Last Chapter Summary:
Tommy decides to join Ph1lzas and Techno's quest for revenge creating the syndicate but what is he planning in the shadows?
Warning:
Some manipulation
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A look into the past.
There weren't many mornings where Ph1lza could enjoy his coffee in peace. He was actually surprised today was a normal and calm morning... until it wasn't.
He heard cries coming from the twin's room and he rushed in to find Wilbur crying on the floor, a thin stream of blood leaking from a head wound.
In front of Wilbur stood Techno, except he wasn't looking at his brother with his blue bored eyes, his look was full of fury. His eyes were red....
Who would have thought that simple detail would change everything?
Green Bastard's POV (Dream):
You can't be serious. F*ck... F*ck...
Where the f*ck is Tommy?
I come back after some days to Tommy's place thinking about how to make up with him. Maybe some kind gesture, maybe some food. The kid is probably starving.
But when I get there I notice a simple detail, Tommy is gone.
Did I kill him?
The explosion wasn't that bad.
I wasted so much time on this...
Oh, he's going to be furious about it. Little Dream lost his toy.....
He might still be alive.
Maybe?
But he must be hurt...
He would need help.
But who would even help him?
Wilbur is gone.
Tubo is gone.
Techno.....
Well, it doesn't matter.
The show must go on.
—— time skip——-
Tubbo's POV:
The life of a president isn't fun. But when has Tubbo's life been anything but work?
It's always being one step ahead, working and spying for others. That's who Tubbo is. A spy, someone meant to listen not talk. Someone who has to have loyalty without expecting any in return.
I'm working on some new papers when I hear someone coming closer and closer to my door. I have to finish these legislations before noon so I had ordered not to be disturbed. Annoyance flickers in my face as Quackity opens the door.
I put down my pen and stare waiting for him to tell me what's so important that I would have to be interrupted.
"Hey Mr president, Dream's here." He says
"Why?" I ask
"He says it's an emergency, honestly he doesn't look good"
"Well send him in.." I say "but Quackity stand by in case things get... ugly"
Quackity gives a nod and flashes me a smile before walking out. A few minutes later Dream enters my office. I look up from my papers slowly and I can't help the small smirk that appears on my face when I see Dream's condition. His hoodie is ripped from some places and his mask is even chipped.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?" I say
"I have something bad to tell you Tubbo" Dream said.
The last time he said that I had to exile my best friend. Why do I have the feeling I'm going to need a drink after this?
"Tommy is dead"
....... I stare at him. He's joking... This is some kind of trick. Tommy... dead? Those words don't even belong together, he must be joking....
.....
...
"You are serious?" I say after a few minutes go by.
He nods
....
....
"Sure Dream, Tommy is dead. Just like I am" I say rolling my eyes, sarcas, dripping from my voice.
"I'm serious Tubbo. We were together. We were just talking when we were attacked." Dream says
I want to laugh out loud, is he... is he really serious?
"It was Techno he gave a whole speech about anarchism and governments before trying to take Tommy. He said... he said it was the only way to hurt you. I tried to protect Tommy. I really did but I failed... I failed him"
He's serious...
Tommy....
NO....
Tommy has to be alive!
He has to be...
I have to take a second to take a deep breath before the panic settles on my face, even if what Dream is saying is true I can't show emotions. I can't give him that advantage. I dig my nails into my arms to stop myself from hyperventilating. I know the symptoms of a panic attack like an old friend. Rearing their ugly head as the idea of losing my best friend becomes more and more real.
I manage to compose myself until Dream puts something on my desk. It's a couple of photo's of me and Tommy. The photos are burned from the edges but what finally makes my tears slip through is Tommy's bandana. His red bandana and... and... the compas.
No...
NO....
Not Tommy, please I don't, I can't lose someone else.
He died the same way I did.....
Those stupid rockets....
He felt the pain I felt and more...
He was with me when I died and I left.... I left him...
I take a second and take a deep breath.
"You may leave, Dream"
"Of course" he replies and I can't help the surge of anger that fills my thoughts.
This is Dream's fault
This is Techno's fault
This is... my fault...
"Quakity, listen call all our allies."
"Sure, what is this about?"
"Two murders."
—- ——-
After everyone joins in the conference room I take a deep breath, I can fall apart in private, not now.
"Yesterday Tommy was murdered in exile," I say
I hear gasps.
" Who did it?!" asks Quackity
"Technoblade tried to kidnap our friend to hold our nation hostage. He killed him without mercy."
"He has hurt us time and time again. And now he must pay, he must pay for his actions." I continue
"Today we grieve for Tommy but tomorrow we hunt the beast!" I scream "He wants to destroy us? Lets destroy him first"
Authors note:
And so it begins 😈😈😈
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Im not Wilbur, I'm much worse
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