Tommy & Tubbo || Platonic Oneshots

When Friends Fight

Requested By
m1ceonv3nus
                        

This is just a different version of the fight Tommy and Tubbo had on the wall with the others before Tommy got exiled. (It's also inspired by SAD-ist's recent 'Evelyn Evelyn' animatic, since I wasn't too sure what to do for this one - which is also why this one is a little shorter than usual.)

                        
Tubbo

      Tommy looked so different in that moment. Instead of the familiar smiling face I'd grown up seeing, I was met with a cold, hard stare and gritted teeth. I'd seen him seriously furious with people before, we'd had insignificant arguments before, but he'd never been so angry at me like that.

      He was looking at me like I was Schlatt, and I couldn't really blame him.

      After a short while, Tommy sighed heavily, looking down as he spoke. "Y'know, everyone knew that Schlatt was a parasite of a man. But, honestly, I never expected you to be a host." He looked up and glared at me at the end of his sentence, sending an uneasy shiver down my spine.

      I clenched my fists and fought the urge to look away. "I'm only trying to do what's best for L'manberg, and you of all people should understand that."

      He just stared at me in silence; the air between us was thick with aggression. I decided to speak again, hating the ringing that invaded my ears when no other sound would.

      "I never asked for this, Tommy. I never asked to be President, or to be Dream's enemy. I never wanted to be involved with those stupid discs," I said, forcing down my anger to stay reasonable. Tommy's eyes widened when I insulted the discs, and he tensed significantly. I took a few steps towards him. "You have to know that those discs don't matter. I still care about you, I just-"

      He suddenly shoved me away. "Don't fucking come near me! Don't touch me! Those discs are like another part of me; they're the only things I care about! That was the whole point of those wars!"

      I stiffened. "Oh, I see. So, you never cared for me? Is that it? Was everything we've been through together just nothing to you?"

      "Wait, what-? I didn't- You-"

      "You just said it yourself; the discs are the only things you care about."

      "I just..." He was silent for a moment, looking down at the obsidian we were standing on. He looked back up at me, and the sad, vulnerable expression he had on before was gone; replaced with the anger I'd seen when we'd started this argument. "You've changed, Tubbo. You're focusing on the wrong things! You're not listening to what's important!"

      "No! You never listen to me! Nobody listens to me! I am your President! If anything, you should be scared of me right now, Tommy."

      He scoffed, putting on a mocking grin. "Oh, yeah, I'm so scared of someone who only has power because an insane man gave it to him," He let his face drop back into a frown. "Face it, Tubbo. You've always been a right-hand-man. You've never been in control, and you never will be."

      I just stared at him, my fists clenched so tightly that my knuckles were white and my teeth grinding against each other. And then the realization hit me.

      He was just like Wilbur had been.

      I turned to Dream, who had been standing quietly behind me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tommy take a hesitant step back.

      "Dream," I said, turning to face him fully, "could you please escort Tommy out of L'manberg. From this moment on, he will be in exile until further notice."

      Dream nodded, a slight grin on the only visible part of his face. He stepped past me and grabbed Tommy's arm, dragging him off the wall. I saw Fundy and Quackity's horrified faces, and I caught a glimpse of Ranboo watching from nearby. They didn't matter.

      I looked down at Tommy as he struggled to get away from Dream, but we all knew it was pointless. He stopped when he saw me staring at him, and I could swear I saw tears in his eyes as a surprised expression briefly flashed across his face. I watched him kick and scream as Dream pulled him away from L'manberg, barely paying any attention to Ghostbur, who seemed to want to tag along with them. He was probably oblivious.

      I watched as they disappeared beyond the horizon, but the reality that I had just exiled my best friend hadn't set in yet. The rain eventually stopped and the sun had taken its place in the sky, and I was still staring at the last place I had seen Tommy, as if he'd just magically appear again and forgive me for what I'd just done.

      Occasionally, I'd hear voices trying to speak to me or I'd feel hands trying to get me to move, but I was frozen for what felt like forever.

      I didn't know how I was feeling. I wanted to wake up from whatever nightmare this was. It wasn't real. It couldn't be real. I knew he cared about me. I knew he would never say those things. I knew that I could never do something so awful to my best friend. I knew that it had to be a nightmare. It had to be.

      But, despite my own thoughts, there was a small voice in the back of my mind that kept telling me that I was awake; that I can't wake up from reality.

      And, weirdly enough, the voice was Tommy's.

                        
Total Word Count: 944