This Isn't a Revolution... This Is Doomsday. || Reader x Dream SMP

⏭Chapter Seven⏮

Word Count: 955

"What is the problem, be truthful with me. Is it because you're confused? You're upset? You're lost for-"

"I just don't know who the fuck to trust!" I screamed out of frustration.

"(Y/N)-" He reached for my hand, I stepped back again.

"I- I'm turning in for the night." I breathed shakily.

Third Person P.O.V.

Tommy sat in the field, beside the tent that he and (Y/N) built, with Ghostbur still working on their campsite. He sighed, running a hand down his face. Today was the 23rd of December... Tubbo's birthday. He got up, feeling the cold wind pierce through him. He turned to the ghost in the campsite, across the field, smiling a little to himself. Ghostbur has zero idea what the fuck was happening.

So let's hope (Y/N) doesn't find out.

She would be pissed.

Real pissed.

"Ey, Ghostbur!" Tommy called out to the ghost loudly, making him jump.

"Yes Tommy?" He yelled back.

"I'm going somewhere a little far, I'll be back before nightfall. Don't tell (Y/N)." The ghost stared at him, confused, before giving him a nod.

I just need to boat there. Tommy thought to himself as he placed down the boat, beginning the long journey to L'Manburg. I can't just not acknowledge my best friend's birthday, we spend it together... every year.

He arrived on the shore of L'Manburg at 2PM, good thing he started the trip early, because now... he needs to find a gift for the boy. He climbed onto shore, near Tubbo's docks, and collected his boat. He looked around, remembering how much colder it was in the winter in L'Manburg.

Tommy took out an axe, and chopped down a tree, to get some wood, and made a chest and a fence post, knowing exactly what to gift the boy.

Tubbo's P.O.V., a few hours later

I walked down the prime path, fiddling with my hands. I don't know what's wrong... but something is missing. I stopped in my path as I saw the tree... and the bench in front of it, along with Tommy's house.

It's too quiet.

I got closer.

I realized.

I'm so cold.

I felt my eyes tear up, but I wasn't supposed to be missing Tommy, he did such cruel things to our nation, but... he is my best friend after all.

I was snapped back to reality by a slight buzz that I could hear. I looked up. It was a bee on a leash, tied to a fence post, beside a chest in Tommy's house.

With shaking hands, I opened the chest, inside was a book and some random stuff I suppose he collected during his exile. I smiled a little as I picked up a map, with an image of and annoyed Tommy and Ghostbur being overly happy, with a grumpy (Y/N), who of course, didn't seem happy. Scrawled across it said the words "I fucking hate it here"

I chuckled as I put that in my inventory, and picked up a log, confused. It was named "Prime Log". Strange. But it is from Tommy, so... whatever. I picked up another item, and almost choked on myself- it was a disk. I hesitantly put it in my inventory too.

I picked up the book next, sitting down next to the chest.

Hey Big T, congrats on hitting 17 years on planet earth! Well... this is the first year I won't be able to spend it with you. Tubbo. I... I'm sorry. All of the gifts here are genuine. It's not to get a favor, not to be able to come back... Home. It's from me to you, big man.

Happy birthday. I wish I could be here.

I held the book close to my chest, as if it was Tommy himself, and I could hug him right now.

A piece of paper slipped out of the book, and I picked it up gently. It was a photo of me and Tommy, and on the back, it said:

P.S., use the prime log, it gets you primes, also, name the bee after me, I dare you >:)

I smiled and gave a small chuckle at the note. "I will, big man, I will."

Tommy's P.O.V.

"I'm back." I greeted the island as I stepped onto it.

"Where the fuck were you?" I looked up to see (Y/N).

"(Y/N) don't get mad..."

"Well I kind of am. Do you want to get banished any further?" She asked, practically hysterical.

"I'm sorry."

She laughed dryly. "You better be."

"I'm- ugh..." I groaned as the female walked away.

"You messed up big time." Ghostbur suddenly spoke.

"AAAAAAH-"

"You good, Tom?"

"No! Don't scare me like that!" I sighed, frustrated.

"Where did you go, anyways?"

"It's nothing." I sighed again, this time longer and heavier, pushing the hair out of my eyes.

"It's his birthday, isn't it?" Ghostbur spoke quietly.

I paused, "Mhm." I nodded.

"I got a present for him too, he got it."

"Oh cool." I smiled.

"Here, Tommy I have this for you, and this for (Y/N)." Ghostbur pressed two compasses to my palm. "They're both the same." He stood up, "Consider it a Christmas present."

"Thank... you." I ran a finger over the cover of the thing he passed me, a compass.

"Of course kid."

"It says your Tubbo."

"Tubbo has one that said your Tommy and (Y/N)."

"Thank you." I smiled up at the ghost.

"Of course."

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LOL THIS SHIT'S SHORTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

But I reused the oneshot I made from when the exile first happened and I honestly love it.

Now we have the compases...

Next chapter's gonna be pretty wild.