The Adventures of Drista

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Drista steps out of the portal. Her stomach churns from the interdimensional travel, but she overcomes it after a few seconds, and she fixes her posture.

Her sword is strapped to her back, and her spear is in her hand. Drista takes a look around, and then finds a bridge that leads over the lava. She goes to the bridge, and follows it all the way down until she reaches a gap, with only a wood log wedged between both sides.

Drista looks down at the lava, gulps, and steps on the log. It seems pretty sturdy, so she continues to walk along it. Drista is almost at the other side, when she hears the shriek of a ghast and a fireball flying towards her.

Drista gasps and leaps onto the platform. She is panting, and the fireball hits the log. The whole entire thing explodes, and woodchips fly everywhere, and the remains of the log fall into the lava below.

Shock runs through Drista. If she hadn't leapt, Dream would have been attending her funeral the next day. She stood up, and decided to get a move on before the ghast found her again.

It wasn't long until Drista found the next nether portal, which was surrounded by hills of netherack. A chest sit beside it, and a sign on the rim of the portal said, "No visites allowed anymore - The Government of L'manburg."

Drista ignored the sign, and stepped into the portal. She grew sick again, and closed her eyes. A few seconds later, she stepped out and felt soft grass on her feet.

Drista immeditally slumped to the ground and bent over, trying to fight the portal sickness. She was just starting to feel a little bit better when she heard the footsteps of someone walking towards her. Drista looked up, and saw a boy, who looked about 16, standing in front of her.

He was dirty, and had blond hair and pale skin. His white and red tshirt was ripped, and he had bags under his eyes. He was holding a music disc and a compass in his left hand, and his arms were both crossed.

"The government said no visitors." He stated. Drista groaned and stood up, and the portal sickness faded away. She fixed her composure, and put her hand out.

"Hi, I'm Drista. I'm looking for a guy named Tommy."

The teens eyes widened, and he looked down at the ground and scoffed, before looking back up again. "That's me, if you were wondering."

Drista smiled. "I have been looking for you. I have a lot of questions."

Tommy rolled his eyes. "As you can probably see, I'm not in the best condition to do this right now. Bye!"

He sarcastically smiled, and waved at Drista before turning around and heading towards what looked like a small wood house surrounded by a wood wall. Drista scrunched her nose. Was he always this rude?

"You have to answer a few of my questions. I didn't come here for nothing. I even got approve from Tubbo, and that took forever. Can you please just listen to me?"

Tommy turned around when he heard the word "Tubbo." His face sunk, and he looked up at Drista. "Fine. I'll answer your questions. But I don't want to have to answer anything about Tubbo."

Drista felt major disappointment, because a majority of her questions had Tubbo in them. But she decided to go along with it, because this might be her only chance of getting to talk with Tommy.

"Ok, first of all, why are you out her all alone? Don't you want to live in the city?"

"I can't live in the city anymore." Tommy sighs. "I don't have a choice to live out here. I have to."

"Why are you out here?"

"The answer to that question involves Tubbo, so I'm not going to answer it."

"You sure are stubborn aren't you? Just answer the goddamn question."

"Shut up bitch," Tommy retorted. "I can answer what I want. I have freedom, you know. Unless you are holding me at gunpoint or some shit, I'm not answering anything."

When Drista hears this, she immeditally pulls out her sword, and points it at Tommy's face. He looks surprised, and he pushes the sword down and away from his eyes.

"Ok, ok, you didn't have to go that far. I'll answer your dumb questions."

"No wonder you were exiled, you're a dick..." Drista whispers. Tommy looks up. "What did you say?" He asks. Drista laughes. "Nothing... anyways, c'mon. Answer."

"Ok ok, I am! Tubbo exiled me, ok?" Tommy  growls. "I thought he was my friend, and he chose to abandon me and leave me out here alone. I guess giving him the role of President was not a good idea. I was chosen to be President, but I handed it to him. He's turning into Schlatt, and it scares me. I don't want him to end up like Schlatt or Wilbur."

"Wait, what do you mean 'end up like Wilbur'?" Drista asks. "What happened to him?"

"That's... confidental." Tommy says. "We can't speak of it. It makes Ghostbur more sad than he already is."

Drista finally realized why Ghostbur likes to be called Ghostbur. She realized why his skin and hair is gray. How did she not see that? How did she not notice? Ghostbur is dead. Weird. She had been talking to a ghost this whole time.

"Ghostbur had a dark past. We all act like nothing has happened, because he can't remember what he did, and that puts stress on him. He doesn't seem to care about when he was alive, but deep down I think he secretly does."

Drista started to understand why Ghostbur was sad all the time. Why his blue filled up immeditally. Why he pretended to be happy, when he wasn't. She just didn't quite know what he did.

"I know you didn't ask many questions, but I'm kind of tired..." Tommy says. "I chopped a lot of wood today. Its hard to survive in the wild when you have been living in the city your whole life."

"I have lived in the wild my whole life," Drista says. "City life is new to me. I still don't quite understand."

"Well, it's nice. But it can get to your head, and the government can be very manipulative." Tommy sighs. "Be careful. Thats what happened to Ghostbur. He got caught up in it."

"Ok, I will." Drista says. "I'm tired too, can I stay the night here?"

Tommy nods. "Yeah, sure. The guest tent hasn't been occupied in weeks."

"Ok, thanks." Drista says. She walks away, and towards the guest tent. When she looks back, she starts to see what Tommy was like before exile. Social. Annoying. Funny. He doesn't look like that anymore.

Drista doesn't sleep well. The same thing keeps going through her head. These words keep repeating themselves, and she can't close her eyes without hearing them again.

Get Tommy out, overthrow Tubbo.