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Tubbo watched as Wilbur tackled Tommy to the ground. He picked the TNT from Tommy’s grasp and noogied his head before standing up.
“What did I say about playing around with TNT Tommy?” Wilbur was clearly out of breath from chasing Tommy around L’manburg.
“You know I like blowing shit up Wilbur.” Tommy stood up and dusted himself off. “TNT helps fuel a part of me.”
Wilbur sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Tommy jumped for the TNT still in Wilbur’s hand and Wilbur moved it away before the teen could get his hands on it.
“Tommy.” Wilbur sighed again. “You are not blowing up L’manburg.”
Tommy shrugged. “Then I’ll just head over to the Dream SMP.”
“That’s even worse.” Wilbur placed the TNT in his inventory so Tommy couldn’t get it, which resulted in a pout from the blonde. “I don’t need to deal with Dream’s wrath right now. You and I both know not to cross Dream.”
Tubbo, as well as the others, knew perfectly well that Dream was incredibly powerful. His skills in battle were only matched by Technoblade himself and his IQ was so high, Tommy would never see it in his lifetime.
Even though the war against The Dream SMP was all roleplay, no one will ever forget how powerful Dream struck. He never killed anyone, that would breakout in an actual war with one of their own dead, but he was gruesome in his attacks and seemed merciless at times.
Dream was a jokester himself and would laugh at a lot of Tommy’s shenanigans, but everyone knew that if Tommy really did blow up the SMP, they would all have hell to pay by Dream’s hands.
No one wanted to experience that.
“Tommy, for once in your life, think.” Wilbur couldn’t help but sigh again.
“I’m always thinking Will, and my brain is telling me to blow shit up.”
Tubbo couldn’t help but laugh at Tommy's snarky remark. He got a smile from his best friend in response. Wilbur sighed once more and turned to face Tubbo.
“You’re not helping.” Wilbur said, pointing to him. Tubbo shrugged.
Wilbur shook his head and traveled back to L’manburg. “Let’s go before dinner gets cold. Phil and Techno are waiting.”
Tommy shrugged and followed Wilbur, placing a hand on Tubbo’s shoulder before he sprinted after the man, yelling at him to get his TNT back.
Tubbo just kept smiling at his friend. How he and Tommy became friends was still a mystery to him, but he was so happy that he started to hang out with him.
Tubbo took a step forward before he got a splitting headache. He nearly fell over from how much it hurt. He stumbled and placed a hand on the ground to keep him steady.
Just as quick as it came, the headache was gone and it left Tubbo shaking his head, wondering what just happened.
He blinked and looked up, only to be met with the gaze of an Enderman. He quickly shot his head down, afraid that he antagonized the slender creature by staring straight into their purple eyes. The Enderman only made a snort in response. It didn’t attack him or anything, just stood still as it’s purple wisps of magic floated around them and swept over near Tubbo, who was holding his breath, pretending he wasn’t there. He heard the noise of an Enderman teleporting.
Tubbo didn’t move, not from the fear of nearly being killed by an Enderman, but the fear that it said something in its native tongue, something no person has ever understood before, but Tubbo understood it like he grew up talking the language.
“The mother awaits.”