One day

Chapter 18 ~ At least I've come to terms with my own Mortality.

~Tubbo's POV~

I couldn't begin to understand as too why Tommy thought it had been a good idea to bring Michael. 'Ah yes, let's just waltz in to my worst enemies territory cradling my best mates child', Good thinking Tommy.

... I didn't particularly have much of a right to be angry at him... Not after what I had put him through... We could talk about his reasoning when we got home though, as he had said.

I felt Ranboo shift slightly in my lap as he gently looked up, "... Bee..?"

Oh thank fuck, he was finally out of enderwalk.

"Hey! Hey Boo" I smiled widely as the tears I'd been trying to hold back from seeing Tommy came trailing down my face, "You're okay, we're going to be okay and safe and- and we're going to be able to raise Michael together, just stay with me"

He groaned, clearly moving slightly in the wrong direction, yet nodded.

I glanced behind me to double check that Michael and Tommy were still following.

...

The air got caught in my throat as I saw him. Tommy's entire body seemed to be frozen yet he still shook in fear. With blank, wide eyes, he seemed to be lost in thought.

This was it, this was where I had to make a decision that would alter the trajectory of my future. Of our future.

If I helped Tommy, I would be betraying L'manberg. It would have no future as Dream most likely wouldn't allow it. No doubt about that. I would get my family back. The ones who raised me... Me, Ranboo and Michael would never be safe again though.

But... me and Tommy would have a chance to be kids again, we'd be free momentarily.

....

The other option was I left him. I let Dream take him back to wherever he had been for the past months. But that would destroy every relationship I have left, I would willingly be letting Tommy get hurt. We would never get to relax, we would never get to be kids ever again.

Yet... L'manberg would live.

...

L'manberg was the problem. It had been turned into a weapon to be held over my head years ago.

I was not going to let my friend- no, my brother be killed for a country that died with Wilbur. The L'manberg that we loved was gone, you could argue it disappeared with the rise of Manberg.

This wasn't my home. Tommy was. My family was. 

And I would be damned if I was going to let my home be taken from me again.

Maybe I was the clingy one.

~Third-Person POV~

Tubbo yanked on the reigns of Carl, quietly apologizing to the horse, and charged for where Tommy stood. He knew that this would get him listed as a villain, a traitor, an obstructer of the justice, whatever the government he left behind thought fit really.

Ranboo shakily sat up straight, having now regained some of his lost energy. It clearly wasn't enough to exist comfortably as they warbled in pain. Tubbo dragged Carl to a stop and dismounted, handing the reigns to Ranboo.

Dream was quickly approaching and as much as Tubbo wanted to pretend he knew what he was doing, he was still finalizing the plan as he ran with an outstretched palm to Tommy. He had no idea.

Tommy wasn't responding as he stared blankly towards Dream's general direction. Tubbo had no choice but to take Michael (now cradling him in his own arms) and grab Tommy's hand, making a mad dash for Carl.