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Stretching across mountains and valleys, and all that may come in between, one simple law of all living beings. One day you will die, but your life will go on.
Three lives.
That’s it. Three could be so much. Three four leafed clovers, three life long friends, three homes, three exiled lovers, but still so little. In a world where every clover has a thorn, and every friend has a blade, every home holds a secret, every lover leaves, three can be so little.
With each of the three lives, there has been a truth passed down from generation to generation. The first, gratitude.
Live each life to its fullest, and be grateful when you return, even if it’s for the last time. Be grateful even when you fall, because for some— a death that never comes is crueler than the one that never takes them.
The second, freedom.
Do not be tied down in one place, do not live under one person's rule. Break the rules, create personal own rules and break those too. Do not let anybody dictate who lives, who dies, who tells the story. Lady Death is the decider, and her wishes are not to be interpreted by mankind.
The final truth, love.
Love harder than love itself. Hug every friend, treasure every item, confess in large, grand gestures. Care so deeply for every task completed, hand held, mountain climbed, painting finished, and never stop loving.
★
Tommy has always been a lover. Getting connected too easily, creating strong ties to things that don’t matter to anyone else. People, pets, objects, anything.
A few days ago, Tommy was exploring the Plains at night. Soft green grass bathed in blue moonlight, expanding endlessly as it wraps over hills and cracks. His heart pounding in his chest as monsters began to spawn— their presence littering the grasslands around him.
A Creeper rose from the earth right in front of him, its green form arching and twisting out of the ground, like its body was stacking on top of itself until it was whole. Its black eyes locked onto Tommy, somewhere deep within them glowed a sharp red.
Tommy drew his sword.
He hits the creature across its throat, slicing it open, and revealing a gross, green goo beneath its skin. The red light its its eyes dims, and it slowly tips to the ground. Withering away into gunpowder.
Tommy grimaces at the sight, “Fuckin’ gross,” he scoffed. Scooping up the gunpowder and pocketing it.
He looks up from the grave to see a churning mass of Zombies and Creepers stumbling toward him, some still materializing from the earth— but immediately locking eyes onto Tommy.
Tommy grins, clenching his fingers around the hilt of his sword.
He then promptly makes a run for it.
He was able to outrun the zombies easily, those fucks are slow as shit. Creepers… not so much. He kills a few, of course they are undead, so they’re not actually dead. They’ll be back tomorrow. But, they are out of his hair for the time being.
Some of them get close enough while he’s occupied with running, or killing one of their buds, and lights like dynamite and lets it rip.
One in instance, Tommy was fighting a Skeleton. They’re more intelligent than Zombies. Knowing how to wield a bow and arrow— and, to give them credit where credit is due; and have pretty good aim for a bunch of dead guys.
Tommy squats down to dodge a shot, and it flies straight over him. Effectively lodging itself in the neck of a creeper.
The Creeper hits the ground, but instead of disappearing into gunpowder, its death yields a much more exciting gift.
Two music disc lays in place of the monster, one sleek, green vinyl, the second is purple. It’s like a trophy.
Tommy kicks out the skeletons legs, and runs over to it— still half squatting. He feels the smooth ridges under his soft fingertips, as a laugh bubbles up out of him.
“Hah! Look at that!”
He looks closer at the green label, seeing written in white, pixely letters Cat, by C418. which is so sick. It feels so special, he’s never discovered one before. Only seen them sold in shops back home. This is certainly the first one in the server.
The purple one has the same label, except the one is called Mellohi. The ridges and bumps are different than the ones on the green one, some grooves are deeper and longer.
He feels a warmth blooming in his chest the longer he stares at the record, this, Cat and Mellohi, they’re important. They’re his.
Tommy is then punched in the back by a Zombie. He stumbles forward, and pockets the discs. He kicks the zombie away, and bolts again. All the way back home.
He’s got to show this to Tubbo.
★
On the horizon, the blue of the sky fades into orange, eventually met by the blinding light of the sun that casts a warm glow on the valley below. Evidence of life littered the land in front of them, but nothing felt as real as the grass under their feet.
Tommy feels that strange feeling when you’re outside, and you look at the grass and realize just how green it is. How the leaves reaching over his head have those microscopic veins, and the way the wood of the bench underneath him feels rough and smooth depending on where he touched it.
It’s the sort of calm that only comes after a storm, which is true in a way. The moment Tommy arrived on the server, he’s just been messing around. He’s been destroying things, getting into pointless scuffles with people much more powerful than him, he visited the jail more times than he’d proudly admit— but that’s not important. What’s important is now.
The air is filled with the sound of music, coming from the jukebox beside the bench. This soft, techno song, that makes the world feel floaty and wonderful. Of course the person beside him helps too.
Tommy and Tubbo sit side by side on the bench, perfectly comfortable in each other’s company without having to say a word.
Tubbo only arrived here a bit after Tommy did, but they knew each other before. In truth, he’s Tommy’s best friend. Which he doesn’t admit easily, he has a lot of important friends. But he and Tubbo just get each other.
These discs were the first on the server, Tommy will treasure them forever. Just by being here, listening to a song with his friend, and feeling such an intimate, indescribable feeling, makes Tommy feel as if he’d die for Tubbo. To keep feeling this feeling.
He’d die for the discs too, to have this moment and feel this calm.
Tommy hopes nothing will ever change.
★
For weeks now, Tommy and Tubbo have had to fight to keep the discs. Dream, the founder of the server, has decided that the discs are too powerful. Dream, apparently, loves control.
There hasn’t been a moment of rest, constantly squabbling to take them back. Tommy and Tubbo have been on a team against him, but of course, Dream is bigger and older and has better armor and tools.
All of this mess began with some chickens, which by far is the stupidest thing. Ponk decided to fill Sapnap’s house with chickens, which is annoying. This triggered a series of pranks back and forth, which evolved into a full fledged war. Tommy was on Sapnap’s— the correct— side.
Dream joined the war on Ponk’s side, and it didn’t take long for him to target Tommy. Dream took Tommy’s discs, to end the war— but it’s definitely proven to not end conflicts at all.
Currently Tommy is walking the prime path to find Tubbo for his master plan. His fingers rap against the pommel of the sword of his hip as he thinks. Right now, Dream has the discs, but as time has gone on, they seem to flip ownership between the two of them often. So Tommy is sure he’ll get them back.
Tommy is tired of waiting for some kind of magical leverage to fall into his hands. So it’s high time he steps in and takes it.
This war has caused a lot of damage, too. Every time Tommy thinks he’s hidden the discs, or ran away quickly enough that Dream can’t get him, Dream takes it to a new extreme. Tommy’s house was blown up a few days ago.
Tommy arrives at the socializing club, which is really a nice spot. Fundy, a Dutch fox guy (or just fucking furry, if you ask Tommy), built it to act as a neutral, peaceful place to resolve issues with words. Tommy doesn’t think that would work in this context, but he’s not here for a service. And Tubbo is already here with Fundy and Purpled.
Tubbo has had this fight going on with Fundy and Purpled for weeks now, which honestly it all seems to be Fundy’s fault. He just randomly decided to attack Dream, but when Dream wasn’t anywhere around, he went ahead and tried to attack Tubbo instead. He tried to drown him, which is insane.
Right now they’re all sat around in these little flimsy wooden chairs, and Tommy can hear the talking from outside, when he circled it three times to make sure Tubbo was really in there, but now that he’s entered they’ve all gone quiet. Heads snapping over to look at Tommy.
“Tub-boooo!” Tommy smiles, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms.
“Tommy, get out,” Fundy says sharply, his top lip curling up. “we’re in the middle of something.”
“No, you little bitch.” Tommy retorts, his face scrunching up. “I need Tubbo.”
“Hang on, Tommy, this is important,” Tubbo says, “you can come sit down, I’ll be done soon.” Tubbo shoots a pointed look at Fundy.
“Yeah, come sit down, actually, I could use your opinion,” says Fundy. He’s making a smug, annoyed face, like he thinks Tommy would ever side with him over Tubbo.
Tommy walks over to the group, and flops down onto one of the chairs. He briefly makes eye contact with Purpled, who hasn’t said a word since Tommy came in. His eyes are literally Purple— since he’s literally an alien— this guy must have real creative parents.
“You know about this issue, right, Tommy?” Fundy asks.
“Nope. I just know that Tubbo is right, and you lot are all stupid bitches.” Tommy rolls his eyes. He doesn’t have time for this, the discs are in Dream’s hands, he’s on a time limit!
“Oh, but you like chaos, don’t you?” Fundy prompts. Tommy scowls.
“I’m the goddamn king of chaos.”
“Then you should see why I—“
“Shut up, Jesus!” Purpled shouts. “Tommy, what do you need because you’re distracting us.”
Tommy sits up, bobbing his head as he prepares to talk about himself. “Well, if you haven’t noticed, me and Tubbo are in a bit of a bind,” He explains, “I need his help right now to get the discs back.”
“The discs again?” Tubbo winges.
“Yes! Yes, always the discs, Tubbo!” Tommy’s back goes straight as a rod, his hands flailing exasperatedly. “Dream has them, and as soon as he gets an Ender chest, it’s over! We have nothing, and he wins!”
Purpled raises a finger, looking annoyed. “Tommy, we’re in the middle of something important, you can’t demand Tubbo away from this.” he stands from his seat, looking a bit heated.
“I don’t even know how this is important. You lot are just sitting around moaning about your fucking feelings! Thats boring! And lame!”
“We’re literally socializing in the Socializing club, like the signs said.”
“Moaning,” Tommy corrects, standing up. He walks around to the back of his chair, and braces himself as he stretches his legs.
“Fundy took my stuff, I’m trying to get it back,” Tubbo explains calmly, but there’s a seething rage beneath the surface.
“You stole from Tubbo?! You fucking bitch! Why would you do that?!”
“Hey! I am not a bitch, he wouldn’t let me drown him!”
“That’s not a fucking excuse!”
“Stop shouting! This isn’t what this club is meant for!”
“Shut up, Fundy. Tommy, chill for a sec.” Tubbo cuts in, standing up and putting a hand on Tommy’s chest. Apparently, Tommy had stood from his seat and was walking toward Fundy.
Tubbo looks between Tommy and Fundy, then widens his eyes at Purpled before looking back at Fundy. “Cool? We cool?”
They both nod. Tommy glares at Fundy, and Fundy looks a bit embarrassed to be being told off by a sixteen year old kid.
“Okay, okay,” Tommy closes his eyes and breathes out, relaxing his body. He opens them to look at Tubbo. “Let’s chat in the other room, can we?” Tommy asks. His hand instinctively latching onto Tubbo’s soft bicep.
The pair step outside, and Tubbo finally lets himself be tense and visibly angry. Tommy finally lets himself be upset, though he’s not sure how well he was hiding it before.
“He took my pickaxe, Tommy. My Netherite one— it took me forever to get.”
Tommy feels himself scowl again. Fucking furry stupid little thieving—
This whole club is stupid. This whole conflict with Fundy is stupid! Fundy should just be honest, and return Tubbo’s things. It doesn’t make any since to keep talking with them when they’re thieves! Of course, Tommy isn’t completely sure how Purpled is involved, but he’s probably a bastard too.
“Listen to me, Tubbo, this club, this- this whole thing is just keeping you from the bigger issue! You can get your stuff back, easy peazy, you don’t need to sit around chatting!”
“What other solution do I have?! It’ll be a hell of a lot harder to fight him for it!”
“I dunno!” Tommy flings his arms out. “Just, like, kill… him?”
Tubbo deadpans, then looks away and twists his mouth.
“It’ll be just five minutes to talk, and I’ll get everything back.”
Tommy rolls his eyes, but Tubbo is making this serious, determined face. Jesus fucking Christ…
Tommy sighs, and lets Tubbo go back in. He considers setting the whole building on fire, but figures it would be pointless with Tubbo in there. So instead he takes a walk as he waits for Tubbo to be done.
After more than five minutes, Tommy hears distant shouting, and goes to it. He finds the three guys all in a fight outside of the club, they’re all shouting.
Tubbo is pinning Fundy to the ground, the back of his axe coming threateningly close to Fundy’s throat. But Fundy’s hands (paws, Tommy guesses) push back, keeping Tubbo away. His long snout lunges forward, lip curling as he snarls.
Tubbo jumps backwards, and Fundy stands. But Tubbo swings his ax, the butt hitting Fundy’s ankles and knocking him flat on his back.
Tommy doesn’t stand uselessly for another second, he starts running closer
“Tubbo?! Do you need help?!”
Tommy is left unanswered. So he goes straight to Tubbo, shoving himself between him and Fundy.
“You okay, Tubbo? Is it just him?”
“Yes, I’m okay?! Fucking move, Tommy!” Tubbo shouts.
Fundy pushes to his feet, hunched over. Tubbo really did a number on him, huh? Tommy feels proud— but that’s for himself to know and nobody to find out. Fundy throws a pickaxe onto the ground and runs off.
Before Tommy can comprehend anything else happening, Purpled appears beside the pair. Tommy promptly screams, and a bit automatically, punches Purpled in the face.
“No! Tommy, what the fuck?! That’s my ally!” Tubbo shouts. Tommy realizes that Tubbo is holding his pickaxe, oh, that makes sense. “Why couldn’t you have just made friends for once! God, Tommy, you can be so violent!”
“You- you didn’t say who to protect you from, so I was just doing the first person I saw! It’s not my fault, you should’ve said something!”
Tommy watches as Purpled turns over on the ground, wiping the blood dripping from his nose. He locks eyes with Tommy.
“You’re going to regret this.” Purpled says, and stands up, he’s able to walk away— just with holding his nose.
Tommy clenches his jaw, shaking his shoulders to shake off Purpled’s threat.
“What? Don’t tell me you’re just moving past that, Tommy.”
“I have bigger things to worry about,” Tommy says calmly. “Cmon, I have a plan to get the discs back. It’ll work.”
Tubbo frowns, looking around at the mess that they made. “Can’t we just chill for a bit?”
“What?! No, Tubbo, Dream has the discs! As soon as he gets them in an Ender chest, it’s over! We have- we have to get them back?!”
Tubbo looks at Tommy, then down at the ground. He puts his pickaxe on his hip. “Yeah, I know. Just kinda wanted to hang out.”
Tommy sighs, Tubbo always pouts, and as much as it’s annoying, it works. “We can hang out as soon as we have the discs back, okay? I promise. This is for us, the discs are ours.”
Tubbo bites his bottom lip, looking up and holding up his pinky. Tommy wraps his pinky around it, and yanks Tubbo into a hug.
“I’m sorry,” Tommy mutters into Tubbo’s hair. “I would rather just hang out too.”
“I know,” Tubbo pulls away from the hug, a determined smile on his face. “Let’s go get our discs back.”
Tommy explains what he wants to do, and of course a Tubbo being who he is, is able to execute it perfectly.
First, they get together a bunch of red stone and mechanical shit, and then they hide in the bushes around Dream’s base.
Sunlight peaks through the leaves, but the small cubby of dirt and sticks is still stained a shadowy green. In other words, they can’t see shit. Tommy sits against the wall, with his knees tucked up to his chin, watching with strained eyes as Tubbo plugs wire into each other and fucks with all of it.
“How long is the red stone even gonna take?” Tommy whines, because they’ve been at it for nearly five minutes!
“Not long, I assure you,” Tubbo assures him, “I hope.”
“Uh— not assuring!” Tommy sits up, leaning over Tubbo’s shoulder.
What Tubbo holds in his hands is far from a finished product. In fact, it just looks like a mess of wires and red stone dust.
“Whatever that is, I don’t think it’ll help us see through walls.”
Tubbo elbows Tommy back, Tommy slumps back against the wall as Tubbo hunches over further. Tommy stares at his back.
“Just gimme a minute,” Tubbo mutters.
So Tommy does. He hums a little tune, then blabs on about the discs, then spiders, then cows, until Tubbo finally turns background around.
In Tubbo’s hand is a pair of goggles, green, x-ray lenses. Tommy scrambles toward him.
“Holy shit, try them on— Do they work?” Tommy asks. He feels like he’s shaking with excitement a little, he reaches for the green glasses, but Tubbo pulls them away.
“Hang on, I’ll test them first. I don’t want them to, I dunno,” Tubbo shrugs. “explode or something.”
“Ay! That’s such fucking bullshit, you just want the first turn with them because you’re a stupid little—“
Tubbo shushes Tommy, strapping the glasses over his head. Tommy laughs, because the lenses are too far apart so it looks like Tubbo’s eyes are going two different directions. Tubbo visibly fights off a smile, but focuses.
Tommy feels jealous, watching as Tubbo gets to literally see through the walls, and into the chest room.
“I see his chest room… we could dig down into it. They’re probably somewhere in there.”
“Are the chests labeled?” Tommy presses, getting in Tubbo’s face. Tubbo jumps back.
“Shit! shit, I can see your fucking bones.” Tubbo calms himself, looking more fascinated. Which only serves to drive Tommy even more mad with jealousy.
“Can I have a look? Please?”
Tubbo reluctantly peels off the goggles, and Tommy slips them on with a shit-eating grin.
The world is turned black, with only entities glowing a light blue. Tubbo’s skeleton is as expected, human, besides the two little goat horns on his head, and his also goat legs.
The chest room is, as described, below them. There’s not much else of note, and Tommy can’t tell which chests would be of importance (despite how sure he was a minute ago that Tubbo just wasn’t looking hard enough).
“How do we get in? Is Dream inside?”
“I don’t know, you have the goggles!” Tubbo hisses, and his skeleton reaches for them back. Tommy holds his arm straight, so Tubbo’s face is stopped against his palm. It looks strange, since there’s a gap between the bones in both his hand and Tubbo’s skull where their skin is supposed to be.
Tommy giggles quietly. “Let me look, Tubbo. As I am bigger, and stronger, and I will find Dream and his big green skeleton, ok?”
Tubbo sighs, slumping against Tommy’s hand. Tommy coos, pulling Tubbo to his side, where he continues to slump.
Tommy focuses on looking into the base… he’s not entirely sure how these goggles work, is there some kind of render distance on them or something? Why can’t he see out the other end of the house? What was he doing? Oh yeah.
“Dream isn’t home, we can get in through the window above the stairs.”
So they do, they walk around the base, smash the window with a swing of Tubbo’s pickaxe (Tubbo claims he has more upper body strength, though Tommy doubts it), and slide right in.
Down the stairs, into the chest room, they basically turn the place inside out. Opening every chest, barrel, searching every shelf and reading every label.
Tubbo finds Dream’s stash of diamonds, but still no discs. They decide to steal the diamonds, of course.
Looking around the trashed room, Tommy lets out a defeated sigh. Every chest is thrown open, dug through, with half its storage on the floor.
“…still no discs?” Tubbo asks softly, he’d even searched the upstairs, but there was still nothing.
“Nope.”
If the discs aren’t here, they have to be somewhere else. But why would Dream keep them anywhere else? It’s not like he’s had time to stash them away anywhere further away— plus, he wouldn’t want them to be anywhere he wouldn’t have constant eyes on.
Which leaves only one option, that somebody else stole them. But why? Dream wants them because he wants revenge or something over Tommy (which is Tommy’s working theory), and Tommy wants them because they’re his. Nobody would have any reason to take them unless they were mad at Tommy and Dream.
Or just tired of the fighting. Somebody who’s suffered from the damage of their fighting and had issues with both parties.
Punz. The latest battle of Tommy and Tubbo versus Dream over the discs was in Punz’s front yard, in which they left quite the mess. Punz was only angry about the mess, it has to be him!
Tommy and Tubbo exit Punz’s base tired and hopeless. The interaction was fine, if a little heated at times, and Punz said he doesn’t have the discs, Dream showed up to confirm that. It was civil for the most part, but Tommy feels he’s at his wits end.
Dream won’t negotiate. He keeps asking for is Tommy’s netherite chest-plate, which took Tommy hours to get! He’s not just going to give up his things for his things! He shouldn’t have to bargain for something that’s rightfully his!
Then Tommy tried to scam Dream, which didn’t work. Dream got a hold of the chest-plate, so Tommy had to give Dream the diamonds and promise to let him keep the discs to get that back.
But Tommy is slick. Dream has the discs in his hand, and Tommy lays the diamonds on the ground. As Dream bends down to pick them up, Tommy rushes past him, grabbing the discs, and running like his life depends on it (which it does).
There’s only one thing left for them to do, a last resort— which both Tommy and Tubbo are far too poor to venture on— but they need to make an Ender chest.
They knew it would come to this, Tubbo was convinced for a bit that Dream would subside, but that never came, so they’ve been planning this for a while, but it is incredibly difficult with so much going on all the time to make one. So, they had to beg.
First, they went to Fundy. Fundy is a nice fox, but an evil, evil person. This guy flat out refused to help! All because Tommy was rude, and called him a bitch or something. So yeah, he’s just a hater.
So, then they went to Punz. Punz is amazing.
“Just Ender chest materials? Sure,” Punz had said. “But you have to bring me an apple.”
Tommy found an apple quicker than any man had before, perfectly red and juicy. He was a little jealous in the moment that he didn’t get to eat it himself. Only to be met with Punz’s dizzying clarification.
“I meant a Golden Apple, Tommy.”
But Tommy argued and argued until Punz gave in, or just was so annoyed that he wanted Tommy to go away (Tommy is aware he can be terribly abrasive, it’s very helpful).
So Tommy gets handed some blaze powder and Ender pearls, and they’re fucking set. All they need now is obsidian.
Tommy is running down the Prime path as fast as his legs will take him, racing as Dream chases after him.
the Nether portal stands at the center of a stone platform overlooking the community house, which was the first building built here. It’s a landmark that connects everything through the Nether. It’s also, conveniently, made entirely of obsidian.
“Tubbo, listen to me, I can get this. I can get it, if— if you fend him off. You get Dream, and I’ll make the chest.”
“Yeah, yeah. Stakes aren’t that high, are they?” Tubbo smiles as he draws his crossbow. Tommy can’t help but smile in return.
“Just for a minute.”
Tubbo nods, and runs over to the stairs that lead to the community house just as Dream charges out of it, wielding a crossbow of his own. Tommy builds around the portal to shield himself, breaking it apart. Tubbo shouts warnings, and unfortunately, breaking obsidian takes a very long time.
So Tommy digs.
And he digs.
“Tommy! Tommy he’s past me!” Tubbo screams, the horror apparent in his voice.
Tommy finishes getting a block, just as Dream hurdles himself right at him. Tommy is able to jump back, drawing his sword.
“Just hand over the discs, we don’t have to fight,” says Dream. Then lunges for the satchel on Tommy’s hip.
Tommy leaps backward, barely dodging it. “No way! Are you fucking stupid?! You have to be stupid— these are mine! You stole them from me first!”
Dream’s jaw clenches, he draws his hands together, and rams his shoulder into Tommy’s chest. Body slamming him to the ground.
For a second, Tommy’s vision is blurry. But he’s quickly on his feet and running.
All he ever does is fucking run.
“Tommy, Tommy— how much did you get?” Tubbo gasps, falling into step beside Tommy. He’s holding his shoulder, Tommy goes to move his hand to see if he’s hurt, but Tubbo shrugs him off.
Tommy moves on, looking in his satchel.
“Fuck!” Tommy groans. “I literally only need one more. If you had just fought Dream for little bit longer, I would’ve gotten it! Oh, Tubbo, we are so screwed.”
Tubbo’s eyebrows pitch together in defeat, before his eyebrows raise and the worry drains from his face. “I have one in my chest at my base!”
Both of their faces lose tension at once, jaws dropping into open mouthed smiles.
“Oh my God, Tubbo, you are a gift from God!” Tommy exclaims, grabbing Tubbo and planting a big kiss on his cheek. Tubbo makes a disgusted sound and shoves Tommy off of him. Tommy makes a mental note to not do that again.
“Let’s go, then-“
Tommy and Tubbo aren’t able to go. Instead, Tommy is yanked off his feet. He falls through the air, until his back slams hard onto the floor. Dream stands between him and Tubbo, sword drawn, panting.
The warm pain spreads through Tommy’s back, but he pushes to his feet. He lunges toward Dream, slinging his sword. But Dream jumps backward, just to surge forward again, grab Tommy by the collar, and slam their foreheads together.
Tommy’s vision is splotchy and the pain pierces his head.
Tommy shoves the edge of his sword into dreams side, not actually doing any real damage, but making him hurt enough that Tommy wiggles out of his grasp.
“Tubbo, go get it, I’ll keep him busy.”
“B-But—“ Tubbo begins, but Tommy cuts him off.
“Just go fucking get it!”
Tommy realizes as soon as he starts running again, just how exhausted he is. He can barely catch his breath on the run.
Tommy circles around a tree, switching directions midway through to swing his sword at Dream’s head. It lodges into Dream’s armor, causing him to wince and cuss.
“Haha, take that, bitch!” Tommy jeers. Dream meets this jeering by kicking his knee. In the wrong direction.
Tommy, luckily swings his leg back and catches himself before Dream can snap his leg in half. But Dream doesn’t slow down.
Dream’s sword reigns down sharp blow after sharp blow, Tommy parries most, but there are a few that make it past his guard.
Tommy is holding dreams blade back with the flat side of his own, when he sees Tubbo running towards them, waving a block of obsidian around in the air like a flag of victory.
“Tubbo!” Tommy cries out. He shoves hard against Dreams sword. Causing him to stumble just enough to break away from the fight.
Tommy runs toward Tubbo, they meet back at the Nether portal.
“I’ll hold him off, you make the fucking chest,” Tubbo says, already drawing his weapons.
Tommy stumbles over his own feet as he rushes to the crafting table at the edge of the stone platform. He sweeps everything off of it with his arms, and lays down the obsidian.
Tubbo stands between Dream and Tommy. He’s never been the greatest fighter, Tommy knows this because they learned together. Spending hours and hours sparing and practicing, just for fun. Dream has years of serious experience on them.
Yet Tubbo holds his ground.
Tommy places the Eye of Ender in the center of the crafting table, and quickly surrounds it with obsidian.
He takes a step back as the materials fuse themselves together, twisting in a purple, glowing mass, until the chest falls onto the table with a loud plonk!
Both Tubbo and Dream’s heads snap toward the sound, but Dream focuses back on Tubbo immediately. He shoves him to the ground, hurling himself at Tommy.
Tommy gets his hand on his sword too late. He’s slammed into the ground. Dream holds him down by his shoulders.
“Hand over the discs,” Dream hisses, but is cut off by a choking sound as the throat of an ax is thrown over his head, pulling Dream back off of Tommy by the neck.
“No! Why— why would I ever do that?!” Tommy stammers, watching as Tubbo clings to Dream’s back. Dream thrashes and jerks in an attempt to get Tubbo off of him, but his hold is strong. Tommy’s sure he’s going purple under the mask.
“Tommy, the discs!” Tubbo reminds him, snapping Tommy out of his short daze.
Tommy places the chest on the ground, opening it up. The inside of it looks like an endless void of space trapped in a little box.
There’s a clatter as Tubbo is knocked to the ground, Dream’s sword slams down where Tommy stands, but Tommy is able to jump to the side and miss it.
discs in hand, Tommy prepares for their final dance. If he wins; he’ll put the discs in the chest. if he loses; Dream will do the same.
Except, as he stands and draws his weapon, Dream is knocked off of his feet. It takes him a second to register that Tubbo braced himself against his shield, and threw himself at Dream. Using every part of his small, teenage body, to rock this adult man’s shit.
Tommy doesn’t wait, he runs past both of them to the chest.
Dream wrestles Tubbo, throwing him off of him quickly. Tubbo winces as he hits the ground again, and Dream stands back up.
It’s too late, though.
The discs are in the chest.
Tommy runs past Dream one last time, pulling Tubbo off of the ground. He watches as Dream opens the chest, angrily throwing his sword at the ground.
Tommy and Tubbo let their tired legs carry them away, in an exhausted, stumbling run.
“Tubbo,” Tommy starts as they reach the thoroughfare of the Prime path. Where they can either go further, or just… go to Tommy’s house. “We… we fucking did it.”
“Yeah, we did, boss-man,” Tubbo’s face splits into a grin.
Tommy wraps his arms around Tubbo, giving him the biggest hug ever.
They both start laughing, cheering, and shouting uncontrollably.
“We fucking win! Take that you big green bastard!!” Tommy screams.
They get cleaned up, wrapping their wounds and shelving their weapons. Tubbo goes home, and Tommy lays on his bed, preparing to relax and heal for the rest of his goddamn life.
There's a shuffling sound, Tommy cracks an eye open to see a tall figure leaning on the door frame. Smile on his face.
“Wilbur?” Tommy says, sitting up.
“Hey, Tommy.” Wilbur says coolly, “I got an idea,” Wilbur says, stepping closer and leaning onto his knees so they’re eye to eye.
“Wot?” Tommy grimaces.
Wilbur’s smile is kind as he asks, “d’you wanna sell drugs with me?”
“…Oh, Wilbur, I—” Tommy’s face slowly twists into a smile. “I thought you’d never ask.”