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Tubbo was done. He was done with all of the fighting, backstabbing, and loneliness that came from the server's many conflicts. Ranboo was spending more and more time in the artic, leaving him alone is Snowchester. Tommy was all but ignoring him (he had even seen him turn around and walk in a different direction when he spotted him on the prime path. Everyone seemed to have forgotten about him. Eret was the only exception to this. The young ruler would stop by about once a week for tea and the two would spend hours just existing in each other presence.
Eret would occasionally bring him books everyone once in a while as well. It was from one of these books that he had gotten an idea for an escape. It was a book on Redstone that talked about how to make TNT machines. One of the pages talked about how it was possible to create a machine that could blow up bedrock and it even had a diagram. Tubbo wanted out of the Dream SMP, and he didn’t care how he got out. Even if it meant giving up his last cannon life. He gathered up the few things he was going to need for this trip and got in a boat and just started rowing. He wanted to get as far away from the greater SMP in case someone tried to stop him. He figured 20,000 blocks away would be far enough. He traveled for a full week before he was satisfied with his location and started digging down. It took him another couple of hours before he finally reached bedrock and he set up a little base camp. It took him many tries but after two more days of trying, he finally had a two-by-two hole broken in the bedrock. Beyond that was the void. A dark space where nothing could survive (at least that is what the stories Phil told him when he was younger said). He didn’t exactly was to disappear into nothingness, but he also didn’t really care. He was going to try something anyway. A story Phil told him long ago. The story was basically about a person falling into a hole in the bedrock and how he begged for an admin to hear him and save him. When he asked Phil if it was possible, he had said it was but only really powerful admins could hear it. It was called an admin call. Tubbo sat on the edge of his hole and thought about what he was going to say. Eventually, he was ready and he prepared himself.
“I don’t know if anyone can hear me, but, I’m on my last life and I’m sitting over a hole into the void. It is the only way out of this server. My admin is a cruel man who won’t let anyone leave. I have been abandoned by my friends and have no one left. I don’t want to lose my last life but staying here any longer is going to kill me. You can only stand the wars and constant fighting for so long. The people who were supposed to protect me left me behind and I’m tired of being left behind. If you can hear me, please save me. But it is ok if you can’t, I honestly don’t even expect this to work.” Tubbo checked his inventory to make sure dreams armor was still there (he was not letting that man get it back). When he saw it was, he started wiggling he was closer to the edge until he was practically sitting on the very edge.
“Sorry for missing tea this week Eret.” And he fell.
Tubbo_ fell out of the world.