Tommy & Tubbo || Platonic Oneshots

History Repeats Itself

In this AU, while Tommy is exiled, Tubbo slowly goes insane with the guilt and the realization of his power over his people. He ends up following the same path that Wilbur went down in the sense that he wants to destroy L'manberg as well.

CW// Murder
                        
Tommy

      When Techno had taken me back to the mainland and we'd followed everyone to the blown-up Community House, the last thing I'd expected was for me to go back with Tubbo and the others to try and stop Dream and The Blade from destroying L'manberg.

      We'd started planning immediately, and everyone - including me - was far too busy to catch up on everything or notice that Tubbo was acting off.

      The next day, when word had spread that Dream and Techno had arrived early with Phil, we'd all rushed to the supplies and froze when we'd all seen that someone had blown them all to smithereens.

      While most of us were distraught, Tubbo had barely even cared. I'd thought it was strange, but then I'd brushed it off as him trying to be optimistic.

      I'd been so wrong.

      I should have listened to the little voice in the back of my mind that kept telling me that something was wrong with my best friend, and he was acting far too similar to how Wilbur had been before Phil had killed him. But I didn't.

      So, as we were all fighting off withers and hundreds of violent dogs while also trying to dodge the raining TNT, I'd barely even realized that Tubbo had gone off to the side. He wore no armour, bore no weapon, yet he was far from nervous or afraid.

      The look in his eyes as I stared at him was something that reminded me too much of my dead brother.

      Deep down, I'd known what had been going on with him. Deep down, I knew it was going to happen.

      But I'd still denied it, desperately shoving it away and trying to somehow convince myself that the inevitable would never come.

      I was such a fool.

      As I watched Tubbo step back, towards a partially hidden passageway that looked all-too familiar, I was sickeningly aware of what was going to happen next.

      I couldn't let anyone else follow him in. I couldn't allow anyone else to kill him. It had to be me. It had to be.

      The stone hallway was narrow and uncomfortable, but it quickly opened up into a cobble-walled room. There was a single button opposite the entrance on the wall, and there were deep scratches on every surface, as if some violent beast had lashed out there. But besides all that, the room was practically empty. It made me feel dizzy, my mind continuously switching back to Wilbur.

      "So," Tubbo started, his back facing me. "What do you want?"

      "I wanna know why you're doing this." I answered simply, my fists clenched so I wouldn't instinctively grab my sword.

      He was silent for a few moments, and then I saw him clench his fists as well. "You wouldn't understand."

      "Why?! Why wouldn't I?!" I shouted at him, the muffled sounds of the battle outside getting louder.

      "Because!" Tubbo yelled back, turning to glare at me. "You just wouldn't! I know you, Tommy. You didn't understand Wilbur when he went through this, so why would you understand me, now?"

      We just stood there in silence for a several tense moments, staring at each other with white knuckles and angered expressions.

      I broke first.

      I took a few steps closer towards Tubbo, only stopping when he lifted a hand to the button, his glare threatening.

      "Tubbo, please..." I started, internally wincing as my voice cracked a little.

      "Get away from me." He spat.

      I stepped closer. "Tubbo-"

      "Go away! Leave! I don't-" He suddenly choked, pausing halfway through his sentence before deciding to finish it anyway. "I don't want you to get hurt."

      I faltered slightly. When I tried to speak, no words came out.

      "Please," He begged. "Leave."

      After a mere second of thought, I walked quickly over to him and grabbed his arm, tugging him away from the button and pulling him into a hug.

      Tubbo inhaled sharply and tried to push me away.

      "Tommy-" He started, though he cut himself off.

      I held him closer to me; letting him go would force me to see what I had done. I wasn't ready to face my actions. Not yet.

      He weakly shoved at my chest. "Tommy- Tommy, you're hurting me-" He choked out.

      I just hugged Tubbo tighter, fighting back tears as my grip on my sword loosened slightly. "Shhhh, you're going to be okay. It's gonna be okay."

      "Tommy..?" He whimpered. His body started to shake, and when he spoke, his voice wavered.

      "You're gonna be okay." I whispered to him, though even I barely believed the words myself.

      I held Tubbo as his feeble attempts at pushing me away slowly stopped. His arm fell limp after a few moments, left to hang dead at his side, and I didn't let go.

      Techno had been right, after all.

      History really does repeat itself.

                        
Total Word Count: 865