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𝐯𝐢 - 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞

chapter vi , secretary of state

"OH MY GOD—Y/N'S ALIVE?!"

I shot up from my billet, heart whizzing a marathon.  My eyes caught the sight of two figures within seconds—my head was spinning.  Tommy was standing over me accompanied by another boy of his age, relatively well-dressed compared to the unwashed raggedy clothes that Tommy adorned, though I had a feeling the blond boy did not care for it.

       The newcomer wore an intricate three-piece suit and tie.  He has a head full of wavy brown hair messy with matching, bright, muddy eyes similar to one after a downpour.  Shorter in comparison to Tommy, he stared down at me near tears whilst clamping down on his palm.

"What—" I squinted at the sudden light, arm rubbing my eyes.  I slapped myself in the face, shocking me to the point where I bounced an inch into the air.  Tommy, additionally, stared down at me as well.  "what is going on?—and who is this?  A new member?"

"What—" the new person furrowed his eyebrows, hands expressing his displeasure and perplexity.  "—Y/N, what do you mean?  I'm Tubbo, we're friends."

I glanced at Tommy.  'Tubbo' did too.  Tommy winced at this interaction.

"Well?" I enquired.

"Tubbo...remember when I told you that Y/N died about a week or so ago?" Tommy rubbed the nape of his neck.  His companion mimicked his movements.  "Well, they did die, but came back to life—how?  Absolutely no clue whatsoever, although they have amnesia from it—according to Wilbur."

"What—?" Tubbo gaped.  I did too—this still gives me no explanation on why I was awoken and why they were watching me sleep.

"Y/N remembers practically nothing." He concluded.  Tubbo's expression immediately fell, a frown forming upon his dried lips.  Though that was only for a second.  The Tubbo person turned their body towards me, a knee down in front of me to meet my sitting level.

       He leaned forward so I could hear his whispery murmurs.

"Y/N, hi." He did a little two-fingered salute.  I nodded. "I'm Tubbo, Tommy's best friend, and I—I consider you to be one of mine.  I don't know what you thought in return." My expression softened at that.  He seemed to notice, cracking a small, genial smile.

"Um...I'm the secretary of the Manberg.  Schaltt didn't banish me—much to my surprise.  So uh, oh for fucks sake—" Tubbo dove right into me, arms open to engulf me like a tide into a tight embrace.  My eyes flew wide open.

I almost choked as I was exhaling at the time.  Tubbo dug his face into the crook of my neck.  I could feel the cold wetness of his tears being smeared onto my patchy skin.

"Y/N I missed you so much." He pulled away, but both hands were still firmly planted on my shoulders. "I was so worried when you disappeared.  I heard you got killed too—gruesomely, but now I know you're safe with Tommy and Wilbur—which is such a big reliever you wouldn't even believe it."

I paused my hand midair, then gradually patted the teen's back.  He pulled back into a hug.  His suit was rather stiff, not the cardboard kind, but more similar to the leather material type although woven. He smelled like newly rained grounds, which was exactly what occurred right outside the base.