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[27]

The two stared at each other wordlessly, neither actually able to form any words from seeing each other again, just merely taking each other's appearances in. Y/N took notice of the outfit he wore, something she'd never really expect him to wear... he looked kinda uncomfortable in it. His hair was messy and disoriented, two small goat horns, peaking just out of his wavy locks. Huh... that's definitely new. She was glad she could finally clarify that after having a better look.

Breaking their temporary silence, Tubbo dropped his stainless sword from his hands and charged at her with alarming speed, immediately crashing into her and pulling the H/C haired girl into a bone-crushing hug. She took a second or two to respond to the unexpected force of his rush, before returning the wholesome gesture and wrapping her own arms around his back and holding him just as tightly. If there was one thing she seemed to notice almost right away, it was how his whole body seemed to be shaking like a leaf. His fingers were constantly clasping and unclasping on the back of her shirt and a few panicked huffs managed to escape his tight throat. He looked absolutely wrecked.

Carding her hand through his tousled hair, she attempted to calm him down.

"I can't believe you're back!" His voice was muffled by her shirt, but it was still fairly loud, nevertheless. She quietly shushed him, not wanting to draw any more unwanted attention to them and get into a possible fight. Thankfully, he got the message. He gradually pulled away and shot her another look of disbelief, taking in her different features and changed outfit.

He noticed the dark, mysterious cloak that hung over her head and draped down her back to conceal her identity, as well as the face covering that had been rolled down to be pushed under her jaw. Her silver-coloured armour wrapped tightly against her limbs and torso, glimmering under the harsh light of the beaming sun in the distance. Every other feature on her was concealed by the shadows of her cloak, disguising her under-outfit.

Breaking him out of his curious gaze, she tugged him out of the bright sun light and pulled him behind the shade of a large tree.

"Are you okay? What are you doing out here wondering around in the middle of nowhere?" She whisper-shouted after taking a brief scan of the area to make sure they were alone. He took a moment to respond, his mouth agape whilst his mind still processed the fact she was standing here in front of him. A flash of guilt crossed his face as he slowly but surely began to recall his intentions whilst a pang of sadness hit him, too.

"I... I was set out on a mission..." he murmured quietly, his words only just loud enough for the girl to hear. Her brows rose in question at his unexpected response, watching him closely to try and read his uneasy and troubled demeanour. His hand gripped tightly onto his sleeve, his feet awkwardly shuffling against the damp grass underneath his feet. His brows had sunk, creasing slightly above his lids as he basically refused to make any eye contact. It was very... unusual behaviour for him, to say the least. She opened her mouth to speak again.

"What do you mean?"

"I- uh... you've heard of 'Schlatt', right?" She nodded, "well, when he came into power he, uh... kind of made me his right hand man and gave me the job of finding Tommy and Wilbur to escort them back to L'manburg..." she blinked a few times watching as the nerves in his expression rose and he became even more anxious. He... what? Before she even had a chance to respond, he quickly spoke up again.

"But d-don't worry! I don't intend on killing either of them at all, actually... I mean, yeah, I came out here to find them, but I couldn't kill them... I could never." He spoke a little more firmly, earning a slight nod from the girl opposite him as she encouraged him to continue.