![]() ![]() They gathered their gear together, helped one another don their enchanted armor, polished their weapons as a team, flashed fake smiles in an effort to lighten the god-awful situation. A war that shouldn’t have been going on in the first place. It’s unfair that the best friends were forced to fight in a war. It’s unfair that Tubbo became president at such a young age, that Tommy had been manipulated and exiled, that Ranboo’s own mind had been taken over, that Y/n had been put through so much over the course of their life. No one puts away their swords, lowers their fists, or settles arguments. It doesn’t pause the chaos and cruelty and destruction just so four teenagers can grow up with a proper childhood. If one member of their team stumbled, the others would pick up the slack. The four would be fighting side by side, back to back. One of them had some mental shit to deal with? You’d bet the other three were right there, soothing and distracting. Just a chill day around the server? You bet they were walking around and causing chaos, mischievous smiles upon their faces. Never was there a moment when any of the four weren’t together. Y/n, Tommy, Ranboo, and Tubbo had always been inseparable. ![]() Note: this is strictly platonic as the bench trio members are all minorsĬ!Bench Trio - (you are currently on this post) Warnings: cursing, fight scene (implied), description of wounds, death, grief, threatening, weapons Part 2 to my series of “dsmp boys react to your death”: ![]()
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