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Tubbo held the letters he had handwritten yesterday in his hands. He and Ranboo had been planning this wedding for so long, that upon realizing that despite planning about food and venues, he realized that he needed people to invite in order to make this work.
I have a dream…
The boy rowed across the archipelagos to go into the town that he called home.
A song to sing
Landing his rowboat at the docks, he walked quietly amongst the sleepy town with the night sky shining down.
To help me cope
With anything
Tubbo found himself at the balcony where he knew the post would check for letters. A bright yellow mailbox sat on the balcony rail. He walked on the cobble streets sifting through the three letters in his hands.
You can take the future
One letter was labeled J. Schlatt who lived in Live. The next one was labeled Wilbur Soot who lived in a city called “Earth”. Finally, the last letter was labeled Nick Halo who lived in Essempi.
Even if you fail…
Tubbo read out the names on the letters before gingerly placing them into the mailbox
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Over the course of a few weeks since the letters have been sent. The three adults had gotten them in their mails, and the days became shorter as the day of going to the venue was getting close.
Schlatt is an architect based in New York who normally wore an all-black suit with a red tie. Also, a successful businessman who was busy meeting with other corporations and building up new designs for max comfort and professionality as well as office spaces for big corporations. Owning an office titled Schlatt & Co. with engineers and other designers. Schlatt excused his coworkers and rushed to his office to grab a couple of his things before making his way down to the streets calling a taxi.
Wilbur, on the other hand, worked in a government establishment. Handling government affairs and scandals in the UK. Stepping out of his home, he held the daily news in his hands with a suitcase. He wore a full three-piece suit with a black tie. Wilbur seemed ready to be held in a government department, “spontaneous” to get going if you will. A car rolled by the sidewalk and Wilbur stepped into the car.
“Where to?” The chauffeur asked.
“London Heathrow,” Wilbur answered, putting on his seatbelt and leaning back against the seat; reading the daily news.
Nick, or SapNap, as people would call him, was on his motorbike riding through crowded stalls of an outdoor supermarket. Unlike the two city men, SapNap wore shorts and a t-shirt. You would consider him an explorer, and athletic. Sapnap parked his motorcycle by the docks away from the water. Getting off the motorcycle, he jogged to his boat and hopped down from the ropes of the sail.
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“HEY!!!” Tubbo shouted as he saw his two friends at the dock. One was a tall blonde kid who was loud and abrasive while the other was shorter who was normally picked on, but it was just for laughs. Tommy, the tall blonde kid, ran to Tubbo and punched him in the shoulder. Jack, the bald one, followed behind and said,
“Hey! Show us the good shit!”
Tubbo raised his hand to show the ring on his finger. The two wowed while Tommy snapped out of the trance of the mesmerizing ring, “That is a beautiful ring.”
“It is, isn't it?”
Tommy nodded, “how much was it? 400 quid?”
“Are you trying to take the ring, Tommy?!”
“Shut up, man!” The groom punched Tommy’s arm laughing.
“He did well, didn’t he?” Jack asked knowing full well how rich Ranboo is.
“I’m getting married tomorrow.” Tubbo began walking into the island with his two friends, “I’m so glad you’re here, because I have a secret and I can’t tell anyone else.”
“You’re knocked up?” Jack joked, earning a laugh from the two.
“Oh my god, Jack!” Tommy said, laughing through.
“No!!” Tubbo laughed, but when they calmed down, he took in a deep breath and sighed. “Umm… I’ve invited my Dad to the wedding.”
The group halted in the middle of the road. Tommy’s mouth gape and his eyes in shock. Jack’s eyes widened as well.
“You’re joking!” Jack exclaimed.
“You finally found him?!” Tommy shouts.
“No! No, no, no, no, no… Not exactly.” Tubbo faced the two, “Okay, so you know what my Pa always said when I asked about my Father? It was a summer romance, and he wasn’t there when Pa found me. I always kind of accepted that that’s all I’d ever know.” Tubbo paused and looked up to see Tommy gesturing to him to continue in which Tubbo chuckled, pulling something out of his bag that Tommy and Jack only noticed, “Well… I was ransacking some old trunks and I found this!” He held out a plain-looking journal. “It’s the journal he kept the year he found me as a baby!”
“Holy shit!”
Tubbo smiled and opened the journal reading aloud what was in it, “ July 17th. What a night !”
Jack grimaced, “I don’t know if I want to hear this-”
“I DO!!”
Tubbo continued reading, “ Schlatt rowed me over to the little island. That’s here! That’s Snowchester! Which is honestly very ironic isn’t it? Like Iceland and Greenland, y’know?”
Tommy and Jack nodded in agreement and reminded Tubbo to continue, to which he did. “We danced on the beach, and we kissed, and we… ” he read aloud the dot, dot, dot.
“What?” Tommy cocked his head to the side confused.
“Yeah!! That’s what it says! That’s what they did in the olden days!”
Jack hollered, “Oh my GOD! Stop this!”
“ Schlatt’s the one. I know he is. I’ve never felt like this before .”
“Your Pa writes like a girl” Tommy jokes, making Tubbo laugh.
“Dude, shut up!!”
Honey, honey, how he thrills me! Aha, honey, honey.
Tubbo continued walking through the island by the coasts as he held on to the journal, “ I’ve heard about him before. I wanted to know some more and now I know what they mean. He’s a love machine”
“Oh- Come on, man!”
“Now why’d you have to say that?!”
“What do you want from me?! It’s what it says!” When Tubbo finished reading the section about his potential father, Schlatt, Tommy said,
“So this guy, Schlatt is your father?”
The group sat at a rock peak where the trees shaded the area, the two looking over Tubbo’s shoulder reading the journal. “Oh well, the plot thickens! All this time, Schlatt’s been telling me he loves me, and now he’s announced that he’s engaged, so he’s gone home to get married,” Tubbo puts down the book, but still held on, “ and I’m never going to see him again.”
“Poor Quackity…”
“ August 4th. What a night! Nick or… Sapnap. Rented a motorboat, and I took him over to the little island.”
“Sapnap?” Jack questioned, “Wait a minute-”
“Hold up-”
“I’m still not over Schlatt, but Sapnap’s wild. He’s funny and then one thing led to another and… ” Tubbo skipped a few more pages until he reached another passage about another person, “ August 11th. Wilbur turned up, out of the blue, so I said I’d show him the island. He’s sweet and understanding, but I couldn’t help it and…”
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The three made their way back to the villa and Tubbo hurriedly put the journal back in his bag. When he looked up, they saw his aforementioned Pa.
“Well if it isn’t the groomsmen!” Quackity leaned against the arch.
“Big Q!!”
“Jesus, guys. Can you stop getting any taller?” Quackity chuckled, “Looks like you guys are having fun.”
Tommy nodded, “oh, we are.”
Quackity sighed and looked into the distance reminiscing, “I used to have fun.”
“Oh, we know ” Jack earned that smack from Tubbo, and in return, the father gave them a skeptical look, an eyebrow raised.
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Two cars were racing towards the dock that led to Snowchester. A man is already pulling at the ropes for it to go to the island. When the two cars halted, two men came out.
Wilbur, still in his suit, held his bags while Schlatt had already taken off his jacket, with his bags in hand as well. The two tried to chase the boat but it was no use despite yelling out, “HEY!!” and “COME BACK!!!”
Their shoulders slumped and placed their suitcases on the floor. Wilbur sighed, “Well shit…”
Schlatt turned to face the Englishman, “My thoughts exactly.”
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Jack and Tommy trapped Tubbo into his room.
“Alright, who is it then? Schlatt, SapNap, or Wilbur?” Tommy cornered his friend.
“I don’t know-”
“Well, which one did you invite?!”
Tubbo laughed nervously, suddenly the entire room was interesting.
“Tubbo-” The two sat down on his bed.
“Whaaat?” The shorter’s shoulders were raised and his voice was an octave higher.
“Do they know?!”
“Well, would you write to a total stranger and ask, “please come to my wedding, you might be my father?”
“Uhh-”
“That was a rhetorical question, and no. They think that Pa sent the invites, and with what’s in here” he gestured to the journal he snagged, “it’s no surprise they said yes!”
It seemed that Tubbo was doing a double-take with his choices. Did he regret it? No…? Is he going to regret it? Hopefully not. God, he just wanted to find out who his real Dad is and now he’s thinking that this was a bad idea.
I wanted to know some more
And now I’m about to see
What you mean to me
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Wilbur and Schlatt set their bags down by the schedule sign that was supposed to set sail to Snowchester. The two men wore sunglasses and their ties were loosened and the two top buttons of their shirts were undone. The Englishman struck up a conversation. “I’m trying to get to Snowchester. When’s the next ferry?”
“Lunes.” Schlatt replied.
“What?”
The American looked up and translated “Monday.” The man noticed a piece of paper that Wilbur took out from his pocket. He looked over at it and assumed that it was for a wedding, “Are you here for the bride or the groom?”
“Huh?” Wilbur looked up from the paper, “Oh. Groom. Well, at least one of the grooms.”
“One of the grooms, eh? I see I see.” Schlatt nodded, understanding.
“Yeah, though I haven’t really met him.”
Just then, a boat saddled up by the dock and they heard a voice from above, “Hey! You, there!” He was American as well, but you could hear bits of Texan in the voice. When they looked up, they found Sapnap with a bandana on his forehead, clutching the pole that kept the sail up, his legs dangling. The Texan smiled, “You guys headin’ to Snowchester?”
When the ferry left, little did anyone know that Quackity’s best friends Karl and George were already ahead of the two potential Fathers of the groom.
“MAKE WAY!! MAKE WAY FOR THE PRETTY BOY!!”
They walked by people young and old, trying to squeeze through and get at least some space. George was wearing a light blue t-shirt with a red and white stripe in the middle but a nice white blazer jacket from Saint Laurent over it. His pants came out of Dior and he wore his signature “Gogy Glasses” to combat the sun. Karl Jacobs on the other hand, wore a button-up short sleeve that was tucked into his skinny jeans. The two sat down squeezing between strangers. An old man offered George some bubbly who waved a “no thanks” but Karl was eager to take it, taking the bottle cap off and drinking the liquid like it was a monster energy drink.
The man reached behind him to hand over a book the two men recognized.
“Look! He has your book!” George pointed out and Karl was in awe.
The book was titled “The Lost City of Mizu” and Karl smiled. The old man pointed to himself and gestured to a pen to write. Karl nodded and flipped open to the first page signing it. While Karl was off being a celebrity, George looked over to the woman beside him, curious as to what was in the basket. An unspoken word of “can I see?” and “Sure” was said and when George lifted the cloth, he screamed as he jumped when an ugly-looking fish that had razor-sharp teeth met his gaze. Karl let out a giddy laugh handing back the book while the locals snickered.
“You’re being dramatic, it’s just a fish!
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The three friends were in Tubbo’s room fitting their suits, Tubbo helping Tommy tie his tie while Jack admired their suits in the mirror.
“Do you think I could get some girls with this fit, king?” Tommy asked.
“Yeah, man! At least I think so.” Tubbo finished tying Tommy’s tie and stepped back to admire his handiwork.
The shorter sighed, “I really want my Father to give me away at this wedding.”
Jack nudged Tubbo, “better be a wide aisle.”
Tubbo rolled his eyes, walking along with his room and stepping away from his friends. “I’ll know my Father when I see him.”
The door opens with a thump. A tall man with light brown hair and heterochromatic eyes comes into the room.
“Ranboo!!!”
“Let’s go!! I’m getting married tomorrow!!” Ranboo jumped to be right in front of them which made the floorboards creak.
“Oh god, please be careful! The floor’s all old and rickety n shit.” Tubbo warned
“So?”
“I don’t want any of my friends to fall through the floor and die. Thank you.”
“Not to worry, I’m the main character! Nothing bad ever happens to me!”
The group laughed since clearly… he isn’t and he’s just lucky.
"Yeah, yeah we'll see about that," Tommy mumbled.
"Wh- What's that supposed to mean?!"
“Ignore him, what are you even doing here, Boo?”
“I’m just getting some props for tonight. Y’know, take it up a notch!” Ranboo picked up a cowboy hat and a fake cigar and placed it in his mouth all the while putting on a phony 1920s radio host accent, “I’ll be seeing you guys” With that, he slipped through the doors and left closing it behind him. When the coast was clear, Jack went and faced Tubbo.
“Why haven’t you told him about your Dads?”
Tubbo dragged his hand across his face, “Cuz then he would say that I’d have to tell Pa.”
“Quackity’s gonna kill you when he finds out.”
“But by the time he finds out, it’ll be too late! I feel like there’s something missing, and when I meet my dad, it’ll all make sense.”
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Wilbur, Sapnap, and Schlatt were finally making progress on getting to Snowchester. Sapnap was teaching the two how to sail his boat. George and Karl finally docked and were escorted. Karl was already on the land while George held a kind man’s hand and was helped down so as to not fall.
“Come on, pretty privilege”
Quackity drove in his old truck, with a sun hat on and looking like a divorced dad with his Hawaiian patterned button-up and khaki shorts. When he got out of the driver’s seat, he ran down to the docks to meet with his old friends.
“WELL, WELL, WELL. LOOK WHO IT IS JESSE” Quackity shouted, gaining his friend’s attention.
“QUACKITY!!!” The two men yelled and practically met up with him, Karl diving in for a hug in which the Mexican returned gladly. The two let go and Quackity took a good look at them and realized that a lot of time had passed.
“You look amazing! And still pretty too”
George snorted, a hand coming up towards his lips, “you look like you’re on your divorced dad arc.”
“Yeah, he’s right,” Karl laughed.
“What are you waiting for, guys? C’mon, lemme show you around!” Quackity waved his hand, gesturing to follow him and eagerly running to the old truck. The two quickly followed, picking up their bags and walking with their friend.
As they drove through the island, George and Karl sat at the back of the truck while Quackity drove. “So~ any men at this wedding, hmm?”
“Here we go! Number four is coming!”
“Number four, George?!”
George smacked Karl’s arm with a weak hand, “Not for me! For you Karl.” George tried to fix his hair as the truck traversed through gravelly roads, “You got a bestselling sci-fi fantasy series and a wad load of bread. It’s about time that you find that certain someone”
“Booring” Karl hollered.
“Wow, we love having good role models for Tubbo. One a serial groom and the other a hermit.”
“Aaanywayys” Karl interjected as they finally pulled over to the edge of the villa, “When are the loverboys gonna fly the nest?”
Around them, florists were carrying barrels of flowers up into the little town and up onto the hotel where the venue is. “Oh, god! Who knows? I don’t know what’s up in my child’s head sometimes. Mans wants a big white wedding, and he and Ranboo are making plans for the hotel. Sometimes I really think they’re not gonna leave.”
“Do you really want him to?” Karl asked.
“Well, I want what’s best for him.” Quackity unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the car door, “Of course not!” In the distance, the Mexican notices the groom and waves him over, “RANBOO!”
Ranboo ran to them and greeted each other before helping him with their bags.
Meanwhile, on the waters, the guys on the boat were having a little catch-up while the air drifted them to their destination.
“I know who you are. You’re Nick Halo, aren’t you? Sapnap.” Wilbur pointed out who sat down on the floor, tired and having ditched his suit jacket. His hair was mussed by the wind.
“Yes, I am!”
“Y’know, your books are great when you’re on a boring-ass business trip. Now, I may look like I'm pondering my own securities but in reality, I’m… trekking some remote corner somewhere on this planet.” Wilbur looked out in the distance making animated gestures with his hands.
“You should try it out for real, it’s fun!”
Wil sucked in a breath, “I’m not the spontaneous adventurer, sadly. Maybe one day.”
A silence fell through them until Schlatt, who was standing by the sails, broke it. “Are you a close friend of Alex?”
Sapnap shook his head, “No. I haven’t heard from him in… 20 years. Jesus, that’s a long time.”
The architect raised an eyebrow, “Really?”
“And then I got this invite out of nowhere.
Schlatt thought for a moment before Wilbur spoke up, “What a coincidence, neither had I.”
Sapnap looked up from the floor, “We’re going off route!"
“You got it!” Schlatt said while Wilbur went up to try to fix the sails, nearly slipping.
“AHH- Nevermind! I got it! I got it, guys!”
With all this happening, who would've suspected this? What could possibly go wrong?