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As the sunrise began, he heard familiar footsteps come from behind him - the blonde perking his head up to look towards the noises, as he did, he saw the person who had convinced him of this idea.
“Tubbo! My maaan, how are y-” The louder boy was cut off by Tubbo, his voice firm but quieter nonetheless. “Tommy, are you sure about this? What about Wilbur, or if even Schlatt finds us-” “They won’t!” Tommy reassured, standing up from the creaky bench and turning to his horned friend. “We can run off, start our own nation!... Erm-” He stuttered, wrapping an arm around the shoulders of his long term best friend. “Dangerberg! The land of the big men!” He showcased the idea, a childish laugher slipping from them both.
“If you’re so sure about this,then…” The brown haired boy sighed, his stare softening as he stared at his long time friend. “Then let’s go.” and from then they set off. They walked past the mostly torn down walls,
Hand in unlovable hand,
Two kids who went through far too much then they should’ve,
And yet they survived.
…
After a week or so, the two boys set up a small cabin- and Tommy had made a signature cobblestone tower and they compromised on a small farm.
“Tommy, did you feed the chickens yet?” Tubbo called out, carrying about 10 logs in his hands. “Uh, sure! Totally! Mhhhm!” Tommy called out, battling with a worn down armor-stand he found in the woods. Tubbo had let out a sigh, shoving the wood into a chest before sprinkling seeds to the chickens.
As Tubbo fed the chickens, Tommy battled with the mannequin. Using techniques he had learned from a certain piglin hybrid not too long ago. He slid around his far too still opponent. Soon enough stabbing them through the chest with his iron sword,
For a second he believed it was Wilbur, and holy fuck did that thought hurt.
…
In another life, maybe, him and Wilbur would have remained close. They could’ve kept L’manberg and just, everything would’ve been perfect…
But this works too.