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“I need to speak to Tommy,” Tubbo muttered to himself as his hoove-like feet connected with the stone beneath him, his pace picking up by the second. He darted out of the small room plastered with anti-pig propaganda as fast as he could. This whole butcher army thing had shaken him quite a lot, and he wasn’t sure if this was what he truly wanted. Peace is what Tubbo strived for, but, Technoblade is an enemy to the country, which conflicted with his thoughts. “I need to see Tommy.” He reasserted to himself, gathering his drifting thoughts.
Stone pebbles kicked up behind him as he ran through the darkened tunnel towards the exit. Red paint, in the place of blood for fear value, began to drip onto the floor below him as he exited due. Everything around him reminded him of violence, except one person.
“I miss Tommy, I need to see him.” He reiterated once more.
Thoughts clashed in Tubbo’s mind as he made a break for the prime path, leading towards the nether portal. He couldn’t vocalize what he was thinking, his mind was going a thousand miles a second. The only coherent motive he had was to see Tommy. He needed to see Tommy.
The farther Tubbo followed the path to him, the more doubtful he became. Every waking day, he missed Tommy. He regret that dreadful day he exiled him more than anything. If he could take it all back, he would. “I’m sure he misses me as much as I do.” He spoke to no one but himself, in an attempt to calm the anxieties that had arisen.
"I hope he’s all right. I haven’t seen him for quite a while.” And with that simple sentence, he ran even faster. More doubt flooding his mind with every passing second. His emotions and thoughts were clashing with each other as if they were at war. He was excited, doubtful, and fearful all at the same time.
“I really do hope he’s okay.” He whispered, running through the downpour. The rain began to soak his clothes, causing the threatening red paint to fade into pink, or wash away completely.
The constant coherent motive that was needing to see Tommy had turned into the worry that he wouldn’t be alright when he got there. He entered the nether portal, allowing the purple haze to swallow him and spit him out on the other side.
His eyes locked onto the path to Logstedshire, the place Tommy had grown to call home for the past few months. Without a moment's hesitation, his hove-like feet clashed onto the cobblestone path hovering above the lava. His heart raced at the same pace his mind did, if only his legs could keep up with that same speed.
As he reached the next portal, he allowed the purple haze to consume him and spit him out on the other side, into Logstedshire. A glance around would reveal so much more than he had hoped.
“What the hell?” He announced to the rain droplets around him as he looked down into the explosion rubble. The sound of rain hitting the ground filled the void of silence as Tubbo walked around in disbelief. He inspected the rubble of the different areas of Logstedshire quickly, too panicked to think much into it.
“What?”
“What’s gone on here?”
“His tent, where is his tent?”
“What is this?”
Questions escaped his mouth like a melody, searching for their answers. A tall tower seemed to catch Tubbo’s eye as he quickly pulled away from inspecting the rubble that was Tommy’s tent, and ran towards the hill.
“What is this pillar?” He questioned aloud to no one but himself, fearing he knew the truth.
He stared up as the light of the moon illuminated the pillar, rain droplets falling directly into his eyes. Blinking them away, he felt his tears swell up.
“Did he..” All these questions that no one was around to answer. Not even Tommy.
Lightning crackled in the distance as a sudden pain seemed to stab right into his heart, flowing through every mussel on his body. His entire body felt consumed by fear, guilt, and sorrow. He couldn’t direct his eyes away from the pillar, standing in disbelief.
This was his fault. Tommy was dead because of him. If Tubbo hadn’t exiled Tommy, if Tubbo hadn’t taken the presidency, none of this would’ve happened. The narrative would’ve been different.
He wouldn’t be staring up at this goddamn pillar.
He’d do anything to be sitting on that bench again, listening to Cat or Mellohi, not a care in the world. But now, Tubbo would have to sit alone.
The overwhelming doom struck once again, consuming Tubbo. He was gone. He felt his chest rise and fall at an indescribable speed, feeling the breath escape his lungs. The loud beating of his heart took the place of the sounds of rain crashing into the land below. He felt as his limbs began to go numb, a static feeling falling into place instead. His vision blurred in and out, and before collapsing, he whispered to earth around him,
“No, surely not..”