~+...EXILED...+~

~+...𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗫𝗜𝗜𝗜...+~

"Dream! Dream I'm here" Tubbo painted.

"Wonderful."

Tubbo caught up to the American, and held his bottle of water in his hands, shaking the small droplets of spilt water off of his hands.

"Why do you always have your armor on? Doesn't it get hot?" Tubbo asked, trying to make small talk.

"You never know when someone's gonna come and attack you" Dream hissed.

Tubbo hummed back in response.

He followed the man to the docks, and slowly stepped into the wooden boat. Tubbo made sure to remember the whole journey, just in case something happened and he needed to see Tommy in secret.

The ride took a bit longer than thirty minutes, Tubbo looking at his watch every few minutes.

He sighed in frustration as his shoe was submerged in shallow water while stepping out of the boat.

Dream chuckled at his foolishness and stepped out easily.

"My shoe" the president frowned.

Tommy was inside the cabin. "Will! Where's the dye I wanna do something!" he yelled out.

"Tommy come outside look!" Ghostbur beckoned him to walk outside, there was a short boy with a green shirt, red tie, and jeans. Behind him was a familiar man.

The teen sighed, and walked away from the open chest. Whilst so, he tripped and caught himself with his hands.

Once getting up he saw him, Tubbo.

He kept silent, although bursting with joy. He wanted to go up to him and hug him tight, asking him questions. Yet he didn't. He stayed still knowing that he should be mad at him for betraying him.

"Tommy!" Tubbo started running fast towards him, and then started getting slower noticing Tommy's facial expression.

"Hey"

"Hi"

"Tubbo! Hi! I've missed you! I heard that you're a president now, I'm so proud of you!" Ghostbur patted Tubbo's back.

"Heh, thanks Wilbur"

Drea was from the shore, kicking at some dry grass.

Tubbo looked at Tommy. His red and white shirt was slightly ripped at the shoulders, and at the bottom of the shirt. Pants seemed fine, just covered in dirt. His shoes were scuffed. He also wore a bracelet with beads that read "Tommy".

"What happened to your hands" Tubbo pointed out, his hands were covered in scabs and dried blood.

'Dream came here yesterday and blew my shit up" Tommy whispered. "What?"

He turned around looking at the man at the boat. "Why would he do that?"

"I dunno, but it's annoying"

"Tubbo here! Have some blue!" hostbru interupted, trying to change the subject.

"Thanks- what do I do with it?" He tossed the dye in-between his hands, slowly dying his hands cyan.