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Tommy isn’t dead, because Tommy can’t die. Tubbo laughs when Sam tells him that Dream beat Tommy to death, and heads to the prison to get his friend before he wakes up.
No, he’s not in denial. Why is Ranboo crying?or
Tommy and Tubbo are immortals, able to age but unable to die. Unfortunately, the rest of the server has no idea. This leads to some issues.
A series of different oneshots in which at least 1/2 of the clingyduo gets exposed as being immortal.
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- Part 5 of Belle's Dream SMP Fics
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Bench Duo: the unkillable menaces
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Ch8
Tubbo knelt next to Tommy. “Oi, Tommy, wake up.”
Nothing happened. Sam closed his eyes and turned away as well. He couldn’t watch this.
“Tommy,” Tubbo repeated, sounding annoyed. “You’re not in jail anymore. I got you out. You’re safe. Dream’s not here. Wake up.”
Silence. Ranboo made a low keening noise at the back of his throat, hunching over and clutching his chest like he was in physical pain.
Tubbo sighed. “Tommyyyyyy,” he whined. “Ranboo and Sam are waiting for you. Wake uuuuup.”
Sam’s heart sank in his chest. He steeled himself, preparing to turn around and--
There was a strangled gasp from behind him, followed by Tubbo’s cry of delight. Whirling on his heel, Sam watched in disbelief as Tommy jerked up, fingers tangling in the front of Tubbo’s jacket. Tubbo was beaming, cradling Tommy as the other teen continued to gasp, hands clawing at Tubbo’s ribs. Ranboo had gone two shades paler, gaping at the impossible scene before him.
“H-holy shit,” Tommy wheezed. “Getting b-beaten to death fucking sucks.”
“Blunt trauma is the worst,” Tubbo agreed cheerily, like Tommy hadn’t just come back to life in his arms. “I don’t have any gapples or healing pots on me right now, but once we get to the bunker I’ll get you some, ‘kay?”
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Tommy smacked his face, then winced when the action sent white spots flashing through his vision. “Tubbo, we didn’t tell anyone on the SMP. Why the fuck do you think I was acting so scared when Dream threatened to kill you?”“That. . . explains a lot, actually,” Tubbo muttered, looking disturbed. “I forgot. Whoops.”
“You forgot-- ”
Sam grasped the first thing in the conversation that he could understand. “Didn’t tell us what?”
“We’re immortal,” Tubbo replied cheerily. “Like-- uh, we can age, but-- unnatural death? Nope. We just get put into this weird stasis where we can hear stuff that’s happening around our body, and we can will ourselves to heal and wake up whenever.” He gestured vaguely. “It’s really weird. Don’t ask why we’re like this, we’re not answering that.”
Tommy smacked his arm. “Speaking of hearing-- you left me in there for hours, you bastard. I could feel the green bitch staring at my corpse like some creepy--”
“Oi, don’t blame me! I didn’t know you died!”
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Notes:
The bunker is a hidden place Tubbo and Tommy built. They usually go there after they wake up from dying to practice a bit of self-care :)
Sam, Ranboo, Tubbo and Tommy get some hot chocolate and have a nice conversation. And then Tommy crashes in one of the beds and sleeps for twelve hours straight because he was too jumpy to sleep for longer than two hours during his week in prison
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Any trace of grief instantly disappeared from Tommy’s face, replaced with annoyance. “God damnit, Tubbo!”Tubbo groaned, pounding on his chest. “Wh-- urgh -- what?”
Tommy scowled. “You were supposed to stay dead! ”
Tubbo sat up, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. “Huh? Why-- oh. They. . . don’t know, do they.”
Tommy flung his arms towards the sky. “No! ”
Tubbo turned to look at the gathered SMP, blinked owlishly, and turned back to Tommy. He smiled sheepishly. “. . . Oops?”
“What?” Dream demanded from where he had been backed into a corner, Sapnap’s axe shoved under his chin.
“Fuck you,” Tommy snapped, flipping him off. He turned back to Tubbo. “Tubbo, I swear to Prime I am going to strangle you with my bare hands--” He hastily scrambled forward and began rubbing Tubbo’s freshly-healed back as the boy doubled over, hacking out another mouthful of blood.
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“Aw, this was my favorite outfit.”“Tubbo, you have nine copies of the exact same outfit,”
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Tommy eyed him suspiciously. “What the hell are you doing?”“Messing with people,” Tubbo chirped, holding up his communicator. Tommy’s face went through a series of expressions before settling on exasperation. He stalked forward, gently pushing Tubbo back onto the bed.
“You shouldn’t be up. It’s only been five hours,”
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“Let me-- let me check Tommy’s arm--”Shit.
Everyone on the server kept their arms covered for the same reason: they displayed the number of lives they had left. Normally, a person would have three blood-red hearts tattooed on the inside of their nondominant forearm, and when they lost a life, a heart would turn gray.
Tommy and Tubbo, however, had three gray hearts overlaid with a gold infinity symbol. If anyone saw their tattoos, there would be questions. But if they woke up and tried to run. . .
Tubbo gave what would be best described as a mental sigh. Damned if they did, damned if they didn’t.
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The last chap….omg…… c!dreams suffering is oddly satisfying what is wrong with me