Never face it alone

                                    

                                          


                          
~TW~
                          
Suicide, mention of death, crying, minor swearing
                          
Tubbo gazed up at the darkening sky and reflected on recent events. He lay back against the soft grass of the hill he perched on. The hill was the one with Tommy's holiday home. That's what made it special. Tubbo remembered the day he built it. He was so proud. Wilbur and the others had left him alone with his thoughts since the event. Which was both a good thing and a bad thing. It was good because it gave him a chance to process what had happened but it was also bad because his thoughts were beginning to get dark.
                          
Why did Tommy do it?
                          
Tears spilled down Tubbos cheeks as he pounded the ground with clenched fists.
                          
"Why!" he screamed. Tubbo continued to scream till his voice was hoarse and he struggled to breathe. His hands ached as he punched the ground with even more force. This world was nothing without Tommy. What was the point anymore? He'd never get to see his best friends smiling face ever again.
                          
Blood ran down his dirt-covered hands. This sight just made him even angrier.
                          
Suddenly he stopped. His breathing hitched as a single thought echoed around his head:
                          
He didn't even get to say goodbye...
                          
This is what caused Tubbo to break. His best friend was dead and he had no one left. His life was in shambles and without Tommy, he was no one. Without Tommy, there was no Tubbo...
                          
Tubbo got up and ran. He ran and he did not stop. He could hear Wilburs cries getting further and further away. His face was covered in tears. Reaching a hand up, he tried to rub off the tears from his eyes but only succeeded in smearing blood on his face.
                          
He felt like he'd been running for eternity. His legs ached and the cuts on his hands burned. Tubbo started to feel light-headed ad he staggered to a nearby tree. He slid down the trunk of the tree and hung his head in defeat. 
                          
Why did Tommy want to do that? If only Dream wasn't such and bitch and didn't shoot him. Then he and Tommy could be sitting on their bench and listening to Tommy's disks. Instead, Dream shot him.
                          
Dream shot Tommy...
                          
Once again Tubbo burst into tears. His breath became uneven and he struggled to suck in oxygen into his lungs. Tubbos hands grasped his hair and tugged on it sending bolts of pain through his thumping head.
                          
Tubbo was a mess and he couldn't see himself get any better. Staggering, he stood up and walked to the edge of the cliff. The view was amazing - Tommy would've loved it...
                          
He sighed before taking another step forward and dangling his toes off the edge.
                          
"Tubbo!"
                          
Shit he thought, Wilbur had found him. How though? He'd run so far from everyone. No time to ponder on the unknown Tubbo, he scolded himself. Wilbur's yells were getting closer by the second. 
                          
"I'm sorry Will," he muttered.
                          
Tubbo closed his tear-stained eyes and blocked any intruding thoughts rattling around his mind.
                          
It was for Tommy...
                          
He would be with Tommy...
                          
Tubbo took that final step and fell.
                          
"TUBBO!!" he heard Wilbur scream as he plummeted to his death.
                          
Wilbur should've never let Tubbo deal with it alone...
                          
Well. that was a great first oneshot :) hope you enjoyed the angst