~+...EXILED...+~

~+...𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗩𝗜...+~

"Tommy, I am so sorry. Dream, I think the best thing to do is exile Tommy from L'manburg" Tubbo said, guilty.

"...Tubbo?" Tommy whispered under his breath.

Tommy took a quick deep breath, bringing him back into reality. Those words made Tommy quiver. Bad memories, memories he didn't want to remember. The scene replayed over and over again in Tommy's head. The scene when Tubbo betrayed Tommy. 'Where the hell am I', Tommy thought. Everything from yesterday flooded in, and Tommy looked down at the dry grass, hay, he was laying on.

   He turned over and saw Ghostbur lightly snoring. He gave him a weird look and noticed that he was hungry. He wasn't in the mood for carrots, for he had over five yesterday and was sick of them.

   "Will, Wilbur", Tommy said, shaking Wilbur awake. He was starting to get frustrated when he wouldn't wake up. He sighed and stood up. He toppled down, his legs were sore from walking, and running around yesterday. The sound of him landing on the dirt floor awoke Ghostbur. "Took you long enough" the boy joked, glancing at Wilbur. His face was confused, wondering why there was a 'stranger' in his house. "WHA- WHO ARE YOU?!" Wilbur yelped, confused. "T-Tommy?" the boy across from him replied. "Oh... sorry Tommy," Wilbur said, lowering his voice. As well as his arm that was pointing at Tommy.

"Mmm," Tommy nodded. "I'm hungry," he complained. "So am I. Carrot?" Wil said, handing him a carrot. "I don't want a stupid carrot."

"Ummm, there are some berries nearby, not sure if they are poisonous or not-" Wilbur replied.

"Nerf or nothing" Shrugged Tommy. "Alrighty then" the beanie-headed boy mumbled, scared for their health. Will stood up, and followed Tommy up the slope, taking down the cloth. The sunlight blinded both Wilbur's and Tommy's eyes. The younger put his hands over his eyes and sighed. Ghostbur looked down at his feet, only having a glimpse of the sun in his eyes. They trotted out and looked around. "Yesterday I found my hay over there!" Wilbur said, pointing. "There might be some berries over there, I dunno" he suggested.

"Then let's go over there!" Big T exclaimed. Ghsotbur nodded and led Tommy to the huddle of trees and bushes. The exiled boy squatted down and inspected a bush. "There are some red things here, but they look dangerous"

"Then don't pick it," Wilbur said. "I know, dickhead" Tommy replied, joking. Will couldn't find the tease in his voice and started to argue with him.

"Why'd you call me a dickhead! I'm no dickhead!" he crossed his arms. "I was joking!" Tommy huffed. "Sure, yeah yeah, of course you were joking." Wilbur sneered. "But I was!" Tommy stammered. The two continued their argument calling each other names, and pointing out words that could go against the other.

What they didn't know was that there was a figure stalking them as they babbled on.

A familiar face Tommy hadn't seen in a few days. Ghostbur has never met this individual before. This person, or creature, had followed Dream and Tommy to this island and had lost sight of them as they were pulling their boat to shore.

Afraid of getting caught. This creature had been thriving well, he made a small 'house' out of hay. Unfortunately, it had been blown down by the hard winds of the night. The next day he piled up hay and slept. The mysterious figure was smarter than Ghostbur and Tommy combined, not that it would be that much. He wasn't scary, no not at all. He was one of the most welcoming people. In other words, he was Tommy but minus the noise, and the swearing.

"Fine!" Wilbur grumbled. "Fine" Tommy shrugged. They made amends, and stood silent, looking for more berries.

Rustle. Rustle rustle.

Tommy jerked his head to the right. "Did you hear that?" he said. "Hear what?" Will questioned. "The sound in the bushes," Tommy said in his British accent, which was starting to show more.

"It's probably a moth or something," Wilbur suggested. "No, what the fuck? No, it's not a moth!" the boy exclaimed, giving his friend a baffled look. "Humph" the tall man added.

Rustle.

The two buddies sat in silence, scared. "I'm going in-, " the inexperienced child said, pointing at the plant that was scaring them. He walked backward a few steps and ran. After a step or two, he jumped into the bush yelling.

"Why'd you call me a dickhead?! I'm no dickhead!"

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