Fireflies..

Tubbo, the half ram, was walking in the woods, the tall grass brushing against his legs as fireflies flew up into the sky with each step he took. He stared to the ground, his hands shoved into his pockets, his green eyes blank and tired.

He stopped at a tree and sat at the tump, watching the fireflies in the night sky, a blank look on his face as he yawned quietly. He began to zone out, playing with the grass at his fingertips, staring back to the ground.

He ran a hand through his messy brown hair, a sigh leaving his lips. Then he stood back up, walking back towards the woods, walking through the crunchy leaves, his gaze trained back onto the ground..

As he walked, he couldn't help but feel a hint of anxiety as if someone or something was watching over him, but he kept walking hoping the feeling would leave...

It didn't.