sit through their deaths like some dog? Guilt washed over White before he spoke.
"They're gone...?" White asked, looking back to the men in coats who gave an air of annoyance.
"Of course they're gone, do you not see it?." One spoke up, crossing his arms before the rest began to leave. Not cleaning up the messes they made, White was left in a mainland that was without another living tubby. Even worse that those men were the only ones that he had contacted in a while and he couldn't get out since his den was still ruined after that storm. He was left alone, to wander by himself. Whether he died or not wasn't a concern for the organization anymore.
White's ears twitched as he fell to his knees beside Tinky's lifeless body, hands going to flip him over. The purple tubby had multiple wounds and dried blood and tears on him, it pained White to see Tinky like this but he couldn't reverse time no matter how much he wanted to. A few salty tears fell down his cheek as White leaned over and left a kiss to Tinky's forehead.
Then to his cheek. And then his lips. And another to his lips, wishing Tinky was alive for this. White stared back at the dead tubby, closing his eyes and starting to sob softly. He didn't care about his appearance anymore, the men in coats were gone. He laid down next to his lover, putting a hand around his waist and not caring about the lukewarm blood that was staining his pristine white fur. Closing his own eyes, he cuddled up and thought of when he used to do this and listen to Tinky's beating heart.
"I miss you already."