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To say Tubbo’s day was going awful was an understatement. First, his attempt to record a video failed after his editing program crashed 3 times. Secondly, him and Ranboo got into a fight over something stupid and now Ranboo wouldn’t respond to any of his apologies, and lastly, he had major a headache all week, and he was worried he’d have to head to the doctor soon.
Later that night Tommy called and Tubbo cheered up a little bit. After Tubbo told Tommy he had a headache, Tommy kept the conversation light, but still intriguing. At some point in the conversation, Tommy began to forget Tubbo's problem and was getting too loud.
“Hey, man, can you please stop being so loud. Remember, I’ve-”
“And I was just like no!”
“Hey, hey-”
“You can’t take a picture if you’re-”
“STOP! Tommy please, fucking stop! You never stop being loud for one second!”
“Jesus. I’m sorry. Asshole.”
Tommy left the call immediately. Great, now both of his friends were mad at him. Tubbo shut off his computer and went to grab his phone, but it slipped out of his hands and down onto the ground. With the stress of the day already at the max, Tubbo slid down the wall and burst into tears. He stopped for a moment when he noticed under his bed, his stuffed Minecraft bee!
He’d lost this months ago, it was just simple decoration for his room, so he wasn’t that bothered when he lost it. Tubbo admired the bee, it looked so soft and cuddly, so friendly. Hey! He didn’t need real friends, this could be his new friend, and his only friend.
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The next day Tubbo carried on with life. He refused to check his messages or any social media. All he was going to do today was stream with his new best friend.
Well, he couldn’t refuse to check his messages that easily. He’d check them, just not reply.
Tommy: Hey man, I’m really sorry about last night. I was just excited and you yelling at me kind of ruined my mood. Totally my fault though, I really do apologize.
Ranboo: Look I know we’re in disagreement but I just want to say I’m sorry about the whole fight. Can we just make up and continue to be friends, please?
Yeah right. He didn’t need those two assholes in his life anymore. If whenever he wanted something, he’d just get yelled at, why would he ever do anything for them again?
Any time he’d interact with his bee, he’d feel this unexplainable, fuzzy feeling in his head. He kept brushing it off as something to do with his headache, but the more he thought about that the more likely something was actually wrong with him, which scared him a lot, so he just decided that the bee made his brain happy, that was all.
Tubbo sat around for hours on TikTok, making a few ones in the process. He had about 30 minutes until stream, so he just decided to waste his time until then. Just as he was about to close the app, Tubbo saw a TikTok from Ranboo pop up on his For You page, instantly skipping it.
That’s when he decided to spend the next 30 minutes before stream blocking every Dream SMP member, even ones he’d never spoken to in his life.
Update accounts took quick note of Tubbo “unfollowing” Ranboo and Tommy, before everyone began to notice he’d unfollowed every single Dream SMP member he’d followed previously.
Twitter was freaking out, and rumors began to spread. Tubbo was retiring. Tubbo was leaving the Dream SMP. Whatever, he really didn’t care what Twitter had to say, it was just him and his bee. Who still didn’t have a name. Tubbo the Bee, Tubbee? Tubbee! Tubbo and Tubbee, that’s all he needed.
The time passed and it was time for him to start streaming, Tubbo clicked the Go Live button and immediately saw chat flood with messages.
TheBiggestRanbooStan: TUBBO WHY DID YOU UNFOLLOW EVERYONE
KatieInnit: TUBBO TELL US WHAT HAPPENED
PoggersUsername: DRAMA POG DRAMA POG
The title was simply “hi” not indicating any drama whatsoever. Tubbo tried his hardest to ignore his way through the messages, which filled up 95% of his chat.
Chat began to get very confused when instead of explaining anything, he began to talk about his stuffed Minecraft bee.
“And his name is Tubbee! It’s like Tubbo, and Toby, and bee! And he’s my best friend now!”
Just then, a donation read out through text-to-speech, “Tubbo why did you unfollow everyone on Twitter?”
Tubbo froze for a second, he could act like he didn’t see all the messages, but he definitely couldn’t ignore this. Well, he could, and that’s exactly what he did.
Tubbo’s behavior was very strange, and everyone took note. He’d continue to receive text messages on his phone.
Dream: Hey why did you unfollow everyone? What’s going on?
Tommy: Tubbo look I’m sorry. I don't know what's going on but I’m watching your stream and it looks like you’re on drugs or something.
Ranboo: Tubbo, are you good man?
After an hour stream, Tubbo successfully ignored his way around all the messages and ended stream. If you had watched any moment of the stream, you could tell something was off. He made it too obvious he was dodging his way around any mention of any Dream SMP member, or any non-SMP member that was just his IRL friend. Something had happened and people could tell.
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Days had passed and Tubbo continued to tweet and stream as he normally did, but this time, he was doing it all alone. The only guest on his streams was Tubbee. He created an account for his stuffed bee called @TubbosTubbee where he would jokingly tweet back and forth, acting as his bee and himself.
Tommy had given up on trying to contact him. Ranboo still sent him a text every few hours asking if he was alright or if he could respond, but he never did.
Multiple tweets from SMP members addressed the Tubbo situation as best they could, but no one knew what was truly happening.
That was until Tommy went live that night. He explained the whole situation, well, except the Ranboo part, because he never knew that happened.
As he laid in bed that night, Tubbo received a FaceTime from Ranboo, which was just another attempt at trying to talk to Tubbo, Ranboo assuming it’d fail once again.
Tubbo decided to pick it up though.
“What do you want?” Tubbo groaned, seemingly in a bad mood the moment he saw Ranboo on his phone screen.
“Oh my god, I never thought you’d answer. I just wanna start with, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for anything this bad to happen, I was wrong the whole time, and I apologize.”
“Good for you. I’ve moved on now though.” Tubbo’s voice sounded dead and cold. It made Ranboo shiver a bit in real life.
“Wha- what?” Ranboo turned his face away from the screen, he was definitely about to cry. He had no response. Moved on to what? That stuffed bee?
A teary eyed Ranboo moved his face back to the screen, sniffling a little bit. “I- I’m sorry Tubbo, you don’t have to move on. That bee, like, come on.”
“Hey. Don’t say shit about Tubbee. He’s a better friend than you ever were.”
“I- It’s a stuffed bee.” Ranboo was crying at this point, but Tubbo’s face was more dead than ever, almost smirking a bit at his crying ex-friend.
“Please, let’s just please talk this out. I miss you. And I still want to be friends.”
“Why? So you can yell at me again when I say anything? Or yell at me when I want you to do something? Or yell at me when I don’t want you to do something?”
“I’m sorry for anything I’ve done wrong. I just want my friend back.”
“Shut up and keep crying, pussy.”
That’s when Ranboo was hung up. He’d burst into full blown tears. Why was Tubbo doing this? He’d admitted he’d messed up and was sorry about everything that happened. Something changed him, and Ranboo had high speculation it was the bee.
After his cries had reduced to sniffles, Ranboo decided to call Tommy and figure out what he’d been thinking.
“Bossman! Sup Boo.”
“Hey Tommy, uh, what are we gonna do about Tubbo?”
“I don’t fuckin’ know, he’s gone all haywire it seems, over that bee. Like, I know we were kind of assholes to him, but I think we’ve both apologized right? And now he’s in some sorta fuckin’ parasocial-Dream stan relationship with this bee. It’s strange innit.”
“Yeah, innit.” Tommy chuckled at Ranboo awkward struggle saying innit. “I don’t know what do. I just called him and he just looked dead. He’s not okay, at all. He was being a real, hmm.” Ranboo paused, thinking about his next words carefully. “Tommy, nobody will believe you so you can’t say I said this, dick.”
“Woah! Big man Ranboo saying the D word.”
“It’s the only word I can use to explain his behavior. It’s so strange. I don’t know how we’ll be able to talk to him.”
“Nobody else really knows what’s been going on, Wilbur just asked me a little while ago why Tubbo unfollowed him.”
“I’m sorry but I gotta hang up, I’m gonna start crying again if we keep talking about this.”
“Aww, Ranboo. Now that I think about it, I don’t want him gone from our lives either. Shit!” Tommy moved the phone away from his face as he began to tear up a little bit.
“So, what did he say exactly, what made you cry?” Tommy said in a shaky voice, trying his best not to cry himself.
“Said the bee is a better friend than I ever was, told me to shut the F up and called me the P word.”
“Ranboo I just heard you say dick, you can uncensor everything, here. Let’s go back in time, I want you to say that sentence again, but say the swear words.” Tommy then made a silly noise that represented them going back in time, and he stared dead into Ranboo’s red and puffy eyes, with his own set of red and puffy eyes.
“Really, Tommy?”
“I will blackmail you and tell everyone you said dick if you don’t right now.” Tommy said in a joking manner.
“You have no proof and they’d all believe me anyway. They would think you’d just be making it up because you want me to swear so badly.”
“I just heard you say fuckin’ dick, dickhead!”
“Ok, you’re getting off topic. Let’s talk about this tomorrow and try to talk to Tubbo again. I know it’s getting late for you anyway.”
“Ranboo say fuck and pussy right now or I’m not hanging up this call.”
“Well I just will then.”
“You just Wil-bur then, haha, I’m funny, aren’t I. You know what else is funny? Swear words, you should say them.”
“Alright, I’ll think about it. Goodnight Tommy.”
“Goodnight Boo, or should I say bitch.”
“Hilarious.”
The two ended the call right then. Tommy went to bed and Ranboo ate dinner and streamed. Ranboo to the best of his ability answered any questions about Tubbo, but after a while started to ignore them.
After ending stream and getting ready for bed, Ranboo spent almost 2 hours looking at old conversations between him and Tubbo, watching old clips, whatever he could find to get the Beeduo content he so desperately was missing right now.
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While Ranboo was still asleep, that morning began how it always did for Tubbo and Tommy. Tommy woke up at 8:36 AM, Tubbo waking up at 9:12 AM. The two ate breakfast, both choosing cereal. The two didn’t realize how similar their morning routines were, because at the same exact time of 10:09 AM, both checked Discord, and they both appeared online in each other's messages.
Tommy gasped as he noticed his former friend online on Discord, and typed out a message as quick as he could to Tubbo.
Tommy: Tubbo, I just want to talk to you man. I see you online. Please, just answer me.
When Tubbo saw the DM, he pointed at the screen and said to Tubbee “There’s my former best friend, TommyInnit, unlike you, he’s a real mean guy. Him and his other dumb friend Ranboo are trying to win me back or something, but it won’t work.”
As he skipped over the DM, Tubbo noticed a different DM sent 2 days ago, the day of his breakdown. It was from a Meet & Greet company based out of the same city Tubbo lived in.
“Hello Toby! We are contacting you to ask if you would be interested in hosting a meet & greet with fans in London on October 8th. Everything will be handled by our company. Please follow up with any questions, thanks.”
That was still a month away, so he could make it to London in time. But the vagueness of the message really made him think. He was thinking so much, he began to daydream.
As he daydreamed, he thought of him and Tubbee running along in a field, Tubbee chasing after him as the two giggled and had a lot of fun together. There it was, that fuzzy feeling again.
This time he couldn’t just shake the feeling off or ignore it, it grew, and eventually it felt like he’d been pulled underwater. The world around him felt big, and blurry. This was very scary, was this a part of his headache he’d had? Was he dying?
Tubbo whined, “I’m scare’ Tu’ee.” was all he could muster, confused by his high pitched voice and childlike demeanor. He sat there with Tubbee, rocking back and forth, before finally shaking out of it.
“Wha- what the hell was that? I’m- I'm okay right?” Tubbo spoke to no one.
After calming himself down a bit, Tubbo decided to get back into his business, going back and forth with the meet and greet company. October 8th was set for the meet and greet.
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As Ranboo was just waking up, checking his phone. He noticed an email he’d just received 10 minutes before he woke up.
“Hello Ranboo! We are contacting you to ask if you would be interested in hosting a meet & greet with fans in London on October 8th. We are based out of the UK, so if this UK location does not work, we understand. Everything else will be handled by our company. Please follow up with any questions, thanks.”
Huh? Why would a UK based company contact him about a meet and greet, did they really want to deal with an American halfway across the world?
The company had a Wikipedia, which in Ranboo’s mind was enough to secure its validity. Just then he got a notification on his secret alt Twitter account he used just to follow Tubbo, which he made just hours after he’d been blocked on his main and his other alt.
@TubboLive | 1s ago
Hello everyone! In partnership with @MeetsAndGreets I’d like to announce a meet and greet in London on October 8th at 1:00 PM! It’ll be a jolly old time and we’ll have a lot of fun! You must be 13+ to attend. Other than that, it is completely free. See you then!
Wait, London, October 8th? Ranboo shook his head in confusion and immediately called Tommy.
“Tommy, Tommy. Did you see Tubbo’s tweet?”
“Uh, no, I’m blocked.”
“Well, he announced a meet and greet on October 8th in London, and I’m not kidding you, I just got that same exact email.”
“Yeah it’s some sort of fuckin’ scam company, duh.”
“No, no, it’s Meets and Greets, they’re very real. Remember they helped George, Dream, and Sapnap do that meet and greet like a month ago? The one where Dream face revealed? They’re contacting us now, like our group.”
“So what’re you saying? They’re going to make you do a face reveal?”
“No, again, they’re getting us together. Me, you, and him, check your email.”
‘Alright, alright. App takes forever to l-. Holy shit.”
“Hello TommyInnit! We are contacting you to ask if you would be interested in hosting a meet & greet with fans in London on October 8th. Everything will be handled by our company. Please follow up with any questions, thanks.”
“You got it, didn’t you? Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Bossman, you will be in London on October 8th. And we are going to Tubbo’s meet and greet.”
“But don’t we have to hold our own?”
“Hell no. I mean, you could if you want. But we are talking to Tubbo in real life about this on October 8th.”
“Ok Tommy, I gotta go. I’m gonna talk to my parents about this, I’ll get back with you soon.”
After Ranboo hung up, Tommy got back to hanging his new paintings he’d gotten for his wall. Only a few minutes later, he’d received a text from Ranboo.
Ranboo: October 8th.