Chapter 5

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Chapter 5: Solitude
Summary:
HO boi how we feeling about the recent streams haha? that was some endgame shit they pulled with the portal!

and that sadist animation with tubbo and tommy? OH BOI i love tommy and tubbo and their friendship so much goddammmmm.

aNYWAY onto the fic.

Chapter Text
"Tubbo, you need to get out of there."

The only response Quackity got was the sounds of someone shuffling around.

God damn it, why did Tubbo have to be good at building?

Why'd he have to make the panic room out of fucking obsidian?

"Tubbo, you've been in there for three days!"

Tubbo had only left from there twice and it was only to get a few more materials and an Ender Chest.

"Quackity, we should leave him alone. He just lost Tommy." Nikki said calmly.

"I know but he's still president! He has a country to run."

"This is what you and Fundy are for, isn't it?"

"I- yes. Yea, yea your right. But if he's not out of there by the end of the week I'm going in there."

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Tubbo didn't know what to do. He felt so useless.

All he could think about was the stupid lava. Taking his friend away.

He was well out of tears.

Everything in L'Manburg was so silent.

Everyone was too silent.

God is this how Tommy felt?

Tubbo hated this.

Tubbo couldn't help but feel sad and frustrated.

He should have been there.

He should have tried to visit more then once.

He should have realized something was wrong when everyone he asked wasn't invited to the beach party.

He should have been there for his friend.

He shouldn't have exiled him.

Tubbo has been such an idiot.

...

He just wanted Tommy back.

...

He looked at his Loadstone compass.

The newly repaired compass hindered itself useless.

It was spinning wildly.

No doubt because Tommy was dead in the Nether.

...

Would the compass work If Tommy was a ghost?

Oh god, Tubbo didn't want to think about seeing his best friend as a ghost.

Would he forget all the bad things like Ghostbur?

Or would he forget all the good things?

Would he forget everything?

Would he forget nothing?

Tubbo didn't want to think about it.

Tubbo threw the compass against the obsidian wall, glass could be heard shattering.

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Tubbo heard stones shifting.

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