He heard the explosions before he saw it. He didn’t even really see it.

He didn’t know what the fuck was happening. He just remembers Tommy pushing him hard.

Pushing him away from the explosion. From getting hurt.

He had hit the floor hard, and there was a ringing in his ear. He could hear the muffled screams of his friends. The panicked screams.

He opened his eyes to see ash filling the skies. He sat up and looked around.

There was blood trickling down his head and he lifted and a hand to it wincing on contact. His arm burned, he looked down and saw a slash across his arm. The blood was gushing out. He lifted his right hand to it and put pressure on it. He stood up and looked around. His leg hurt as well but he had to ignore that now.

He heard people yelling eachothers names.

Tommy. Where had Tommy gone? Had he gotten away from the blast? Was he buried under the rubble in front of him? Was he ok?

“Tommy?” He couldn’t really hear his own voice. He wouldn’t have known he even spoke if his throat didn’t vibrate.

He tried again. “Tommy! Tommy? Where are you! Tommy, please.” He was trying to yell as loud as possible. He looked around for his friends when his eyes caught the scene that was happening under the podium.

Philza was on the floor cradling Wilbur’s body.

Was he dead?

He looked around and saw a couple of bodies by party island.

Who was over there?

His eyes looked back to infront of him and he walked forward. He still needed to find Tommy. He needed to make sure he was ok. He saw blond hair peeking from underneath the rubble and his body moved before he could react. The pain he was feeling before suddenly didn’t matter. He threw himself to the ground throwing the rubble off him. He grabbed his best friend in his arms. He turned him around to see his face, to see his chest. To see if he was still alive. His eyes were shut and his lips were parted.

“Please be breathing, Please. Tommy if you’re fucking dead I’ll-” His voice broke and he put his ear to his chest. Trying to hear a heartbeat, trying to feel his chest move. He didn’t.

“No, no no no no no. Tommy? Tommy you bastard wake up! Tommy please. Please you can’t leave me alone. You can’t.” He could feel tears starting to stream down his face as he cradled his best friend in his arm. Pleading him to wake up, to not leave him alone.

Someone touched his shoulder and he flinched violently his body trying to protect Tommy from whoever this was.

“Tubbo.” He looked up to see Niki, Fundy and Eret. Eret was holding someone but he couldn’t really tell who.

“Who is that?” It was a whisper but they heard.

“It’s Alex, I mean Quackity.” Tubbo sucked in a breath.

“He’s not-” He couldn’t say it.

“He’s barely breathing, I don’t know if he’ll.” But Eret stopped himself from finishing the sentence.

“Is Tommy?”

“He’s gone.”

“Oh my god.” Niki let out a sob and he could see Fundy’s ears go back and tears came from his eyes and even though he couldn’t see Eret’s eyes he was pretty sure he was the same.

“What do we? You know with his.” Tubbo inhaled sharply and looked down at his best friend's dead body. He wiped his eyes and scooped Tommy up in his arms. When he was able to stand he stumbled somewhat and Niki grabbed his harm to help him. He looked at her and she gripped him harder. They walked through the rubble of it all looking around seeing their friends in pain.

Sapnap was looking over Karl’s wounds when Karl saw them walking and he pushed him away and ran to them. Stopping in front of them.

“Guys,” His voice broke and his eyes flitted between the two bodies being held and Niki just opened her arms to him. He accepted her hug and started crying. “I’m sorry. I honked up. I am so sorry I didn’t know Dream was gonna do this. I would’ve never.”

“Shh, It’s ok Karl.” Niki threaded her hand through his hair as they watched him breakdown.

“We should keep going Niki.” Fundy touched her shoulder lightly and looked to the other two and back to her.

“Of course. Karl, can you go help find anyone else?”

“Yes, yeah. I, I can.” He rubbed at his face and went back to Sapnap before pulling him into what used to be L’Manburg looking for any wounded friends.

It had taken them a while to get back to Tommy’s home because even when Fundy had offered to carry Tommy he refused to let go of his best friend. They stood in front of the embassy now and he finally set him down.

“I’ll start setting up first-aid kits, Fundy can you get beds down for people. Eret could you help with making a safe area for when it gets dark. Eret laid Quackity down and the three of them went to work.

Niki grabbed at Tubbo and sat him down. She grabbed out bandages, and some stuff to disinfect his would. She put whatever the stuff was to clean it and he winced pulling his arm back. She looked at him apologetically but went back to doing it. After she did that she wrapped his arm to stop the bleeding. She grabbed something else and cleaned his face. She then checked his and she frowned. She did the same thing she did with arm and started to wrap his head.

“Tubbo could you undress so I could check for other wounds? You don’t have to but I just want to make sure you’re okay.” He nodded and she backed away from him and turned around. She was going to be seeing him anyway but he appreciated it anyway. He unbuttoned his shirt and took off his trousers.

“Did it.” She turned around and she winced at the scars that littered his body. She could see an obvious gash from his leg and did the same process she did before on his leg. She checked him for anything that was bruised or broken. After checking him she told him he could put his clothes back on and he did so.

He could hear other people walking back up and he saw Karl with the rest of their friends. Philza was holding Wilbur’s limp body and he could see Niki’s face fall.

“Wilbur?”

“I’m sorry Niki.”

She broke down and he had to stop her from collapsing to the ground. Fundy came out of the new safe med area and looked at Phil.

His ears going back.

“Dad?”

Fundy could tell from Niki what the answer was and went back inside. Phil had finally caught sight of the other bodies and his frowned deepend. He walked over to his other son lying on the floor. Just as lifeless as the one he was holding and layed Wilbur next to Tommy. Technoblade weaved himself through the crowded and crouched down next to Phil who was on his knees crying.

Eret came out and ushered the most wounded people in to get them in beds and he felt himself get pulled as well. He just let it happen. He was put in a bed and he looked over to see who was next to him and saw Quackity who was barely breathing. He frowned but sunk into the bed and let exhaustion take over him.

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It had only been a week since L’Manburg had blown up. Tommy and Wilbur’s funerals were in a week and he didn’t know if he could stomach it. Quackity had yet to wake up and from the nights where he couldn’t sleep but would still try he could overhear Niki and Eret talk about how his condition was worsening.

After Dream had declared George the new king of the SMP no one had heard from him. Another thing he noticed was that Karl had been missing his engagement ring.

He had yet to ask him about it but from the way Karl would subconsciously rub at his ring finger meant he really missed Sapnap.

The only people left in there now were Sam, Quackity, Bad, Ant and himself.

Sam had just woken up a day or so ago, and Bad had also yet to wake up but he was more likely to wake up then Quackity. Ant had a broken arm and leg.

And himself? Really he couldn’t tell anymore.

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It was now a day before the funeral and him and Karl were sitting outside. They were sitting side by side and he was gaining the confidence to ask about what happened between him and Sapnap.

“Hey Karl.” He turned to look at him.

“Whats up Tubbo?”

“What happened between you and Sapnap?”

Karl’s eyes flitted down to where the ring used to be and frowned.

“I,” He sighed, “I needed to. I, I just. Tubbo I’m sorry but I’d rather not talk about it.”

“It’s fine Karl.”

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After talking to Karl a few hours ago he sat on the bench him and Tommy used to sit on and watched the sunset. 

"Tubbo?" 

He turned his head to see Eret and Niki standing there, Niki's eyes were bloodshot like she had been crying and Eret's face was unreadable.

"Yes?" 

Eret took in a sharp breath and exhaled a shaky one. 

"Quackity didn't make it."

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“Tommy and Wilbur were the best sons I could ask for.”

Philza’s voice was so broken. He sounded so devastated.

He tuned out the words he said. It’s not that he couldn’t be bothered.

It’s that he couldn’t believe it. He refused to accept that his best friend was actually dead.

It felt like forever before the funeral was over.

When they were finally lowering the two caskets into the ground that’s when it hit him.

His best friend was dead.