You Couldn't Listen

Tubbo

He hadn't seen his best friend in weeks. Months, maybe. Tommy probably hated him, but that didn't stop him from worrying over him. Tubbo had found a path to where Dream had taken him, and he planned on going there today. He moved through the nether quickly, not wanting to be caught out. The monsters there weren't an issue, but there were worse, greener things in the world than ghasts. He navigated the terrain quickly. Moving to the distant portal across a narrow path. He hesitated as he arrived. What if Tommy didn't want to see him? After all, he had never sent Ghostbur to tell them where he lived now. And their last chat had been kind of tense, exiling him and all. But Tubbo went through the portal anyways. He stayed close at first, trying to remain in the little cover it offered. He never thought he'd have to hide from Tommy of all people. He stopped hiding after he saw the gaping hole though. Remnants of a camp stood around it, but the center had been blown to pieces. He looked around. Everywhere there was signs of life, there was holes in the ground. His first thought was Dream. That green bitch came back here to torment Tommy. But before he could yell out for him, he saw the tower. A slim, rickety thing that shot into the sky. It swayed lightly with the wind. Tommy had built it, of course he had. He loved the feeling of being high in the air, and made many towers in L'Manberg. This one was different, though. The towers Tommy made were built well, strong. It was never skinny. Falling over was never an issue. This tower was built by someone who was not afraid to fall. Maybe even jump. Tubbo felt like he was going to throw up. His best friend. Tommy was gone

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Ok ok very short. But I needed a filler chapter. Next ones will be longer, I promise. -MJ