I got you, all figured out (Beeduo)

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Aimsey and Ranboo just had a fight. They forgave eachother of course, but Ranboo was infact dead. Aimsey still can't help but feel lied too. She sighed, walking into the mansion. She forgot her favorite book on the top floor. Aimsey headed up and walked into what used to be her bedroom. She saw the book next to the door, picking it up, she walked back down the hall while she dragged her hand across the wall. 

Aimsey stopped as her hand reached some torn wallpaper in a straight line. She stopped, confused. She pulled on the rip, revealing a hidden door. "What the fuck...?" She said to herself, opening the door. The room was pretty big, with a nice couch in the middle, tons of bookshelves, and a nice fire place. 

What caught her eye was on her right and left side of the room. On the right was a hallway, with a paper sign taped to the wall. In crayon it said "Michael's Playroom". The letters were messy and changing from capitals to lowercase here and there. It's almost as if a toddler wrote it. On the left side was anoher hallway. She couldn't see well from where she was standing, but it was clear that the hallway was full of photos. 

"What is this place?" Aimsey asked to the empty room. She walked to the couch and looked up above the fireplace. Above it was a giant photo of Ranboo and... Tubbo. They were infront of the unfinished mansion, tools in hand, arms around eachothers shoulders, and huge smiles. Aimsey thought it was physically impossible for Tubbo to smile. "Could this room tell me what Tubbo was to you, Ran?" Aimsey asked herself again. 

She walked into the hallway on the left. Aimsey walked all the way to the back. The plaques we're in chronological order so she wanted to go from the beginning. The first photo was of Ranboo, Tubbo, and Tommy. They were on a bench, smiling happily, holding up peace signs and the plaque said "The Bench Trio!" The next photos were of most people Aimsey didn't recognize or it was the "bench trio". After a few more photos, Aimsey saw one of Tommy taking up most of the left corner with a mix of a surprised and angry face. She laughed until she looked at what was behind him. 

Ranboo was down on one knee with a ring in his hand and was holding it up to Tubbo! Tubbo! The Tubbo who killed her! "Ranboo married Tubbo?!" Aimsey shouted once again at the empty room. A few photos down was their wedding day. Ranboo was in Tubbo's arms, they were wearing a suit while Tubbo was wearing a wedding dress. They had huge smiles on their faces. The next photos were mostly Tubbo and Ranboo. They looked so happy together. What happened to make them so distant. Aimsey then remembered Ranboo died and answered her own question. 

Towards the front of the hall, the recent photos. Aimsey stopped infront of a photo of Tubbo standing next to Ranboo who was sitting on a chair with a zombie piglin child on their lap. The plaque said "Family Portrait". Then it clicked. The next photos still had the child. Aimsey ran to the hall on the right. She ran past the "Michael's Playroom" sign and came to a light pink door with crayon scribbles all over it. 

She entered a room with light green wallpaper and little ducks on the bottom. The room had toys everywhere, a crib, a little ball pit, and a tiny table with a stack of paper and a crayon box. Ranboo and Tubbo had a CHILD. Why didn't Ranboo tell her about this?! Aimsey was shocked and confused.

"I need answers." 

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Tommy sat on the bench, over looking the sunset as he sighed. He was humming the tune of Cat as he heard steps coming from behind him. "Huh?" He said, turning around. "Tommy? I have a question." Aimsey said, sitting on the bench, right next to Tommy. "What's up Aimsey?" Tommy asks. "Can I ask you about Tubbo?" She asked. "Yeah. What you wanna know?" Tommy smiled. 

"Why is he so rude? I saw some old photos of him and he looked so happy..." Aimsey said. "oh." Tommy said. "Tubbo? Tubbo was the best of the best from the very beginning! He smiled so much, he was so innocent and kind! Maybe the kindest citizen we have ever had." Tommy motioned with his hands. 

Tommy's smile quickly faded though. "But then the wars hit, abuse, murder, death, and so much other fucked up shit. We were so young. I realized now how much of a dick I was back then. I compared my trauma to his, when his problems were as equal as mine..." Tommy sighed. "W-what kind of trauma?" Aimsey asked.

"When me and Wilbur were exiled, Tubbo joined Schlatt. He was our spy, but it was a very risky job. He put so much on the line for us. On top of that, Schlatt was a dick. He would physically and mentally abuse Tubbo and Quackity." 

"That's horrible!" Aimsey said. Tommy nodded sadly. "Then the giant scar on his place was given to him by Techno with a firework. After more fighting, he became president. Me and Ranboo did arson and-" "WHAT?!" Aimsey yelled. Tommy gave her a confused face. "You guys did arson?!" Tommy nodded.

"I took the fall though. I said it was just me and Ranboo got away... turns out Tubbo was devastated after he exiled me. When I came back, and we had that duel with Dream and shit and he was put in prison, I felt like we had won the fucking lottery!" Tommy huffed, Aimsey smiled lightly.

Tommy huffed again. "Tubbo made Snow chester. And all of a sudden I saw him less too. Then I went to visit Dream in prison and..." "You got killed and revived?" Aimsey finished. "Yep. When I came back... Tubbo was different again. Brighter, but paranoid as fuck. Then he was cold and still is because Ranboo... died." Tommy laughed dryly. 

"Tommy?" Aimsey asked. "Yeah?" Tommy said. "Were Ranboo and Tubbo married?" She asked.  Tommy's eyes widened. "How did you-?" "Secret room in the mansion. No wonder Tubbo hates me." Aimsey said. 

"Thanks." Aimsey stood up, Tommy grabbed her wrist. "And listen, I know he's not the best but, try to cut him some slack." Tommy said smiled lightly and let go. Aimsey nodded as she went back to her tree house. 

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