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Pogtopia’s walls never felt so oppressive until now. The tall walls of the ravine still echoed Wilbur’s words back onto Tommy. Replaying those wicked words on repeat, echoing into Tommy’s head. Racing away, the blond teen quickly took the tunnels back to Manberg, a horrible sick feeling clawing at his throat. He climbed through Tubbo’s bunker, before climbing out and into the lake bed of Manberg. Brushing the crystalline lake water off of his face, he blinked towards the sky. Serene darkness hovered above, the soft torch light littering the grounds keeping the mobs at bay.
Tommy quietly crawled onto the bank, before sneaking through Manberg to the Prime Path staircase that had descended into Manberg. Now, it puts much needed distance away from everything. Away from Wilbur, away from the rebellion and away from his home. Tommy shook some remaining lake water from his hair, before entering his first base. The little home he had carved out of the hillside had been griefed again, yet he couldn’t bring himself to replace the scalding magma blocks. The oppressive heat helped dry out Tommy’s clothes and hair, and after setting his respawn point the teen took a deep breath. He calmed his nerves after the stress of the day before whipping out his Comms unit, he sent a whisper to Tubbo, his best friend who is still currently online.
You whisper to Tubbo: meet me at my base. Please.
Carefully avoiding the magma flooring, Tommy began crafting a bench. The original had been torn down after the Election- despite Tommy’s base not being Manberg property. Yet the scent of wood varnish helped soothe his nerves slightly. Exhaustion from the emotional day weighed heavily on his shoulders, the blond teen rubbed his eyes, before settling back into his crafting. The oak bench was coming along well.
Before long, soft footsteps alerted Tommy to the arrival of Tubbo, the brunet warily looking into the stone hut. The brunet settled into an easy smile at the sight of Tommy.
“Tommy?” They asked, bringing the blond attention from the crafting bench.
“Hello Tubbo, care to sit with me?” Tommy asked, jerking his head to where their tree sat. It was their spot, where they would sit and watch the valley below. The two best friends had many talks and celebrations in this spot.
Especially during the disc wars with Dream. Tubbo nodded, and with a grunt, the two carefully maneuvered the bench to their spot. Not before Tommy accidentally stepped on the magma, and Tubbo bumped into the chests littered around. Giggling, they did finally bring the bench to their tree. Tommy trotted back, to grab his jukebox and a couple of his discs, before rejoining his brunet friend on the bench. They went through a small ritual of setting the jukebox out and picking the disc they wanted.
Blocks . The only original disc Tommy still had in his own possession. The jukebox played the soft melody of the disc as the duo looked over the valley. The duck statue may have blocked the main aspect of the bench’s placement, yet nowhere else held quite a view. The trees filled the valley leading to the plains beyond the SMP limits.
“Tubbo, are you happy here?” Tommy asked, breaking the silence. He turned to face Tubbo, apprehensive and afraid of his friend’s response.
“Well, I mean it could be worse. We have our friends here.” Tubbo said, pulling their legs onto the bench. The brunet folded his arms over his knees and perched his chin on his arms, as he gazed at the blond.
“What if... “ Tommy started before trailing off. Tubbo reached a hand out towards Tommy, concern in those bright eyes.
“What if what? It’s just us right now Tommy. You don’t need to hold back for me.” Tubbo said softly.
“What if we just went away from here. Just us. We could find a small place, just for us. With no wars, no conflict. No Wilbur and definitely no JSchlatt.” Tommy said, taking Tubbo’s outreached hand, before the brunet could retract the proffered hand. Tubbo smiled and interlaced their fingers together.
“I think that would be rather nice. I could start up my bee sanctuary again, and you could have your discs playing without fear of someone stealing them! Actually! Wait.” The brunet gasped, genty pulling their hand free to rifle through their bags for the spare enderchest they kept. Tubbo rifled through and procured several discs from the inside of the chest.
“Wilbur gave me these a couple days ago. Before the election, but with everything that’s happened, I forgot that I had them.” Tubbo said.
“Aren’t those the duplicates? 'Cause Dream already gave me the real Mellohi, and Skeppy has the real Cat.” Tommy said, a pained look in his eyes at the false discs. Tubbo gave him a confused look.
“No, I’m pretty sure these are the real ones. Cause Wilbur traded with Skeppy for Cat and you have the real Mellohi. I got this from Wilbur.” Tubbo said, explaining the change of hands. Tommy shook his head.
“No, because why would Wilbur trade them back. I gave up those discs for our freedom. And when Dream sided with us, he gave me the Mellohi disc back.” Tommy said.
“No, no. I’m like 95% sure these are the legit discs. Cause you gave me the copies, and these are the second ones I have.” Tubbo explained.
“Wait, so we have the real original discs?” Tommy asked, a brief flare of hope blossoming in his chest.
“I think so! Cause, otherwise there are more than one copy of these three discs.” Tubbo rationalized.
“So, we could leave. Cause we have everything that’s ever mattered. We have the original discs.” Tommy said.
“Yeah, I guess we do! We could just go. We could just leave it all behind. And only people we absolutely trust could come and visit us.” Tubbo said, grinning.
“You actually want to do this? You would leave with me, and avoid all of the bullshittery?” Tommy asked, that same glimmer reappearing.
“Yeah! I’m sick of never having a reliable place to stay. Besides, we could also just portal our way there. Or we could visit my jungle base and set up a temporary place there.” Tubbo said, beginning to list and ramble off their options.
“Perhaps we portal there. We could just do the community portal, and then traverse the nether roof for a while and begin the tedious task portaling in places and hoping they are suitable. We should probably mine some obsidian, or just quote unquote borrow some.” Tubbo continued.
And so they did. They convinced Techno to part with a stack of obsidian. The pig hybrid gave them a knowing look, and word of good luck. Techno was eerily good at reading the situations, and didn’t move to stop the two teens. Tommy gave Techno a half smile in farewell before following Tubbo towards the community house.
The brick house rose in the distance, swaddled in the gossamer swaths of darkness. The two teens crept through the house before climbing the black molded hillside, leading up to the bright purple and obsidian portal. The purple folds of reality emitted soft orbs and stars, with a heavy hum of energy. Tommy looked to Tubbo, offering one last time to follow through with their escape plan. Tubbo graced him with a confident smile and an outreached hand, that Tommy gratefully took. With a last glance over his shoulder, Tommy waved a simple goodbye to the lands he lived in since coming onto the server. And with a hard squeeze to Tubbo, they stepped into the gentle purple hued portal. And they never looked back.