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Tommy hesitates. He sets the pen down, mouth resting on his palm as he sighed. Puffy nodded at him encouragingly before stepping out of the room.
He picks up the pen and begins to write.
Hi Wilbur,
You probably won't ever get these. I hope you won't ever get these. Puffy says it'll help me heal or something. I think she's full of shit, but I'm bored and I don't want to talk to Tubbo right now.
Speaking of Tubbo, he and Ranboo set up their own hotel.
..I don't think I want to go see it. I don't think I want to talk to Ranboo right now, either. He's cool and shit but
I don't know.
Tommy pauses again, groaning and wiping his eyes. "This is fuckin stupid,* he mutters. He picks the pen up again regardless.
I seem to be saying that a lot lately.
Anyways. I think this is as far as I'm going tonight. I'm tired.
Tommy.
The boy rereads the letter, folding it up and tucking it into an empty chest labeled "Letters to Wilbur" in Puffy's neat cursive. He stands, pushing his chair back and blowing out all the candles, save for one. He crawls into the warm blankets of his bed, wrapping himself up and quickly dozing off.
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The morning sunlight streamed through the window. Tommy pulled his jumper closer to his body, shivering and lighting the fireplace. He grabs a sheet or two of paper and a pen, crossing his legs on the ground and pulling his chair in front of him.
The pen dropped onto the paper.
Hi Wilbur.
I dreamt about you last night. It wasn't really much of a dream, more of a memory. It didn't last very long.
It was when me, you, and the B Technoblade used to spar together. Used to chase each other down the meadow. When Dad Phil used to call us home, rubbing dirt off of our faces and applying bandages to my always cut face.
I think I miss you
Tommy stops. He crosses out the line and starts just below it.
I miss it. I don't know if I miss you. I don't miss Techno.
I think.
I don't miss Phil. I know that.
Tommy's thumb rubs at a bandage on his cheek, covering a healing wound Tommy earned while running around with Tubbo.
I miss the familiarity of it all. Thats it.
Tommy.