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When Tubbo awoke, the only things he could remember were that his named was Tubbo, he was eight years old, his best friend was named Tommy, and that hands were picking him up, carrying him out of the harsh heat. He could faintly hear screams and cries as the arms carried him out of the fire. He tried to open his eyes to get a look at the figure, but his eyes wouldn't open, and the heat wouldn't go away. Maybe this was a hero carrying him out. Maybe this was a firefighter. He had no clue. Soon, the amount of consciousness he had left vanished, and he fell asleep in the arms.
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When he awoke for the second time, the painful heat was gone. Instead, a pounding in his head made itself known. His limbs felt numb, and he could barely open his eyes. The next thing he noticed was the sound of beeps, no, a heart monitor, to his right. Sounds of footsteps echoed through the room, growing louder and louder until they stopped right by him. A quiet voice spoke.
"So do you have a name for this kid?"
A second voice answered.
"Not yet. We can't find any information about him or relatives."
He let out a small sigh and opened his eyes. One of the two figures seemed to notice, and they turned towards him. The figure had long, black hair and tanned skin. They wore a blue hoodie with a Pacman symbol on it. Dark eyes met his.
"Fit, he's awake."
The other figure looked over at the small child. This one was bald and wore a brown shirt. They had a scar on their eye.
"Aye. Good morning kid."
"...What?" Tubbo attempted to sit up but his arms were useless to pull himself up.
"Easy there..." The bald man, Fit, put a hand on his back and helped him sit up. "You're quite injured, take it easy."
Tubbo's brows furrowed as he looks around in confusion. "W-where am I?" He asked with a cough.
"You're at our base. There was a fight between Angel and Cucurucho which led to a huge explosion. You were caught in the crossfire." The dark-haired person explained while looking at the monitors and checking Tubbo for any issues. Tubbo looked at the guy's nametag which read 'Pac'.
"base?"
Suddenly a voice spoke next to him.. Tommy's voice.
"Bubs...they're super villains."
"They are?"
The two figures in front of him looked at him in confusion. "Um kid? Who are you talking to?"
"..." Tubbo look up at Tommy. The blonde was standing in the corner, deathly pale. He had the same look Tubbo's always seen him with. "My friend, Tommy!"
"Tommy.. as in Tommy Minecraft?"
He nods.
"Oh buddy...he's dead."