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CHAPTER 16: KILL KILL KILL

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CHAPTER 16: KILL KILL KILL

TOMMY GLANCES AROUND THE AREA, SEARCHING FOR any other people in the vicinity

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TOMMY GLANCES AROUND THE AREA, SEARCHING FOR any other people in the vicinity. he's been once again left alone with no one paying a visit, even bunidoll themselves haven't shown up.

ranboo is one of the only people that actually went to be with tommy for a while this past few days. he still felt bad about having to have tommy alone in exile when he too participated in such plan they thoughtㅡtommy thought of.

letting a sigh of relief escape from his lips, tommy enters the humble home ghostbur madeㅡbut he never bothered to live inside, much preferring the tent he built. with a shut of the door, the blonde takes out an axe from his inventory and mined off the wooden flooring to a secret room he built.

only ranboo knew of this room, and even though his trust on the boy was little, tommy still built it with him. putting every bit of his trust on ranboo. this room contains his freedom to finally fight off dream to leave his exile. it was all he could do.

inside the two large chests contained photographs of his best friend and him, minerals like diamond and iron, and more items he wants to keep away from dream. he couldn't know about this, it would completely ruin not only tommy's plan but his current friendship status with dream.

he picks up the piece of paper with the printed in picture, his orbs softening upon remembering the happy moments he shared with tubbo. it still broke him to this day that his own best friend is one of the reasons why he's here now. every tear that wanted to be shed was held in by tommy's ego, even if no one is with him, he doesn't want to know that he has grown weak. he has to let go at some point.




















the soft breeze swayed bunidoll's short platinum silver locks, the air fanning their fair skin as it grew cold. they sat alone on the very bench of the two well known friends.

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