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Everything will lead back to you

The waves crashed against the ice and snow covered sand. Tubbo sat on the snow covered beach, messing with a gift he was given a lifetime ago by a friend who stood beside him no matter what.

He wondered where that friend was now.

Snowchester had grown over the years. Several years ago, a peace treaty between Snowchester and Technoblade's small village was signed, which proved to be good when said village was destroyed during a conflict with Las Nevadas, and Techno and Phil moved to Snowchester.

His friend left long ago. Who knows where he went, who knows if he's even still alive. No one has seen nor heard from him for years.

"Hard to believe that we started as dumb kids that just wanted to sell drugs..." he muttered to himself, laughing a bit.

He was older now. He felt older than he was. Hell, he felt like he was near Phil's age when he was only seventeen.

Though, I guess that's what happens if you never knew what being a child meant.

Ten.

That's how old he was when L'manburg was founded.

Gods, how much hell could one child endure?

He wasn't even fourteen when he became President.

How fucked up is that? Putting the weight of the world on a child's shoulders?

He had to learn how to grow up fast.

They both did.

In his hand was a familiar disk with a purple center. It was given to him before his friend left.

"Even if we never meet again, I know that you will look at this and remember me." He had said.

He was right.

Tubbo stared at the ring on his finger. It was dull now, with chips from years worth of abuse, but it was still together, even with all the things that should've destroyed it long ago.

"You were always one to drown yourself in your thoughts." A painfully familiar voice said beside him. "You're not a stupid man. You never were, despite what those dumbasses said."

He smiled sadly. "I thought you left."

Tommy shrugged. "I did."

Tubbo looked at his friend. His hair was longer and darker now. His green bandanna around his neck was dirty and torn, and so was his red sleeved shirt.

"Why did you come back then?"

A tear fell from his friends ocean blue eyes.

Tubbo would be stupid if he didn't notice the way his skin seemed to burn at the water.

"I wanted to see my best friend one last time." He muttered.

"What happened?"

Tommy shrugged. "Who knows? Creeper explosion? Eaten by a zombie? Shot by skeleton? I honestly don't care."

Tubbo frowned. "I missed you, you know."

Tommy nodded. "I do. I missed you too."

"Did you meet anyone?"

Tommy shook his head. "Not really. Maybe I will in the afterlife."

"You know you won't."

"You're right, I won't." He turned to Tubbo, smiling sadly. "But I hope I will see you there once your time comes."

"Can we go back to being dumb kids in the afterlife? Before L'manburg?"

Tommy nodded. "Sure we can, Tubbo."

He smiled sadly. "Your Tubbo will miss you."

Tommy smiled back, tears falling and burning his ghostly skin. "Your Tommy will never forget you."

Neither of them were ever one for physical contact, but for those final moments, the two brothers hugged each other tightly as one of them faded away, both boys muttering six words as the younger faded away.

"Everything led back to you."

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How about some angst to calm down the excitement of Ranboo being in the UK?

This chapter was inspired by 2 songs.

Letter To A Dead Friend by Precious Jewel Amor

And

Letter To Mr President by Kanaya

2 different songs released by 2 different people at 2 different times

Both songs take place during the time period of Tommy's exile where Tubbo thought that he was dead, and each song takes a different POV (as if that wasn't obvious by the titles)

The main quote used in both songs is "Everything Will Lead Back To You" which is where I got the title from

I recommend you listen to both of them, they're really good