Dream walked confidently by himself, into L'manburg. When he saw a group of people, specifically the one person he needed to speak to, he put on an act. He deceived himself as sad, rushing up to the group.
It consisted of Tubbo, Ranboo, and to his surprise, Ghostbur. He was fearful of the fact that Tommy was alone, but didn't question it.
It was a week since the first true day of Tommy's exile, and Dream was living it. Everything was going to plan, and he had just removed the note Tommy wrote, without reading it, and replaced it with one that was sure to affect Tubbo.
"Tubbo!" He called down, earning the threes attention while still advancing towards them. When he got down, he could tell Tubbo was still mad. After all, the last time they saw each other was his abrupt leave during their meeting.
"What are you doing in L'manburg? If you are here to talk about the..stuff, you need to make an appointment. He was supposed to be back by now." Tubbo sterned the older man, stepping in front of his two friends.
"No this..Tommy wrote this for you. He said to give it to you, and he doesn't care who sees it."
That was just another one of his lies. Tommy had specifically told him only to let Tubbo see it, although technically it wasn't even the same book.
"Tommy wrote to me? Give it..give it here." He quickly snatched the book from Dream's hands, not noticing the cheeky smile written all over him. Ranboo did, and Dream could tell, but he didn't care.
Tubbo opened the book, turning it away from Ghostbur. Ranboo eyes Dream as he read the page, and it sure did look like Tommy's handwriting, and without punctuation. It was believable, even to the skeptical Ranboo.
Tubbo read through it fairly quickly, having better access to seeing it. He let his mouth hang agape before shutting it, swallowing. He twisted the book into Ranboo's hands, letting him look before they both stared at each other.
Tears couldn't help but prick at Tubbo's eyes as he processed the words.
|Tubbo, Im no longer your friend. You betrayed me. I dont want to see any of you ever again. If I ever get out of this shithole, just know Im not coming back to Lmanberg|
"Can I see? I remember watching him write the note, but I never knew what he put."
Tubbo tried to make out words to answer the Ghost, but only came up with incoherent mumbling. Ranboo answered for him, letting his hands go on the shower boy's shoulders.
"I don't think that's a good idea, Ghostbur. We can tell you at a..different time, okay?"
He seemed to of handled it well, as Ghostbur just nodded and floated off without another word. The two boys look toward the carrier of this message.
"Are you sure that's what he said? You didn't..get anything else out of him? Are you sure we can't just..go visit him, talk and sort this out?" Ranboo bombarded the man with questions both of them had. The one lingering one still went unanswered.
Did Tommy mean it?
Now, we know he didn't. But the others didn't know that. The only people who knew were Tommy and Dream, and neither of them would ever come to admit it.
"I can talk to him, but..I wouldn't be surprised. You know him better than I do, though."
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Quackity leaned over to Tubbo, whispering to him, although everyone in the conference room could hear.
"Is Fundy coming, or-"
The door opened speedily, an orange haired man bursting through and quickly moving to his seat. Everyone could tell, he brought in a smell faintly of alcohol.
"You are late, Fundy. We're you..drinking again?" Tubbo asked what everyone was thinking, saying it blatantly. Fundy only muttered out an apology, halfway answering the question for them.
Tubbo gave a shaky sigh, taking out the book Dream gave him, and setting it on the table. Every member, except Ranboo, looked at it confused.
"We got..a letter considering Tommy. Uhm..it had advised us to not..visit..him any longer. And.." He took a shaky breath in. Clearly, as everyone noticed, this was a tough subject for him. Ranboo interjected, explaining it for the boy so he could calm down.
"The note just said he doesn't want us to be around. I think Tubbo is trying to say, we should give him some time. We all want to bring him back, but that is mostly his choice, not ours." Ranboo clarified it to the group. Tubbo gave a short nod in agreement.
"Yes..uhm, we are going leave him in his designated area..until we can get things sorted out with Dream. You are aloud to visit, but Dream will be..taking care of all that since he is..watching him. We haven't really.. discussed this matter with Dream yet, so we..we will be getting back to you soon." Tubbo stammered, trying to explain it best to the people. Most of them looked pitiful of the poor boy, all except Quackity and Fundy.
"Why should we have to stay away from Tommy because you messed up!? You're the one that exiled him after bringing us into a war we all knew we would lose. Deal with it yourself."
Everyone went speechless at Fundy's litte rant. It was clear he wasn't sober, but Tubbo's heart shattered a little when he heard that from someone not in his board.
"Am I wrong? You've been one of the worst presidents we've had. Hell, Schlatt at least got respect and got things done. He didn't force us into war. Even Wil at least tried for the people and not just your greedy wants!"
Tubbo sunk into his chair at the head of the table. Everyone stared at him, except for the one man looking around the room at everyone's pathetic reaction.
"Tell me I'm wrong! Say it! I'm not. We all know that everyone before you was better, no matter what you fucking do. We shouldn't of put a child in charge. We could have held an election, a fair fucking election like they did before! You guys never fucking listen to the people, though, do you? You just want power, and when you don't get it that's when you turn out like Wilbur and Schlatt."
When no one answered for the third time, he stormed out, pushing back his chair. Still, the room stayed quiet, tension building up.
Tubbo knew everyone in this room, some personally, some not. He used to be one of them, under Wilbur and Schlatt. He truly knew what Fundy meant, and he knew how wrong he was. The boy could only muster put a few words to have everyone leave.
"Meetings over."
The people calmly left the room, one by one, all of them looking back to Tubbo. After around five minutes, most of them were out, only Ranboo and Quackity staying behind.
Ranboo made his way to the door, shutting the three men in. Tubbo stayed in his chair, elbows on the table, holding his head up. He was struggling not to cry. Quackity stood next to him, near where his chair was. And Ranboo walked back to mimick him on the other side.
"Take a day or two off, man. You need it." Quackity broke the silence.
"Yeah, he was just drunk anyways. You can't trust what he says. I mean, I'm sure he doesn't really mean that." Ranboo added.
"But he's right. I'm a terrible president, a terrible friend for doing this. I'm not fit for this role."
"That's why wer are giving you this break. Just go home, rest for a bit. Ranboo, would you y'know check up on him? Take care of him?"
Ranboo gave a short nod, pushing Tubbos back so he would stand. He wrapped his arm around the boy's shoulder, letting his head fall on Ranboo's chest. They walked together to Tubbo's place, while Quackity followed silently behind until he knew they both got there with no trouble.
He made a promise with himself to not let Dream anywhere near Tubbo. Not on his watch, at least. Anything that man said or did with Tommy was hurting Tubbo, and he could not stand to watch it.
But as a lesser in power to both of them, he couldn't do much. This was his way of paying back.
He thought he knew what was going on with Dream, anyways.
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Separation || A Different Twist On Exile
Fanfiction"After some thought, we have decided, what is best for our nation," Tubbo spoke loud and bold, Fundy and Quackity smiling behind him. Tommy on the other hand was looking straight at the ground. He had not yet heard of their decision, nor was he hig...
