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“Who- who are you?” tommy called back up to the boy, his arms shaking. He didnt think there were any people up here- that was if the boy was a person. Tommy wasnt sure how human a silent could look, that had to be a person right?
“Im tubbo!” the boy grinned, scrambling down the side of the crater “are you lost? You look lost- i could help you!”
He sounded scattered and almost dropped his staff on the way down from where he had been perched.
“Hey- stay back!” tommy managed to get out, checking his pockets for anything. People had said everything on the surface was dangerous and this boy had no reason helping him. It felt like a trap but not on tommy could avoid seeing as he didnt think to take anything with him but a water bottle.
The boy stopped a couple feet away from tommy, his head cocked slightly. “Do you not need help? There are wolves out here, do you have some where to stay up here and i just havent seen you before?”
“Well-” tommy stopped for a moment before responding. He didnt have a place to stay, he didnt even have a plan. “Well. . .no. this is my first time up here- but i dont know if i need your help. It cant be too hard to survive up here and i dont make a habit of making deals with people from the surface. I just need to find a way home, and that should be easy.”
The boy, tubbo as he had called himself, laughed. Started laughing right in tommy’s face.
“You have- you havent been up here before- and expect to survive your first night on your own?” tommy’s face was burning as tubbo continued to laugh.
“Im capable of surviving on my own- im smart!” tommy protested, tubbo clearly not believing him “are you sure you dont need help living out here? You seem desperate for someone to come with you.”
“I’ve been up here since i can remember- i dont need any help” tubbo stated, standing up straighter. Now that he was closer tommy was noticing something off about the boy but he couldnt tell what quite yet.
Tubbo yawned slightly. Tommy could see the inside of his mouth.
Tommy stumbled away from tubbo, his tongue was way too long to be normal even for a genetics thing. He was noticing things he wouldnt normally, tubbo’s fingers had webbing in between them, his eye were tinted slightly green.
Tubbo was a hybrid. Tommy had no where to run.