~+...EXILED...+~

~+...𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗩𝗜𝗜...+~

Karl wasn't the best lawyer, but it would make no sense if Quackity was either. He would probably say, "But sir! You can't stop him from popping off!"

"I said that I wanted to help him! I've said it multiple times!" the enderman said.

"We all know that's a lie" George sighed, sitting on a nearby mantle, bored out of his mind.

"You're on thin ice here memory boy. Tell me. Now" Dream commanded.

"I'VE ALREADY TOLD YOU!" Ranboo yelled, grasping the bars of the temporary jail cell he was locked up in. If Dream pulled this fourth lever he would fall into the pit of lava below. Making him lose one of his three lives. "You're just making this worse for yourself, Callahan? Lever."

Callahan spun around, excited to be helpful for once. He nodded, and grabbed the wooden stick, and forced it down. Ranboo's cell boomed with the release of the quartz flooring. "WHAT THE-" Ranboo cursed, trying to find a way to save himself.

Ranboo tried to swim in lava.

Tubbo, George, Karl, Quackity, Sapnap and everyone else in the courthouse, except Dream and Callahan, gaped in shock. "RANBOO!-" Fundy, yelled, his hand over his mouth.

"Don't worry about it, he'll come back in a few minutes. Either way, I'll call it a say here. Everyone's dismissed." Dream said casually. Tubbo's eyebrows scrunched up in worry.

Everyone flooded out the doors, and waited for Ranboo to show up again.

He never did.

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Callahan. He wasn't one to talk a lot, but with others, maybe George and Dream, he would whisper some small words of greeting, or maybe encouragement. He was the person you could go to, to talk about anything really. He was like a therapist, but a shitty one at that. He had a fun personality. Danced a ton of the time to brighten the mood, and always had a smile on his face. "Great guy he is" Sapnap once said
——— ••• ——— ••• ———

"What's taking him so long?!" Tubbo squeaked.

"I don't know" Niki whispered back. The two were sitting on the special bench, listening to Mellohi. Tubbo being scared of Dream stopping by and taking the disc.

"I'm going to call it a night here" the boy frowned, "Okay", Niki replied, a trail of worry following her voice. They walked away in different directions, Tubbo heading home, and Niki to her bakery to finish her final shift.

Evening fell, and the nation was busy, yet seemed silent. 'Why did I listen to Dream.Why did he burn down George's house, why did I exile Tommy, Is he okay?'

Tubbo was sitting on the edge of his bed, his hands scratching through his fluffy brown hair. His arms were propped up on his knees stressed out. 'Maybe I can get Tommy back' he thought. All dark thoughts were washed away and he had felt like non of this stupid stuff had happened. He turned his head at the wall, glancing up at a clock. 9:46 p.m. Not so good of a time to save his friend.

The boy sighed and stood up, grabbing a sweatshirt and some shorts to change into. He changed and brushed his teeth, not bothering to take a shower. He combed his hair with his hands, shifting his head to the right, trying to push away his hair from his eyes. After a good minute or two, he flicked off the lights and pulled the bed sheets over his head, nuzzling in and escaping from the cold.