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“What if we left it all?”
That agonizing thought had remained in the blonde’s head after he spoke.
“It’s your call, big man!”
He remembered the brunette yelled out in return, making him let out a long overdue laugh.
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The scarred up blonde took a deep breath, glancing around the ravine which haunted his thoughts. He could hear the once strong, powerful and yet kind leader rambling to himself.
He missed the old Wilbur.
Sometimes he’d stare at his older brother as he rambled, sometimes he wouldn’t know if he could recognize the face that looked back.
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Another day passed since he and his best friend, Tubbo, had that meaningful conversation on that broken down bench.
“I want to leave it all behind us. I don’t want to be scared shitless by Wilbur anymore, Big T.”
“You truly want that Tommy? To run away from our problems?..”
And from that thought, he began to pack.
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He didn’t have that much anyways, only a couple of truly important things although those were stashed away in his enderchest. The blonde took one last look at the cave he grew fond of, he truly did know every crack in the wall - and every detail by heart. But in the end, not much mattered.
He was known to run from his problems anyways.
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The trip to “Manberg” only took about 10 minutes, and he waited on that bench for what felt like eternity. His mind began to wander as he stared up at the dark sky. He remembered when he sat here one night with Wilbur (Or what Wilbur used to be). The sky was filled up with brilliant bright orbs, each a different constellation or some shape in which he brutally made fun of.
He felt as if when Wilbur was president, even the night shined with brilliancy - lighting up the place he called home. When Schlatt got elected, it’s as if the world grieved with him. The once beautifully lit up sky became dull, only adding to the atmosphere which Manberg gave off.
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