~+...EXILED...+~

~+...𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗩...+~

         "AHHH" Tommy yelped in mid-air.

"TOMMY!-" Wilbur yelped, as he flung his arm out trying to stop his friend.

"OW" yells a childish voice. Tommy thuds into the bush that had a few nasty thorns. The boy swears loudly and sits up in the bush.

He sees a face. "RANBOO?!" he squawks.

Well, this was unexpected. "TOMMY?!" smiles Ranboo, the mysterious figure who was watching the two.

He had no idea it had been Tommy while in the plant. Thinking that his friend was a new enemy to be made. The figure hugged his friend tight, pricking his finger. They both stood up, Ranboo's appearance frightening Wilbur. "Tommy," started Ranboo, "Who's this? Is he dangerous?"

"Ranboo? Dangerous? This fucker couldn't even open a door without running out of energy. Reckon I could win a fight against him" Tommy laughed.

Ranboo smiled at the joke, and asked, "Are you, Wilbur?"

"No"

"Then who are you?"

"I'm Ghostbur"

"So you're Wilbur"

"No"

"Wait- YOU DIED?!" A Sonic the Hedgehog-like voice blurted.

"Well, yes, but it didn't stick well." Ghostbur joked.

          The blabbering started to bore Tommy. "Boys, boys. Ranboo, Wilbur died around a month ago. So he's now Ghostbur. He probably doesn't remember you because he has shit memory"

The blonde boy told. "Oh," Ranboo said plainly. "So you don't remember me?" Tommy's friend asked. "No, not at all Ranbob" Wilbur replied, getting his name wrong.

"Uh, it's Ranboo" he corrected, rubbing the back of his neck.

Silence.

Tommy bursts into a fit of laughter until his stomach growls. He stopped giggling. "Will, I'm still hungry" he turned to his friend. "I have some food", Ranboo chimed in. "That's great! What have you got?" Tommy smiled. Wilbur simply nodded. "I brought some things from L'manburg, including food," the American said. Tommy groaned, impatiently.

          Ranboo beckoned Tommy and Wilbur to his spot near the water. "There should be a crate full of food," he said, helping Tommy down the steep hill. "Thanks, Ranboo," Will said, chewing on some fish.

~+...AT L'MANBURG...+~

   Things were getting 'better' back at L'manburg. Everything was calm, Dream took down the obsidian walls, and Sapnap helped him. Tubbo was still in despair, yet Niki had been trying to cheer him up. Quackity and Fundy did anything they could to avoid Tubbo. For he had also betrayed them. Dream on the other was helping George with his new and improved home. Phil and Techno were out of the picture and living together far away in the snow.

          Everyone else acted the same, except they had a feeling that something was missing.

          "Tubbo?" a man knocked on Tubbo's door. "Come in" his squeaky voice whispered. He opened the door and started to talk. "I know you're sad that Tommy is gone but, I am so glad that you are president. You are diligent, smart, and you will do anything to keep your people safe. Wil-Wilbur and Jschaltt weren't as great presidents as you."

          The boy smiled, standing up and grabbing some bread. "Thank you Dream" he mumbled.

The man nodded and left, closing the wooden door on his way out.

Tubbo stared at his food, slowly zoning out. Discs, bench, sunset, Cat, Mellohi, yelling. Anything that related to Tommy flowed into Tubbo's mind. He wondered if he was okay, if he had shelter, if he had food to eat. He came back to present time, and jerked his head up. Glaring out the window, he saw the bench, and the sun slowly setting. He smiled and walked outside. It was cold. The wind made his brown hair dance, and he tried to keep it controlled. He ran to the bench, sitting down on the cold wood. The boy swayed his legs back-and-forth, gazing at the sunset, a tower partially blocking the view.

          Colors blending. Pink, orange, blue, yellow, purple. All of them making a remarkable view. He looked around, and when he looked to his left he saw a box. Tommy's jukebox. The president adjusted his position and clicked a button waiting to see if there was a disk waiting to be played. Nothing. Tubbo frowned, the sun was down and it was getting dark. He stood up, stretching, and looked behind him. The lamp-posts started to flicker with light. He grinned and started walking to a certain house. The house was a sanctuary to a pair of roommates. They owned some music discs that weren't identical to Tommy's but were good enough. His leather shoes thudded against the wooden pathway, scraping the floor from time to time. He saw Fundy from across the street and waved.

"Hello Tubbo." he greeted coldly.

"Hello, Fundy! What are you doing at this time?"

"Just taking a stroll," he didn't bother to ask him about what he was up to.

"Hm, I'm just picking something up" Tubbo smiled.

"Alrighty, have a good night," Fundy said waving, hurriedly walking away.

         Tubbo waved back and kept on walking. He turned the corner, walked up a few more steps, and then looked up to see a house covered with vines and surrounded by bamboo. He jumped over a creaky plank on the stone floor, and knocked.

"Wait- YOU DIED?!"

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a/n: i have coke
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