Tommy & Tubbo || Platonic Oneshots

Blank Stares

Requested By
ael_070
                        

As it says in the request, this is set during Tommy's exile before he was banned from the Nether. It's after the beach party that nobody showed up to, and Tommy is just going to the Nether to stare into the lava while Tubbo keeps trying to visit him.

CW// Suggestions of contemplating suicide
                        
Tommy

      I felt like absolute shit. Nobody had showed up to the party, not even the stupid ghost that was supposed to hand out the invites. Only Dream.

      Dream was my only friend. He was the only one that showed up every day because he chose to, not because he pitied me. Ranboo showed up a lot as well, but he could just be really good at acting. He probably does it out of pity, just like everyone else.

      Well, almost everyone else. Out of the many people that didn't visit me, there was one person whose absence hurt.

      Tubbo.

      He was supposed to be my best friend. He was supposed to be there for me. He was supposed to care.

      But he didn't.

      Tubbo was the one who exiled me. Tubbo was the one who refused to visit. Tubbo was the one who I thought cared about me more than anyone.

      I guess I was wrong. But at least I had Dream. He was always there, and, other than making me throw my armour in a pit and watch it all explode, he was a good friend. He was almost a better friend than Tubbo.

      But, he still had to leave. I started the day alone and spent it with Dream, feeling let down, but he made it better. Then he left, promising that he would return the next day. I knew he was going to keep that promise, unlike Tubbo, who promised that we'd always stick together no matter what.

      I stood on the edge of the sand, the gentle waves just barely reaching my feet, just watching the sun disappear behind the trees and bleed into the sky. It was cold, but I had an idea of how to warm up.

                        
Tubbo

      I kept repeating the same thing every day; spend most of my time with my friends working on a project or making L'manberg better, wait for them all to turn in for the night, head to the Nether, travel to the portal that would take me to Tommy, get suddenly anxious, and eventually go home.

      I hadn't spoken to him for a month. As soon as I had made the decision to exile him, I regretted it. When he looked up at me before Dream dragged him away, I knew he saw Schlatt in my place. My best friend hated me, and I really couldn't blame him.

      That night, I was going to go through the portal. I was determined to talk to him again. I had no idea what I was going to say, and I wasn't prepared to even see his face in person yet. But I knew that it had been too long. I wanted to apologize, even if he wouldn't accept it.

      So, as usual, I took a deep breath and stepped through the portal, blaming the flipping sensation in my stomach on the fact I was going to a different dimension. When the purple effects cleared from my vision, I stepped from the portal and looked over at the obsidian bridge that I had walked along more often than anyone knew.

      I could feel my anxiety grow as I made my way to Tommy's portal, but I ignored it, trying my best to push it down. Then I saw a figure not too far in front of me, standing alone on the side of the bridge, seemingly staring down at the giant lava lake beneath us.

      Curious, I slowly walked over to them, slightly concerned that the person in front of me was going to jump off. I was even more concerned when I saw who it was.

      He looked up at me with half-dead eyes when I stopped, standing about a metre away, staring blankly at his ruined clothes and messy hair. It was completely silent besides the occasional pop of lava or the strangled whimper of a nearby ghast. We continued to stare at each other with no expressions for a while, almost having a silent conversation, until I decided to speak.

      "Tommy." I sighed, relieved that he was alive, but horrified to see that it was just barely.

      "Tubbo." He spoke, his voice almost the same as I had remembered.

      I bit my lip, still unsure about what to say. "I..."

      "You didn't visit me."

      I flinched, surprised to hear the amount of hurt hidden behind his dead tone. "I tried, I promise I did. I just-"

      "Promises mean nothing to you." He said, and this time I picked up anger in his voice.

      "That's not true.. I swear I've tried to visit you, I just- I just can't bring myself to," I took a deep breath, thankful that he was actually letting me speak. "I regret exiling you, Tommy. I regret it so much. I feel so guilty whenever I remember you, and it hurts to see what I did. I mean- You look awful, and it's my fault."

      Tommy just continued to give me a blank stare, staying silent for an uncomfortable amount of time.

      "Don't you dare talk about how much it hurts to see me," He eventually spat. "Do you have any idea of how much pain I'm in? You betrayed me, Tubbo. All you do is break promises."

      I felt a sudden sting in my heart as he spoke. "Tommy, I-"

      "Y'know who you remind me of?" He said, interrupting me and returning his cold gaze to the lava below with a joking smile. "That guy that said he would help us, but ended up ruining our entire country. What was his name again?"

      I held my breath as he looked back at me, his momentary smile gone and his eyes void of all emotion.

      "Schlatt." He said, not as an answer to his own question, but as an observation.

      I wasn't his best friend anymore. He didn't see me, he only saw Schlatt.

      I said I wouldn't become the next Schlatt. I promised myself that I wouldn't follow in his footsteps. But, I guess Tommy had been right.

      All I do is break promises.

                        
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