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The earliest memory I had before I had meet my best friend tommy was only a few hours before I meet him it's still as clear as day to me.
I reamer techno reading a book on the chair by himself, wibbur saw reading me a book, Phil was out in the ward probably looking at the sheep again even though I can remember most things from that day the reason why he was out there was something I probably never know but that was never what was truly important about that day.
"Can I ho outside wil I promise to wear my coat!"
"Well I don't know tell me why and I-"
"Meh sure why not"
I got up put on my coat and grabbed beson the duck, I wasn't a fan of when they would yell like this so I would just do what I asked of them since if they couldn't make up their own minds then I would do what I wanted to do.
I saw Phil in the sheep's pen looking at the ground and the folwing... something I just kept on walking into the woods.
"Okay benson how about we make a fort and I'd it's good enough we can sale it!" I looked at benson holding him in my hands right infront of me.
"How about you sit here and I get everything and start building this fort of ours okay!" I sat him down and went out finding everything we needed to make a great fort!
"P-phil..."
When the wind first started pick up I was near the fort I decided to grab benson and go in the way I thought I came in but
.
.
.
There wasn't my home I began crying I had no idea were I was and it was cold oh so so so cold.
Grrrrrrrrrr (idk how to write scary growing soooo um just pretend for me okay)
"W-whos t-there" I tried looking around I was holding benson closer to me it was a few minutes before I saw... "it".
"It" had the wool of a sheep but it looked even softer, "it" was huge bigger then anything I had ever seen, and lastly "it" layer down in a way that "it" looked like "it" wanted me to lay on its wool which after a few minutes I decided to do just that.
It was so soft... so warm... so nice.
"Thank you Mr. Uhh mind if I call you tommy, Mr. Tommy. You know Mr. Tommy I had always wanted a friend named Tommy and now I have one, I hope phill let's you stay at our place when I find it or when he finds me. Any how I'm going to sleep now night-night Mr. Tommy".
"Bye dad sorry again", wilbur and techno said to me as I left the house to look for tubbo.
"It's okay just be more careful next time", I said to then as I walked out.
I checked the sheep pin
Nothing
None were dead
Two answers for that
One "it" who has been eating one a day and is smart enough to make fake tracks was gone
Or
It had killed and eaten tubbo...
I ran out into the woods why why didn't I see what the foot prints were when I came home yesterday then I would have a better chance at finding him.
Why weren't wil and techno watching closer
Why did the snow storm have to hit early yesterday instead of today
Why- why was there a small stack of branches with some blood
"TUBBO! WHERE ARE YOU!", I cried out hoping it wasn't anything bad
"TUBBO PLEASE ANY SIGN YOU CAN DO, DO IT!" I cried out again
"Hi phill!" I heard him call out
"Tubbo your okay are you hurt anywhere is everything thing okay", I said checking his body everywhere
Nothing...
Good
"Don't worry phil Mr. tommy made sure I was safe he's the best can he stay with us!"
"Who's Mr. Tommy tubbo?"
I looked around expecting to see someone but no nothing, nothing at all.
"We should go I bet you're pretty cold right now", I said picking him up in my arms.
"but what about Mr. Tommy I bet he's even colder!", tubbo said looking up at me almost crying
"Don't worry we can find him after you get warm up"
"...okay papa"
"Okay papa."
"W-whos there!", I said turning around right as I heard the voice.
There was tubbo
But he was in my hands
Who was the real tubbo?
"Mr. Tommy is that you", the tubbo in my hands said trying to push himself out with obvious joy.
"Mr. Tommy is that you", this other tubbo said almost right after with the smallest hint of joy.
I started running to the house holding the tubbo in my hands tighter then ever before but right when we reached the door
There was something on my back
It was almost wet
I slowly turned around
And
And
And there was this tall creature smelling me making sure its gaint horns didn't ING the way
It's seven eyes lighted up in surprise when it realized I had turned around And was facing it.
It started smelling the air what was it doing I don't know but that's when it made this deep growl and started walking over to the sheep's pen.
I pulled out my sword and put tubbo down if this is what I think it is and has been killing all our sheep then I make sure that if it kills one more then it be the last one
But what I found there was much, much more terrifying.
A dreamon,
"Papa, Mr. Tommy what's going on?" Tubbo asked running over.
This thing that tubbo has been calling "Mr. Tommy" quickly started growing a tail and then once it was big and long enough it covered both tubbo's eyes and ears.
Warning major graphic death in the next part.
This thing after making sure its tail was over any part of tubbo that could tell something terrifying was about to happen did something nothing human would be able to do for years
It had grabbed the dreamon before it could kill any more if the sheep's opened it mouth
And
And
Took off its head in one swift bite
It looked over at me and gave me the rest of the body
It looked almost happy if there wasn't a lot of blood all over it face.
I was terrified more than I ever been before and it seemed to tell that and then took the rest of the body and ate it as well
After that it transformed back into tubbo, "phil can he please say with us I promise he be good!", tubbo said after a few minutes of me just staring at both of the tubbos
"Okay just make sure Tommy doesn't hurt any of us and if it does then he'll be kicked out understand", I said bending down to their eye level.
"You got it phil!", tubbo said looking back at... it
"Also might be smart if we had a way to tell you two apart", I said standing back up and walking over to the door.
"Don't worry phil we can think of something right Mr. Tommy", tubbo said looking back at, at his friend.
"Mr. Tommy".