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Tubbo

"Tommy?" I asked. He was just there, I just needed to find his hand again.

"Tommy!" This time I shouted as loud as I could.

My hand swung aimlessly around in the cloud of smoke, hoping to grab onto something. Even if it was one of my enemy's hands, at least it would help me navigate around the slightest bit.

After long minutes of smoke filling my nose, it finally started to clear up. I could see a few figures standing near me now; one who looked like Technoblade and the other, just a man.

I made my way to Technoblade as he was the only one I could identify.

"Techno, it's me, Tubbo."

"Grab my cape. I'll try to lead us out of here. Don't crinkle it," he added. I laughed a little, thinking it was a small joke but his tone spoke otherwise.

I grabbed the piece of cloth flowing behind him and walked with him around the smoke. He tried finding his way out but kept running into trees or buildings that we couldn't even identify. The smoke was getting slightly better by the second and eventually, we made out way to fresh air. But at that point, the smoke was already almost clear. I looked over at the man I saw earlier, and it was Dream. He was still here, after the smoke bomb. He seemed to be wearing some type of mask that probably made him see better in the smoke.

With a click, Dream let the mask fall to his hand as he tossed it to the side. I guess he doesn't really have a need for that anymore.

"I'll take L'manburg from you, don't you forget it," he says. He walks off into the distance, then out of my render distance.

"We can't let him take L'manburg, we need to take it back as our own," I said to Technoblade. I look over at him, and he has a neutral face.

"Am I supposed to help you get your government back?" he asked. "All I wanted was my weapons back, I'm not trying to help you to form another government on top of another."

"Well, maybe Tommy wants to. You're helping Tommy, right?" I asked.

"Yeah well he doesn't seem to be here right now."

I look around, confused on what he said. He's right, there's no one in sight. No Big Q, no Fundy, no Tommy. Where did they all go? 

Technoblade and I were the only ones standing here now, the only ones left.

"Did they all die.?" I asked quietly.

"Doubt it. They probably got taken away somewhere. I felt someone try to take me too but it was foolish for them to try to even mess with me."

I looked everywhere that my eyes could reach. I had just gotten back together with Tommy, and now we're separated. Again.

"Fine," I said. "At least help me find Tommy again so he can do whatever he does with you. I just want Tommy back right now, I'll figure out the other problems later."

"Alright," Technoblade responded. "But where do we go to find them?"

That was the big question. They couldn't have gone that far, right? 

Without answering, I started sprinting in a few different directions, calling out each of their names. We even went the direction that Dream had went, hoping maybe he went to meet up with them. But the two of us walked for thousands of blocks in that direction, and nothing looked fitting for a place to hold many people.

As we walked through the community house, still calling their names, I started to lose some hope. We've looked almost everywhere that was in the mainland, and we couldn't find anything. There was a possibility that they weren't even conscious enough  to hear us, but I didn't want to believe that since it would make it so much harder to find them.

The rest of our evening was filled with our voices yelling names. The sun was starting to set and Techno and I both tried to hurry to find them. 

At this point, we've looked almost everywhere in L'manburg and Dream SMP, but we couldn't find any clues. My motivation sank and sank to the bottom of my heart each second we couldn't find them. If we couldn't find them here, it meant they were probably somewhere in the woods, and it was hard to navigate nature.

How were we going to find them, the world was infinite!!

I guess we  had a long adventure ahead for us.

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