Separation || A Different Twist On Exile

-chapter twelve-

Tommy's blood ran cold at the realization of what happened. He still held the purple flower, keeping it close to his chest, his heart.

Had he..just pushed away the first person that really came to visit? What a terrible friend.

But they aren't my friends. Tommy argued to himself. It took him months to just give me a flower? No. No, if they were my friends they would have showed up.

And that's what he saw as the best idea came to mind.

"A fuckin' beach party."

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"Okay Wil, listen. I'm gonna make a bunch of invites and I'll send it with you to give to everyone. The beach will be set up with like..I don't really know, but I'll make it work. I'll finally get to see people again! I could..I could finally see Tubbo."

"That's sounds like a good idea!" Ghostbur agreed. "Oh, I almost forgot, I have something to show you!"

Ghostbur grabbed Tommy's arm, dragging him into the small room of Logstedshire. As he let go, Tommy bot his lip in anticipation.

"Tommy, I know you've been here for awhile, so I got you a gift. What more would you like..than your favorite person in the world? Tubbo!"

Ghostbur handed over a small compass, a name tag and long string attached to it. Tommy flipped it over, reading the name tag.

Your Tubbo.

"Tommy, I know you miss him a lot, so I went out of my way to make these for you two. They both point to each other, so no matter wherever you are in this bitch of an Earth, you'll know where your Tubbo is."

Tommy could barely muster out a thanks to the man, clutching the item in his hands with a smile. Without letting Ghostbur finish his ramble about Tubbo and friends, or whatever he was talking about (not that he was listening anyway), Tommy kneeled to the ground next to them.

He messed around with a small trap door on the floor. He scrambled to get it open, hopping down the small hole with no hesitation, the door shutting behind him.

It wasn't well lit, the only light being from the sliver that came through the top, and the glow that came of the enderchest that sat inside.

There were three chests, the ender chest, and two other random ones. This is what Tommy would call his most precious items.

He rushed up to the ender chest, sporting through the random (probably unimportant) things he had in there. A few discs that weren't actually his, some diamonds that he wouldn't use, and more. What he wanted was at the very bottom, likely the first thing he ever put in his ender chest.

Tommy pulled it out carefully, making sure it didn't rip. It was a green bandana, slightly burned and cut in a few places, but still intact and in good condition seeing his other clothes.

He examined it for a long while before putting it up to his neck. He tied it securely around his neck, making sure it covered up all the scars that rested there.

After, he put the compass over his head, putting the rope on the cloth, then setting it on his chest. He made sure the rope didn't itch at the back of his neck, adjusting it so it sat neatly on his chest.

Ironically, with the way he slouched, it was right over his heart.

Tommy smiled and rushed back up the ladder, pushing open the trapdoor. He was met with a ghosts eyes on him, warm and caring, happy for the boy.

"Thanks, Wil."

"No problem! I was actually gonna give that to you yesterday, I was gonna stop by." Ghostbur answered happily, trying to explain his situation so it didn't seem rude. "I just got caught up with..uhm, Phil. He's on house arrest or something like that. He told me where Techno is too!"