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it had been a few days since the nukes went off, nearly causing tommy to die. since then, he had sworn off using them, he couldn't bear the thought of potentially harming someone important to him.
it was strange though, since the nukes went off he hadn’t really heard from tommy. he was a bit worried since he didn’t want him to be mad at him or anything, but he assumed that tommy was just off doing something else and didn't have time to visit.
tubbo tried to distract himself, wandering through snowchester while avoiding the warehouse at all costs. he didn’t want to face the nukes right now, it brought back the thoughts of what could've happened that day.
he passed most of the time by talking with ranboo, walking through the paths of the smp. ranboo seemed like the only constant in his life anymore, and tubbo needed that stability.
one day while they were walking through the smp, tubbo took notice of tommy’s hotel.
“hey ranboo, what do you think about making a hotel?”
that question was what started it all. ranboo liked the idea, he thought that it could be cool to make a nice little hotel and have some friendly competition.
the two got to work right away, ranboo taking on most of the building work and tubbo assuming the more creative role. he came up with the hotel name, along with picking out a nice slogan and some advertisements.
as time passed, they made more progress on the hotel. the base was done, and the whole thing was pretty much halfway built.
the time ranboo and tubbo spent together was nothing but peaceful. tubbo so desperately needed this break after all the war and fighting he went through. ranboo felt comforting, like collapsing onto your bed after a long day. tubbo thrived in the comfort, and he never wanted to leave it.
tubbo still hadn’t heard from tommy, he was a bit worried, but he was sure he would come back soon. after all, tommy always comes back. right?
at least that's what he thought, until sam told him what happened.