Dropped in •MYTC story• [includes ships]

Chapter 16: unleashed

Art used in this edit is from brookiigold on Instagram and from clambuoyonce on twitter.

Tubbo smiles as he slowly unties his friend. He trusts Tommy won't try and escape since Quackity and schlatt are in the room. He finishes untying Tommy's feet. "Tada! Now you can walk around!" Tubbo says, smiling brightly. Tommy smiles back, not showing any signs of his plans. He looks around the room, seeing his bag with his throwing knives and other items in it.

Tommy's POV:
I look at my bag and stand up. I walk over to it, then picking it up. I make a sprint to the door, but it's too late. "Hey! Move out of the way, big Q. We're friends now, no need to block me!" I say, forcing a smile. Quackity doesn't move. This bastard is ruining my plan. "Tommy?" I hear tubbo say from the couch. I pull a knife out of my bag's sleeve.

"Goodbye tubbo." I say quietly before bringing my knife down into Quackity's shoulder, enjoying the pained yell he lets out. He pushes me away as he howls in pain, stepping back. "Yo, what the fuck?!" I hear schlatt say. I go to rush out the door, Quackity pushing me away again with dumb determination. Oh he's so dying.

I go to pull my knife out of his shoulder, but i'm held back. I struggle. "No! Stop, please! Let me go! I can't stay here.. you.. I'll kill you! You're all dead!" I try and threaten them. "Tommy.. T-Tommy why? I thought we could.. I thought you wanted to stay?" I stop moving as I hear tubbo's voice. Friends? He is my friend, I just can't stay here.

I sigh. "Let me go.." I quiet my voice as I feel myself getting tied up again. god damnit, not this shit again. Schlatt tosses me back onto the couch. "Hey!" I shout in my defense. He glares at me. "You have no rights in this house when you hurt Quackity, or any one of us for that matter. Don't expect any sympathy from me." He walks to Quackity and helps him alongside tubbo.

I was right, they'd only try to hold me back. I hear footsteps and look up, seeing tubbo. "Tubbo.." That's all I can get out before being interrupted. "No tommy. I don't.." he pauses before rekindling his sentence. "don't try to act like we're friends now." He says. Why doesn't he think we're friends?

"What do you mean?"

He shakes his head. "What do I mean?! You were just using me to escape!" He shouts. I sigh as I see tears running down his face. "Tubbo, that's wasn't the case. I was trying to go outside to get something I left behind and I panicked when Quackity blocked me. It's not like that.." I try to reassure him.

I hate lying to tubbo, but.. he's gullible and naive. At least more than I am. He sighs. "Well.. you're staying like that for a while so get used to it." He walks away. Why.. why won't he believe me anymore? I'm his best friend, his closest friend he's ever had.

After graduating we had planned to move in together and now.. this place. This place is bringing us apart. This cruel reality. I want to destroy it all. I want it gone. Everything needs to hurry up and die.

//elsewhere\\

3rd POV:
Techno is busy writing, trying to write down as much as they'll need to know so if anyone else comes here, they can read the book to know what they've gathered. Then the new person can add whatever. He puts down the pencil, shaking his hand at the aching feeling after writing for so long.

"Jeez.. I'm gonna get arthritis." He mutters to himself, swiping the pencil off the desk with his other hand. He chuckles and walks out of the room, deciding he could honestly just finish the book later. He walks to the living room and sees Tommy tied up. "Right.." he mutters before walking outside.

His goal is to find some sort of herb or another village that may be more friendly than the last one they were at. Why he was going alone? He didn't want to have to look out for someone else. He walked to the messily, but sturdy made stable with the pets.

He fed the horses, the bird, and the single wolf , also the lizard that kind of disgusted him. He walks back to his horse, petting the skinless side of its face. He jumps on, riding it away from home as he looks for any signs of food or things that could be used for cooking not so bland food.