Tw: Blood, death, suicide, all that fun stuff

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Hours have passed.

It's now about four-thirty.

And just as he expected, Tubbo had joined Mega and Vincent to the front gate.

"Mega, Vincent, get in your places." Clay commanded, earning a nod from each. "Tubbo, come with me."

"Darryl, this is Tubbo." Clay introduced. "Tubbo, this is Darryl."

"H-hi..." Tubbo greeted, waving.

"Aw, don't be shy, little one! I promise, I don't bite!" Darryl said, flashing a soft smile, making the teen smile in return.

"Stay here, okay?" Clay commanded the teen. "Whatever you hear or say, do not leave this bakery."

"But what about you...?"

Clay paused before sighing. He hesitated before taking off his mask, and placing it in the teens hands.

"Take care of Dream for me, Alright?" He smiled at the teen, running off before he could say anything.

"Where's your mask?" Nick asked as Clay walked up to him.

Five minutes left.

"I don't need it." Clay said. "So I gave it to the kid."

Four minutes.

"Dude, you love that thing." Nick argued.

Three...

"Yeah, but I love the kid more." Clay said, getting his weapon ready. "I know Dream will take care of him for me."

Two..

"Wha...?"

One.

"Wish me luck."

BANG

As soon as he heard the explosion, he bolted for the castle. He hoped that Vincent would be a bit more subtle than that, but whatever works.

He dodged the various guards looking for the source of the noise, preparing for an attack. He ran up the many flights of stairs leading up to him.

Leading up to George.

After a while, he finally found the right door.

To his surprise, and utter terror, the door was wide open.

And inside, he found George.

Being held over the window by Dave.

"C-Clay!" George exclaimed, attracting Dave's attention.

Dave smirked, pulling the older male back in, pushing him to the floor.

"It's about time we finished what our great-great-grandfathers started."

Soon, metal clashing upon metal could be heard.

Dave was strong, that was a fact. However, what little Clay lacks in strength, he makes up for in agility.

He swiftly dodged every attack the king swung his way. He got nicked a few times, but nothing to really worry about.

"Clay!"

He heard Nick's voice behind him. He turned around for a split second to see his friend, disheveled, with the captain right behind him.

Then he felt pain in his left shoulder.

He screamed in agony as he gripped his shoulder, feeling the hot blood leak out of the large gaping wound.

He backed up a bit, running into his friend in the process. He looked over at the teenager beside him, who had a torn look in his eyes, looking back between Dave and Clay.

"Thank you, for caring for him." He heard the captain say before running towards the king, sword out.

He never stood a chance.

He didn't even knick Dave before the king lifted the teen up by the throat.

"I'll give you one chance to surrender before I kill you right here and now."

The teen gasped as he tried to loosen the kings grip. Suddenly, he stopped fighting.

"G-get f-fucked."

Swiftly, he kicked the king in the shin, who promptly let go of the teen out of shock.

Nick and George helped Clay up, leading him out of the tower.

They were home free.

Or so they thought.

George screamed as he watched an arrow pierce Clays heart from the back.

He turned around to see Dave holding the murder weapon in his hand.

"Wh-why..."

"Marry me, and end this feud once and for all."

George looked at him, setting Clays lifeless body gently down on the ground.

"George, dont..." He heard Nick say.

He ignored his friend as he walked over to the king.

"There you go, good boy..." Dave said, opening his arms wide. "I knew you'd see my way eventually."

George walked up to him, barely half an inch between them.

He brought his mouth closer...

And closer...

And whispered in the Kings ear;

"Get fucked."

He swiftly pushed the younger male out the window he stood in front of, watching the king fall to his death.

George turned around and walked to the lifeless body on the floor. He looked over to Nick and Tommy.

"Who's the new king now?"

The two looked at each other for a moment.

"You, I guess."

George chuckled darkly. "I'm not going to be king."

Before either could question him, George gave a kiss to Clays lifeless body, muttering a soft 'I love you', and then jumped out the window.

~<•>~

"Today, we say goodbye to our majesties, Clay, George, and Dave. First, Clays final end offs."

"He was a friend."

'A warrior.'

"A.....big brother..."

"Even I have to admit it, he's scarily smart."

"He's kind, caring for strangers."

"George?"

"A friend."

"I didn't really know him, but based off what Clay and Nick said, he was nice."

"He was kind of obnoxious, but to be fair, he did want out of the tower."

"Dave?"

"He was our king."

"Our leader."

"Our ruler."

'But he was also kind of a dick.'

"Agreed."

"But he was still admirable."

"Shut it, you fanboy."

"Oh, I'll-"

"ENOUGH! This is a funeral, so stop fighting for once, please."

"Fine."

"Whatever."

"Any parting gifts?"

"I have Dave's crown..."

Tommy walked over to the Kings grave, setting his crown down on the stone.

"I have these history books."

Nick put the books on the dirt of George's grave.

"I.....I have Clays mask."

Tubbo walked over to the final grave, and tied the mask on it, making the stone look like it was wearing the mask.

"G-goodbye, Clay..."

The teen hugged the stone, tears falling down his face, resembling waterfalls.

"I-I love you."

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978 words

There's gonna be an epilogue, don't worry.

Also, when Tubbo/Clay say they love each other, it's entirely platonic. Y'all probably know that already, but I'm sure there's gonna be at least one person who's gonna be like "Omg, I ship it!" Or "Ew, Tubbos 16 and Clays 21, this is pedophilia!"

I'll talk about all the sequel/prequel stuff after the epilogue for obvious reasons, and that's gonna be its own chapter.

Hope y'all liked the angst! :D