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There was nothing Tubbo had come to regret more than the regret he felt about his decision to exile his best friend. It has been two years since Tommy has been declared missing. This wasn’t how it was meant to be.
Tommy had been kept at a predefined location, under the constant surveillance of dream. He was meant to stay there until he turned 18, when his banishment would end. At that time, Tommy's 15th birthday was only a few days ago, so he was supposed to stay at what he had come to call logsteadshire for three years give or take.
On the day Tommy turned seventeen, Tubbo had decided to finally visit him. He had gone around sunset, as he had “government duties” in the morning, and spent the afternoon baking Tommy a birthday cake. Afterall, it would be rude to show up without a gift after all this time.
Tubbo wore a special suit, red to match the bandana he wore around his neck. A rose gold compass nothing more than a replica of the first one was strung on a similar coloured chain around his neck. He needed to dress well, it was a special occasion!
Logically, Tubbo knew nothing could be wrong. Everything back in l’manburg was in safe hands with quackity temporarily in charge. Tubbo held a clearly drawn out map of the nether leading to the portal in logsteadshire, so that couldn’t be the problem. However, as he stepped into the main portal at the nether hub, he could sense a sinking feeling crawl into his gut.
Tubbo ignored his intuition. It wouldn’t do anyone any good if he rushed unnecessarily and fell into the lava. He slowly traversed the obsidian pathway, heading to the portal visible at the otherside of the lava lake below him.
Tubbo couldn’t wait to see tommy. Tommy was his brother, they had been through everything together. They had known eachother since they were nine years old. Wars were fought and they still remained together. Hell, Tommy was there for tubbo when the horns broke through his skin, and his ears turned into those of a goat’s. Despite all this you had no problem throwing him away and abandoning him for the sake of the people who caused all this in the first place, did you tubbo?
Easy to say, this was one of the most important moments tubbo had experienced recently. Taking a deep breathe to calm himself down, tubbo stepped through the portal-
- only to fall into a big crater.
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The first 6 months, tubbo spent on “break”, organizing search parties, while also searching through the biomes himself with the help of ranboo.
By the one year mark, most people had stopped opting to join the search parties, preferring to search on their own. What got everyone to worry that much was that dream had also disappeared around the same time that Tommy had.
No one stopped searching, because had Tommy died, the death message would have popped up in the communicator logs Unless he had gone out of the world borders, a thought no one liked the idea of .
Tommy, whether they liked to admit or not, had been the glue holding the pieces of this massive puzzle that was the server. Always one to show his care through small actions, and thoughtful hand-made presents, the good easily out-weighed the small amount of damage he caused with his pranks.
The sun child had wormed his way into most of their hearts, and his absence left an extremely notable hole. The people grew blunt and snappy with the stress of his disappearance hovering over their heads, and there wasn’t any loud laughter or bright smiles left for them to distract themselves with.
And just like that, four years had passed since tubbo had last seen tommy. He wonders if Tommy still gave the same bear hugs. Whether Tommy stills knits, crochets and sews as well as he used to. Whether he would still hold the same, unconditional love and care he had for the people on this server. Tubbo wonders whether Tommy would still recognise the man Tubbo had grown to become, and if Tommy would ever come to forgive him.
For now, all Tubbo could do was lie his head on his desk, hoping for the headache to go away. Quackity had warned him not to drink last night, but just like every time quackity gave tubbo solid advice, that was ignored too . Talking about that, Tommy would be 19 by now. He was no longer a child, well- he hasn’t really been a child since he was made into a soldier at the age of 9. Now, tommy was legally an adult, tubbo hopes that wherever he is, that tommy was going to parties with his many wive as tommy used to talk about.
Deep down, tubbo quite selfishly hoped that wasn’t true, that Tommy hasn’t moved on with his life without tubbo. Tubbo hoped that Tommy would come back any day now, he wished that he and Tommy had ditched the losers here during pogtopia, and started a happy life somewhere small and peaceful. Perhaps exiling tommy wasn’t his biggest regret, it was allowing tommy to be stuck in this hell hole long enough for a second exile to even be considered, it was not accepting tommy’s proposal of running away in the first place.
On the table next to tubbo was a stack of papers, that tubbo knew was a war declaration from the arctic. After Tommy's disappearance, it wasn’t shocking to anyone that the communities had fallen apart dividing everyone into separate groups.
The fiances along with george, foolish, and slimecicle made the joined forces of kinoko kingdom and las nevadas, connected by a bridge across the ocean. They were allied with new l’manburg and quackity visited frequently to check on tubbo.
Ranboo and niki had left to go join Tommy's ex-family (they weren’t allowed to call themselves his family after abandoning him) which consisted of philza, technoblade and the newly revived wilbur soot, in the arctic commune.
Here in l’manburg, fundy had risen to the role of vice president, and jack manifold had also joined the cabinet.
Sam, badboyhalo, skeppy, puffy and antfrost, were still in the badlands as they always were. For a bit they were obsessed with this egg thing, however las-nevadas had it taken care of in under a month.
Whoever was left had decided to live in either eret’s kingdom or on their own, spread out all over the essempe.
Back to the topic of the war declaration, Tubbo had already skimmed over the document. The arctic had the audacity to blame “their loss” of “their youngest family member” on l’manburg and its allies. They were “finally avenging their beloved Tommy ” by taking “rightful revenge” on Tubbo, the cabinet at that time and everyone choosing to stay on their side.
To tubbo, the document was filled with a load of bull-shit.
Tubbo wasn’t going to put much thought into it. L’manburg already had eret’s kingdom, and the joined forces of las nevadas and kinoko kingdom on its side, and unlike all the other countries with normal citizens and armies, the arctic consisted only of the five people living there.
The train of thought running through the president’s head was interrupted by seven loud pings coming from his communicator. He sat up with a groan, standing up and walking over to the communicator left on the bookshelves.
Dream was slain by sapnap using Nightmare
Dream was slain by georgenotfound using Nightmare
Dream was slain by quackity using Nightmare
Quackity: EVERYONE TO ‘***’,’***’ IMMEDIATELY
Quackity: NETHER PORTAL SET UP TO THE FAR LEFT OF THE LOGSTEADSHIRE PORTAL
Quackity: WE FOUND HIM
Quackity: WE’VE FOUND TOMMY.