"How dare you fucking tell that shit to Michell you fucking know he is fucking child"
the room was warm and comforting it reminded tommy of the l'manburg van or how nice it was in the nether it was always warm there never cold never bothersome but even if the warmth was nice and gave him a bit of comfort he still could remember how painfully hot the obsidian bellow his fingers where as his skull began to incave with each hit Dream threw in his face, or the weakness he felt as techno dragged him upstairs from his hiding spot and how it felt as if his limbs where beginning to burn with each moment that he spent in the room temperature.
"Just because i told Michel that the world isn't perfect doesn't mean that he will fucking die from it" Tommy's quiet voice rang out.
Tommy's dull blue eyes stared at the décor in the room the photos or the drawing that hung up on the wall where catching Tommy's eyes better than the man in front of him the same man that was a child that once was his best friend now instead had the title president or a known person but nowadays never a friend ever since Tubbo began to move on began to embrace his half burnt face ever since.
he exiled him.
things never have been the same between them he knew it was normal to move on to forget a friend or two to be released from the painfully past but it just can not hurt it pains him that he just cant look at his scars and be fine with them or how every time he sees his friend the light from back when they where kids just came back to them but once he enters his house he cant even see past his face in the dimed light when he just looks away.
"You have no right in raising that child he is mine and not yours" the mans voice raised a bit and if Tommy's breath picked up a bit nobody needed to know that.
the next moment ranboo enters the room his tall slender figure bends bellow the doorframe no not hit his head it was amazing for how tall the guy is as ranboo looked up he realized he had walked right into a argument.
"Oh and here comes Ranboo to stand against me, how low Tubbo, what fallen so low that you need to rely on this pathetic bitch?"
he couldn't stand Ranboo's presence every moment with him was a mockery ranboo at every moment was mocking him giving him pity gifts and being a huge reminder of all the pain that he went through Ranboo was like the embodiment of time of change everything that changed had something to do with him he hated that.
even as Ranboo stands there Tommy is reminded that Tubbo wasn't like he was before he wasn't a friend of Tommy's anymore he wasn't the friend that was picking and making flower crowns in the field of dandelions instead now he was the barely caring president that stood Infront of him.
"Stop seeing people bellow you tommy you know it is not his fault he came in at the wrong time"
"Bellow me, is that what you see me doing?" Tommy's eyes adverted from the figure at the door to the man Infront of him the moment there eyes met Tubbo flinched back tommy could see it Tubbo was scared of him, he was scared of the void empty eyes the halfway caved in skull the discolored skin that he had with him from exile.
yet moments later Tubbo's eyes adverted from his own and he could se it clear as day where the man was staring, his left arm had barrel any skin color left a brown black ruined mess of skin was what lied there instead the countless times he was exposed to such bad explosions during exile it had completely ruined his left arm leaving the other arm partially damaged, Tubbo's face was nothing compared to the fucked up arm that he had Tubbo still had his skin color on the burn wounds and still partially his skin was now healing with the help of Ranboo.
Tubbo shut his eyes tightly before completely breaking out in shouting.
"You know fucking what yes i see that in you, You know what i also see in you, is that you will never be able to do something good in live living of other people and then this is how you treat them, i see you as a leech Tommy, and you fucking know what else tommy?"
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a warmth too far away to feel a thing
Fanficit was nothing but calmness up that tower each block that he placed bellow his feet took him further and further up into the endless sky's dark clouds poured ice cold rain drenched the boy in its coldness, then once all the dirt in his hand was gone...
