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"To my dearest, Tommy;
Hello, I hope you are doing good out there. Thank you for coming to visit with Ghostbur, although you had that axe in your hands that you were desperately swinging towards me. I appreciate the help, really.
You know, I've had a lot of time to think in this cell - all covered in small bits of dried blood (from both you and me, hah) and Ghostbur's blue.
Although, admittedly the blue is as much of a pool of blood as the rest, resting on the lovely grave I have made him at the edge of this cramped and lonely cell. It's kind of pitiful that he died that way, but it was a necessary evil. I know you are all grumpy and stubborn now, but you'll understand at some point - you'll understand why I've done everything I have done.
Even though I have told you over and over - maybe my actions will explain it better than my words ever did.
Did you know that blue is the only color George can see properly? Maybe not exactly the baby blue in your eyes, but the blue that now adorns the edge of my tiny cell. Did you know that one day he saw me and Sapnap covered in blood and all he asked was why we were 'covered in mud and dirt'. It was shocking enough to make both of us laugh through our pain. Apparently the color of our blood seemed similar to dirt and the colour of our skin to him.
It's kind of sad that George will never be able to see the baby blue of your eyes properly, forever cursed by the slightest bit of green mixed into it. I'm sure he would've loved it - even when it's all faded and dull, even when it's reflecting the angry oranges and reds of the same lava that seems to always surround us.
I don't miss him or Sapnap as much as I miss you, though. I don't think I can miss anything as much as I miss you.
Remember the exile? When you spoke softly, when your words didn't grate the insides of my ears and settle right into my brain? When you weren't putting extra effort into being the most obnoxious son of a bitch you can be?
I missed that, I missed what exile was. Despite the fact that you hated it - and still do - I think being a bit quieter suits you. Not too quiet, but definitely quieter.
If you didn't run your mouth all the time, you wouldn't be in this situation to begin with. I wouldn't have been here either. It's a nice thought experiment to play around with - what if you just didn't say stupid shit all the time? What would've changed if you just kept your fucking mouth shut for once?
Guess that's what makes you so fun, though. If you were like Tubbo you'd be boring; too quiet, too obedient, too predictable.
You, though; you are different. You keep fighting for things that won't work - over and over and over again - you are so stupidly stubborn. It's entertaining, it's so incredibly amusing.
It's almost endearing, too, in a way that makes me want to throw up. You make me want to throw up. Maybe that's a good sign, though - a sign of friendship. That is what we are after all; friends. Forever; best of friends.
Maybe all of this is why everything always goes right back at you, maybe that's why your attachments had so much impact on the server. Maybe that's why you are the heart of this server - why you are so fascinating.
I'll be out of this hellhole soon, and this letter will reach you when I am. I can already imagine your reaction - you'll be shaking and struggling to take proper breaths like you always do. Hell, I know you are already trembling like a tiny leaf as you read these; I know every word I have written is breaking you.
I have so much power over you in ways that you don't even realize. It's funny, all I have to do is write some words and you'll crumble away like a pile of ash.
I'll kill everyone you love - I can, you know, and I will. There's nothing you can do other than to finally obey when I'm holding the dead body of your best friend over your head - cry and beg for me to bring him back.
You are more powerless than you think. The drops of dried blood covering these walls around me - the blood that once was a part of you - is the biggest proof of it, your revived brother probably walking around the server as I write this is the second biggest.
I care about you despite it all, whether you believe it or not. I care, even if you are obnoxious and make me want to smash my head against these walls until my skull cracks - you are all I care about other than power.
(And in a way; you are power. After all, I adore both.)
I'll pay a visit when I'm back, hope you are excited to see me standing under the sun again.
Sincerely,
:)"