[Tommys POV]
I was sitting alone... I was back in exile. The cold wind hitting the back of my neck sent chills down my spine, i felt the goosebumps appearing on my arms. The sand in between my toes reminded me of the days i spent waiting for people to attend my party... still nobody showed up. I turned my head to the side only to see the remains of where i once used to live, and a tall pole towering over everything else. Opening my bag i took out my iPod, I put on my wireless headphones and played the same song on repeat...
Now Playing: Goodbye (slow version)
(Feat: Lyse) -⚪──────────────── 0:01 / 3:05 ─── 🔊I stood up and walked over to the campsite... As i looked at everything i got flashbacks, flashbacks to when Dream blew up everything i had. I remembered barley anyone came to visit me, an anger grew inside of me... It wasn't familiar but it felt good, like i was powerful... I let out a slight laugh and smiled, "I miss this place... At least i can't fuck anything up here". I brushed the dirty blonde hair out of my face as i made my way down the small craters, I found broken torches, pictures and weapons. There were small amounts of blood scattered on the floor.
After a while of looking around i came across Mexican Dreams grave... I gave it a strong salute of appreciation and walked off. I headed towards the broken portals and spikes of wood sticking out of the ground, oh god... The remains of the building... The pools of blood from where i had tried to stop the explosions from taking everything i had. It started to rain as the night got darker... Just when i was about to look for shelter i found a small round object glowing under some rubble in the center of the crater. There was a large spike of wood sticking out of the ground just next to it... I crouched down and moved the small rocks in order to grab the item, I stood back up and dusted it off...
"Your Tubbo..." I mumbled, my voice was deeper and raspy. A smile cracked on my face as i remembered being betrayed by my best friend, him never visiting me... I would have done anything for him, why couldn't he do it for me? Was i that annoying?
"Or were you just being a bitch... abusing your power..." Within moments my anger took over my entire body and i slammed the compass into the sharp stick that was stuck in the ground, falling to my knees. "If you want a fucking Tommy go get one you actually care about..."I felt powerful, like i had nothing to worry about. The rain fell onto my hair and trickled down my chin... I was still tightly grasping the now broken compass with a menacing smiled on my face...
[Tubbos POV]
I was watching a movie with Ranboo when i heard a loud cracking sound... My eyes searched for what it possibly could have been. I had no idea until Ranboo pointed at my pocket. There was a black liquid oozing out and staining my hoodie... FUCK! A pen must have broken. I pulled all of the objects out of my pocket and was surprised at the sight in front of me...
My compass... It had a large crack covering the front and back. A black substance was leaking from it and started covering my hands. "What the fuck..." I mumbled. It started glowing purple and red as thunder and lighting covered the sky...
"Tubbo... when was the last time you saw Tommy?" Ranboo asked, immediately standing up from the chair
"J-Just the other day but... I-It can't be Tommy... He lost the compass!" I turned to look at Ranboo with fear glazing my eyes.
"What if something bad happened..." He asked. My mind was spinning, I stood up and held the compass tightly, "We need to see Sam!"
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He has nobody... [DreamSMP FanFic]
FanfictionAs Sam was taking Dream back to the prison he realised... Tommy has nobody. His dad? gone His brothers? dead and evil His old friends? want him dead His Allies? paid to protect him Dream? prison Tommy isn't safe, sure he has a couple of friends but...