Tubbo With A Box

Chapter 8:

So, we're nearing the end and then I can focus more on Forgetting You and then the next story I have planned
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"Get away from me!" The blonde screamed as he ran through Pogtopia.

"Stop running!" Tubbo called out to him, "It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you!"

Tommy didn't believe Tubbo, he couldn't. Not after Tubbo confirmed to him what he had been doing.

Tommy found a hole in the stone wall, he glanced back and didn't see his old friend, so he slipped inside the cramped space.

He held a hand over his mouth to try and silence his heavy breathing. His heart rate started to pick up, and all Tommy could hear what his pulse.

He tensed up when seeing Tubbo walk by, unknowingly. He could barely hear Tubbo calling out for him still.

"Well okay, Tommy." Tubbo said, "I'll go, since you don't want me here." He started to walk back to the entrance to Pogtopia, "But I'll be back, and hopefully you won't be angry anymore."

Tommy wasn't stupid either, he knew for a fact that Tubbo was bluffing, so he didn't dare leave his hiding spot.

His adrenaline rush started to die down, and he took a deep breath. He listened closely for any sounds, and when he could hear noting but his own breathing, he crawled out of the space.

Pogtopia was dark, the torches had went out and it was completely empty. In his tired and paranoid state, Tommy stumbled his way to his room.

A pair of blue eyes watched him from the darkness, and Tommy quickly noticed the figure sitting there.

Tubbo smiled, "There you are!" He chirped.

Tommy held his breath, tensing up again.

Tubbo tilted his head, "You okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Tommy shook his head, "I don't want to see you."

"Why not?"

"Because... You-you killed..." Tommy found himself unable to say it, it made him feel sick.

"What are you talking about, Tommy?" Tubbo asked.

"Stop- I'm not gonna let you try and trick me!" Tommy shouted, taking a step back.

The brunette got to his feet, walking over to Tommy. "Just calm down Tommy, I really don't know what you're talking about!"

He opened his arms, "Come here, everything's okay." He smiled, stepping closer.

Tommy hesitated, actually starting to believe that maybe this was all just a nightmare. He reached out for Tubbo and hugged him tightly.

Tubbo reciprocated the hug, standing still before he reached into his back pocket, grabbing the dagger he brought from home.

The shorter of the two started to hum a little tune, smiling softly. "Hey, Tommy?"

"Y-yeah..?"

Tubbo was silent for a couple seconds before he stared up at the blonde, "Say hello to Wilbur for me."

Tommy's blood ran cold as he quickly came back to reality. No, it wasn't a nightmare. Before he had the chance to push Tubbo away, he was met with a cold blade to his chest.

He stared down at the injury, his eyes wide. When he glanced at Tubbo, cold, dead eyes were staring back at him.

Tommy's legs started to shake, and he reached out for Tubbo. "Why.. why.." He breathed out before collapsing in Tubbo's arms.

Tubbo closed his eyes, holding Tommy close to him. "It's okay now.. you don't have to deal with it anymore." He said softly, "I'm sorry it had to be like this."

He sat in silence for a half hour, holding onto Tommy's body. He stared down at the expressionless face.

Yeah, he's taken this 'hobby' of his too far, but he smiled knowing that Tommy won't have to witness the worst of it.

He returned back to his house, leaving Tommy's body in his box room to deal with later.

Tubbo sat down on his couch, starting to think over his actions. He felt sad. When Karl fell, he was scared that he was going to get in trouble, and then when Sapnap came by, he knew too much and Tubbo didn't feel sorry.

Before Tommy, Tubbo felt most sad about Wilbur. He covered his face with his hands and screamed, a well deserved scream. It definitely made him feel better.

He started to think about something nicer, like what he could draw on Tommy's box. He figured maybe the discs that Tommy was so attached to- Tubbo gasped.

It was perfect. But he'll do that in the morning.

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Back in Pogtopia, the pink haired man stepped down into the base, looking around like a child lost in a grocery store.

"Wilbur? Tommy?" He called out, "Helloooo?"

But he got no answer from anyone.

It was odd to him, how dark and empty Pogtopia was. Techno shrugged, assuming that they were just out spying or something.