Tubbo? Ranboo?
Where is this?
-Your Tommy
Dear the boys of the Snow,
Uh guys? I think the point of being pen pals is that you have to write back???? I've been sending these for almost a week now and you still haven't responded, which is unlike you guys.
I know Ranboob would've at least sent me apology flowers or some shit.
I'm just confused???? I think...
Anyways, I've turned to a life of crime these days. My crime is the good stuff though. I'm not going to do any more of-
The world was black around him. Was his eyes open? They had to be. It was black though? Where was he? There was ringing in his ears. It was faint. He tried to move but his arms and legs were not cooperating.
Then the world hit him full force. His ears rang, his chest heaved in and out smoke, his eyes watered from dust, he legs-
His legs.
Where were his legs?
He couldn't feel them.
"HeLP!!!!!" his voice cracked, "HELP."
"Please..." Warmth coated his chest. Dust settled over his hair, falling down into his face. He blinked.
Well anyway I'm having a fantastic day with my crime time career kicking off. You should visit L'manburg some time, it's not as cool as Snowchester, but it's pretty cool.
- Your Tommy