Sangria (A DSMP + Hermitcraft Kingdom au)

Chapter 2

Phil looked mad, and a mad Philza was a rare sight. "Tommy, what the fuck were you thinking."

"I don't know really, but I was thinking of something because my limbs moved."

"Tommy, after what happened last night you could've at least brought Wilbur or some other guard with you, or hell, even told me about it."

Tommy sighed, this was something Phil wouldn't let slide.

"I don't want you leaving the castle until we find the culprit."

"But that will take weeks!"

"But you could be in serious danger otherwise."

"Fine. Can Tubbo at least come visit?"

"Maybe."

Tommy nodded, and Tubbo looked at him.

Phil turned to one of the guards at his side, "can you take Tubbo home?"

The guard nodded, and Tubbo waved goodbye to Tommy.

"I'm also assigning a guard to stay by your side at all times until further notice."

"Can it at least be Wilbur?"

"We'll see, for now just go to your room."

Tommy walked to his room, slamming his door shut as he did so. He just wanted to be free, but apparently, freedom was impossible. Tommy could see why Grian opted to be a traveler when he got the chance, this whole thing was just bullshit. Tommy looked around his room and noticed the burnt-out candle on his desk. Something was poking out of it, almost like a note of some sort. He approached his desk and pulled the paper from the candle, he wasn't really in the mood to deal with this kinda stuff, but his curiosity peaked. The paper ripped a bit inside the wax, and Tommy frowned. It likely wasn't a big deal, he didn't really give a shit anyways, he turned the paper over to the side with writing. The Paper read

Yellow and black
The voices called back

Red and white,
They called in spite.

One gone
One left,

The cres...

The paper tore off the last bit of the poem.

"What kinda pretentious bullshit is this?" He said aloud and placed the paper on his desk. He paced the room a few times not knowing what else to do. He considered telling dad, but he didn't want to deal with dad making a big deal out of someone's poem. The poem definitely referenced two people, but Tommy's brain was shut off from thinking. He was just done with all this dumb shit, and he wanted to sleep. He changed out of his normal clothes into some slightly more comfy ones and hopped into his bed, passing out as soon as his head hit the pillow.

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Tommy woke up to shaking, and rubbed his eyes. A small amount of light filtered through his window, as it was quite early in the morning.

"I'm up, I'm up." He said, and opened his eyes fully. Wilbur was shaking his mattress, and a youthful look was in his eyes. "What do you need?" Tommy said with a yawn.

"Well, one, your dad said I had to watch you at all times, two, there are cinnamon rolls in the oven in the kitchen."

Tommy yawned, "alright, what time is it?"

"about 7:30 am."

"Alright," Tommy replied, getting off his bed.

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Tubbo woke up early, before Niki for once, he decided to head down into the bakery to begin baking for the early morning customers that came in. He grabbed the sourdough starter that he was working on personally, and fed it some flour and water. He was happily doing his thing, without a care in the world. After a little bit, Niki came down, and Tubbo went into the front to open the store. He noticed someone waiting out in front, he didn't think much of it as he unlocked the door. He turned on his heel to go back into the store, but the person grabbed the collar of his shirt, and pulled him out. He tried to get away, yell to Niki, but the person clasped their hand over his mouth.

And just like that, Tubbo was gone.

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