#c!robin

[tatersdoesstuff]

They live in my head rent free

[amintyworld]

Jester’s Lament - Dream SMP Drabble

TW: Drugs, talk of murder.

Spoilers for recent events on the Dream SMP!

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Tubbo laid down on the bed, feeling freezing cold and burning warm at the same time. His mind felt fuzzy, and he felt slightly sick but shoved that feeling to the back of his throat. A thin layer of sweat coated his skin as he turned, curling in on himself in agony. How much will it take so it’ll stop?

How much did it take so he’d stop feeling that sinking void in his chest that threatened to swallow him whole? The feeling that struck him just as his best friend in the entire world called him a monster. He shivered as a chill ran down his spine and he tried to pull the covers up across himself only to feel completely suffocated with heat. His heartbeat quickened as the pain in his chest throbbed, and Tubbo laid in his bed as his limbs began to slowly feel numb.

A few tears slipped past his eyes as he shook with soft sobs. He wanted to feel nothing, why can’t he just feel nothing? What a joke he was - luckily he sent Ranboo away for the day, he didn’t know what he’d do if anyone saw him like this. He’d be no better than Schlatt.

Suddenly an unfamiliar voice startled him. “Well, what have we here, huh?”

Tubbo scrambled to sit up, looking around and trying to force his muddled brain to come up with some kind of explanation, some kind of excuse for his current state. But, whoever he was expecting to see, this certainly wasn’t it. A boy, looking around thirteen… ginger hair with a straw hat, wearing a crisp white shirt and green pants standing in the middle of the room.

Was… was he on one of those weird drug trips? This had to be some kind of weird hallucination. It certainly was… off - the boy seemed like some kind of historical figure lost to time, but looked so real, standing right in front of him. But that wasn’t the thing that scared Tubbo the most about the entire situation. What really freaked the president in question out was that somehow… he felt like he knew the kid. But that’s impossible, he’s never even met him.

“W-who…?” Tubbo’s whole body was shaking - from the drugs or from fear, he didn’t know.

“A president high as a kite on drugs, laying on his bed feeling sorry for himself.” The figure said with a sad smile, climbing up on the chest next to the bed, the boy’s legs dangling off. “Where have I heard that one before?”

“Who… I’m not like Schlatt.” Tubbo breathed, looking to the boy who just rolled his eyes.

“And, history repeats itself again. Never changes, does it?”

“Of course it does, I-!” Tubbo’s mind whirred at this whole situation. “I’m sorry, who are you?”

“Robin Wheatly. It’s been too long, hasn’t it?” Robin gave Tubbo a sad smile. Tubbo’s mouth felt dry but he didn’t have much to say, his mind filled with questions. Robin looked at him for a moment, breaking the short silence. “We’re one and the same. Related, I mean.”

“But… but my parents left me-”

“In a box? Yeah, mine died in a house fire.” Robin interrupted, making Tubbo’s eyes grow wide. How did he know that?! “But… no, we’re not related by blood. My soul when I died reincarnated to be you, basically.” Robin said, moving his finger in a circle as he talked. “Well, you’re one of the reincarnations, I think we’re on, like, number 43? I lose count.”

“You’re… you’re joking with me, right? This has to be some kind of trip, isn’t it?”

“Nope,” Robin said as he moved over, his hand touching Tubbo’s shoulder as he blacked out for a moment, seeing a house on fire, as he laid on the ground, crying his eyes out. Then, quickly, to an orphanage - a man with blue eyes and brown hair in overalls standing up for him, caring for him. Then, the man’s body slowly melting as it burned before his eyes, feeling sad, upset, angry-

Then, suddenly, he was back, sitting on his bed, Robin looking at his face for some kind of reaction. Tears fell from Tubbo’s eyes as he wiped them away, the feeling of pure despair that he’d felt mere seconds before slowly fading away. It felt so real. “They... hurt him, why did they hurt him?”

“They were idiots,” Robin said solemnly, in a tone Tubbo couldn’t recognize. “Now they’re dead.”

“So you’re really- we’re really… you’re me? Or, am I...? Man this is confusing.” Tubbo said. “What are you even doing here?”

“I’m here to help you… us.” Robin smiled. “It’s time for you to take charge, Tubbo.”

“And how do you expect me to do that without putting the people I care about in danger?” Tubbo asked, looking up to Robin who was looking out of the window.

“I don’t.”

“What?”

“In the centuries I’ve seen - the blood, wars, betrayal, birth, death - history always repeats itself. This time, we’ll use that to our advantage.” Robin said, turning to Tubbo with a knowing smile. Tubbo suddenly felt uneasy, uncomfortable - that smile…

“What… what do you mean?” Suddenly, the room got very quiet as Robin looked to Tubbo knowingly for a few moments, silence engulfing the room.

“In all the incarnations we’ve been through, only one does everything work out in our favor - mine.” He spoke more seriously, less laid-back than he was before. “We must recreate the circumstances, only then will we win.”

“Win...?”

“We won’t die. We’ll live. Why do you think there were 43 others, Tubbo? They all died by idiots who only looked out for themselves. They turned on us at a moment’s notice. I won’t wait around for them to turn on you, too.” Robin’s face went solemn again. “You do want to live, don’t you?”

“O-of course, but I… what do you expect me to do?”

Robin stepped closer, grabbing Tubbo’s wrists tightly and looking at him with a bloodthirsty gleam in his eye. “I expect you to save yourself, Tubbo - kill them.”

“What?! I…” Tubbo tried to pull away but Robin’s grip was too strong.

“Long ago, they were the ones who killed me after they murdered my father. They thought they got rid of me, but they were wrong  - a jester’s revenge never tasted so sweet.” Robin darkly chuckled.

“Stop it!” Tubbo cried as he shook, images of bloodied dead bodies filling his head - Tommy, Phil, Fundy, Quackity, Ranboo… all with the same shadow-like killer with a creepy smile. Him. No, he wouldn’t… that wasn’t right, that wasn’t the solution!

“They’ll turn on you, Tubbo. They’ll make a villain out of you to find some excuse to kill to save their own skin. Do you really think your ‘friends’ will save you?! No one will save you, no one will care. You can’t trust them, you can’t trust anyone-!”

“I… even… even if that’s true, I don’t care! I won’t kill them!” Tubbo yelled, his eyes closed tightly. “I… I love them too much too…” Tubbo slowly opened his eyes as he looked around to see no one there. Robin’s dark laugh echoed in his mind.

“Don’t forget what I said when they decide they don’t care as much as you do.”

[supernova1213-ocs]

C!Ryan and c!Robin are Animal Outlaws’ universe’s equivalent of Callum Brodie in tma or that one Youngster in Pokémon that demolishes your entire team-