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"Tommy innit has been found guilty on all accounts. His punishment will be..." Tommy hung his head, not moving his gaze. awaiting the many more months he would have to spend in probation, reporting to the fucking furry.
"Permanent exile. He must be outside the borders before sunset tonight." Tubbo hit the desk with a small mallet. Tommy looked up for the first time since stepping foot in the courthouse. "Exile?! But-" Fundy and Quackity came behind Tommy and wrestled a pair of handcuffs on him. Tubbo spoke again, "Fundy and Quackity will come with you to retrieve whatever you need before you leave." He gestured for them to leave the courthouse, and stepped down from the desk to go speak to Dream, who was leaning against the wall.
Fundy grabbed the wire of the handcuffs and dragged Tommy out of the room, Quackity following close behind.
Fundy, Tommy, and Quackity walked towards Tommy"s house in silence. When they arrived, Quackity stepped forward and opened the door, stood to the side as Fundy led Tommy in.
"I'll unhandcuff you now. Tubbo said to keep you handcuffed until you leave, but as long as you leave right after getting your stuff it should be good." Fundy took a key out of his pocket and unlocked both cuffs. Tommy silently slid the cuffs off and walked towards his chests, grabbing a bag and randomly throwing items in it.
"You shouldn't grab random shit. Get stuff you need." Quackity suggested. Tommy turned around and scowled at him, before taking some less needed items out of his bag and throwing stuff like food, a few potions, and other stuff he thought he'd probably need. Quackity nodded and left the house. Fundy walked up to Tommy and handed him an empty book and quill. Tommy gave him an incredulous look.
"You’re still on probation. Y'gotta write what you do every day." He chuckled.
"I fucking hate you…" He grabbed the book and shoved it into his bag.
"Seeya Tommy." Fundy waved as Tommy walked towards the back door.
"Yeah." Tommy slammed the door shut as he left.
"Hey, Tommy." He jumped back. Ranboo was standing behind the door. "Oh- sorry. I wanted to give you these." He took two discs out of his pocket, Blocks, and Mellohi.
"Are these…?" Tommy took the discs and stared at them.
"Yeah, they're the real ones. I grabbed them from Tubbo's house. I don't think he'd have two fake discs in his house."
Tommy stared at the discs for a few minutes, Ranboo awkwardly standing there. "...Thanks." Tommy put the discs in his bag and extended a hand to shake.
"Uh, yeah, it's the least I could do." He shook his hand and walked back towards the courthouse. Tommy backed up and looked over Llmanburg. He wanted to at least try to reason with Tubbo before never being allowed to return. He walked around the border of L’manburg, making sure to avoid everyone he saw. He finally reached the courthouse and peeked through the side door. Tubbo was the only one in there. He opened and closed the door as quietly as he could, but tubbo heard and spun around.
"Dream? Are you ready to negotiate-" He paused when he saw Tommy. "Tommy? Why are you still here? Your exile starts in less than an hour."
"I want to know why you actually went through with the deal! We have almost half the server on our side- we could've fought back against Dream! We could've negotiated the terms with him! We could've-"
"Tommy. You've started one too many wars with Dream. We may have the numbers, but we in no way have the firepower. If we had fought a war with him, there's no way we would be able to win. L’manburg would be lost. Forever."
Tommy stepped back from Tubbo, pressing his back against the door.
"If Dream had gathered all of his allies, and decided he wanted us all dead. We would be dead. And you very well know you and I both only have one life left." Tubbo took a step towards Tommy, green swirls appearing around his head. "If I had decided to let you stay in L’manburg, both of us, and many others, would be dead!" The green swirls grew thicker before suddenly disappearing and familiar horns and ears appearing in its place.
"Tubbo…" Tommy stared at him in fear. Staring at the horns. He stayed frozen in place for a few long seconds, then slamming the door open and running away as fast as he could. Ignoring any calls at him as he ran. He ran for what felt like hours, then finally stopping to rest, certain that L’manburg and everyone else were far behind him.
Tommy, in his rush to leave, never saw the silent tears running down his face.
Tommy looked over at the sunset. He took Mellohi out of his bag and stared at it for a long while. Eventually, he stuffed it back in his back and set his sights on a lone tree in the middle of the sprawling plains biome. He threw his bag next to the tree and grabbed an axe, and started chopping a few branches from the sides and throwing them in a pile.
He made a pile of a few branches, set them on fire, and sat next to it, staring up at the open night sky. He took out Blocks and turned it around in his hands. He sighed and looked at the fire as it twisted and turned in the wind. He traced the engravings of the disc and imagined the tune playing in his head. He laid down on his back with Blocks on his chest, imagining the music until he fell asleep.
Tommy woke up with weeds in his hair and a chicken pecking at Blocks. He shooed it away and shoved the disc back in his bag before anything else could get to it. He stomped out the last of the flames and slung his bag over his shoulder and started walking away from the rising sun. He looked over the horizon, seeing nothing but empty fields, and a hint of trees right over the edge. He walked towards the forest, guessing he'd be there by noon.
As he walked, he took an apple out of his bag and started eating it, realizing he hasn’t eaten since before his trial. His trial… He had forgotten about that. He shook his head and tried not to think about it. He walked through the rolling grasses, looking around at the small patches of flowers and the groups of animals grazing the fields. He stopped at a creek to dig in his bag for an empty bottle to fill when he felt a weird chill down his spine. He spun around to see a thin smoke that quickly disappeared. He shrugged it off and went back to filling his bottle.
He filled his bottle and continued making his way towards the woods still slightly weirded out by the smoke. After some thinking, he attributed it to late morning frost evaporating.
He finally reached the forest, at a bit after noon, judging by the position of the sun. He sat down at the very beginning of the forest to make sure he had enough supplies and to rest. He looked through his bag, checking for the essentials. He didn’t seem to be short on anything so he laid against a tree and looked back over the plains biome.
The DreamSMP and L’manburg were completely out of sight. All he could see were endless seas of grass. He sighed and leaned his head against the tree, looking up into the branches of the tree. Watching the leaves sway in the wind and the occasional bird land on a branch and peck around before flying away again. He stood up and looked around, before grabbing his bag and beginning his trek through the forest.
He walked for hours, eventually noticing the fading light through the trees; and the familiar growls and hisses of mobs spawning. He set his pack next to a particularly large tree, broke a small stick off the side of the trunk, and lit a match to hopefully light up the area enough to ward off any mobs that might want to ruin his day.
He grabbed a few more sticks and started a small fire, far enough away from any trees that it wouldn’t spread. He took a stick from the side and stuck it through a hunk of salted pork. He held it over the fire, turning it every so often until it looked cooked enough. He tore the meat off and bit into it. It wasn’t cooked right. He grimaced and threw the stick back in the fire and continued eating. It would have to do.
He woke up, packed up his stuff, and continued through the forest. He grabbed some berries from a bush. They weren’t poisonous. He set up camp under a lone birch tree in the oak forest.
Continued walking. Nothing else.
It had started to get colder. Tommy was cold.
The floor was covered in a thin layer of frost. Tommy kept a thin blanket over his shoulders as he walked. He was even colder. When he set up camp again he sat and looked at the few visible stars. He was sad.
It had started to snow. Tommy was so cold. He was sad throughout his walk through the forest. The trees had started to thin out by the end of the day. He sat down and lit a torch. He cried.
Tommy was walking much slower. The trees were much farther apart, not shielding the snow at all. He was so very cold.
Tommy didn’t get very far today. He shouldn’t have kept walking into the snow.
Tommy didn’t move from his camp. He was tired. He occasionally stood up and began to leave, but soon sat back down.
Tommy didn’t move at all today. He was so incredibly cold. He cried again today. He didn’t miss them. He didn’t.
Someone walked past him. Tommy looked up at them, trying not to be noticed. He failed. They came and picked him up and carried him away. Tommy was too tired and frozen to fight back. They brought Tommy into an underground base slightly hidden by the snow. They set him on a bed and covered him in blankets.
Tommy was a little less cold.