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The war was finally over Jaschlatt was dead and Wilbur stayed with Phil on the server helping Tubbo who was now president rebuild with citizens of L’manburg.
It was finally peaceful on the smp. Tommy sat at the bench pulling out the music disk cat and inserted it in the lone junk box that had seen better days. How it lasted all this time was a mystery.
He jumped when an arm slung across his shoulders followed by a wing gently caressing his back, he looked up to see Tubbo covered in dirt and sweat, smiling like a ray of sunshine.
“Tommy you have to let your wings out you know!” Tubbo said jokingly.
Tommy sighed before shrugging .
“Soon tubbo soon.” He stated before yelping feeling his wings shifting underneath the thin layer of skin and muscle. Tubbo was holding his hands gently pulling Tommy up from the bench when a blazing pain shot up his spine.
He lurched forward pulling out of Tubbos grasp and stumbling toward the fence at the edge of the cliff. He let out a wailing scream, buckling to his knees as a tearing sound emitted from his back. He dimly heard a gasp from Tubbo before kneeling over the ground rise up to meet him.