Summary: Tubbo continues the journey alone, surviving on a mountain, climbing up to the house high up.
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Sitting on the stone I twist a black and white feather in my fingers, it was dirty and ruffled up. It reminds me of Ranboo in a way. They didn't have feathers, I know, but Ranboo was also black and white alot. I'm way closer to the house than I was the last days. I think it's been around a week since the attack. I often had times where I was imagining that they both would be there, behind me, but I know that those were just my imagination. They wouldn't forgive me, in any way, even if they are alive.
If I'm correct, I should be pretty close to the house, maybe just a day or two away, but I don't know if I even want to go there anymore. It's the cause that I lost my friends. But, at the end of the day, I wanted to go there, so I feel obligated to go, to finish the journey. I stand up again, pinning the feather to my shirt, or whatever is left of it. I walk further down, where the mountains are. You may ask yourself, oh, how do I know where to go? I just know, It's mental notes I took, and I often climb up trees to see if I'm going the right direction.
I eat the fruits around me, and whatever else I can find that is edible in some way. May it seems as unapetizing as it can be, if it fills my stomach, I don't care about that.
I'm actually quite surprised I even have something of clothes left. It's been so long since I've came here, and I didn't change at all since, sometimes I cover myself with anything I can find a little more, but the clothes are the very same from then on.
My thoughts ramble around many more things, until I finally see the end of the forest. Throughout the whole walk I haven't seen any creatures, real unusual. I mean, not even some small one, or a dead one, but nothing came in sight. I began to think that I was back in my world, but how would that work? Yet, now the trees and bushes are replaced by more rocks and dirt. I look upwards, high upwards, far far away, I see my final destination, the house. But now, to get there, I will need to climb these goddamn mountains. Oh fuck it, if It means that I get to go home. I looked for a good place to start the climb, but everything seemed kind of as bad as where I stood, so I began to pull myself up where I stood. It wasn't climbing yet, more like hiking or whatever. I had to stop a few times to catch my breath, I have no water or food for this, I ate and drank a little while ago, hopefully that would be enough for this.
The sun, high up in the sky, shining in my eyes whenever I look from the ground, burning me down. It won't be long until I would be thirsty and exhausted. But I need to continue fighting, with the hope that there will be something in the house. Why was it that high up anyway? Why would someone build it there, and not somewhere on the ground? A very stupid person, in my opinion.
The path became more and more rocky and steep, I now had to start using my hands to push myself upwards. It was getting harder and harder to breathe, and the thirst was setting in. It was far from the house, still, almost no more closer than the first time. I sit down on a rocky platform, hoping it'll hold my weight, and taking a break. I just need a moment to catch my breath. I have no water with me. It doesn't matter, I can't get some up here anyway. Push through it, move on.
I continue my way, jumping a little from the platform to have a higher point, to save energy, atleast I hope it was saving energy. It was exhausting, I soon had difficulty holding myself up, having both feet even to hold myself, but still having trouble. The sun was setting slowly by the time the mountain got a little flatter and I didnt need to climb anymore for a while. Yet the house was still a long time away. I will probably die until I would be up there. It was so far, and I was already on the point where I was thinking of giving up. I needed to rest, so I was quick to decide, that I would sleep. It was one of the most uncomfortable places I've rested in, but It was necessary. I close my eyes, the exhaustion taking me quick into sleep.
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A sudden noise woke me up, I quickly got on my feet and look around.
A couple feet away from me stood a creature. But not just any creature, I gasped and my jaw dropped. Creatures don't repeat themselves. I didn't believe my eyes, rubbing them, and the creature came closer. I backed away, still in shock. Infront of me stood no other creature, than Philza. Though, one thing I noticed was that there was something on their feathers, some kind of weird device? I couldnt think about it, when they grabbed me, while they did that before, this time they weren't nearly as gentle, pushing their claws through my skin. I yelled out in pain as they lifted me into the air. I tried to kick it, but they didn't show any response in any way, as if they were some kind of robot. I cried out in pain, i felt blood running down my skin, the claws digging deeper into my skin. Did they want to kill me? I tried to loosen the claws, when I was dropped from a couple feet in the air. I landed harsh on my side. Blood sickering down my side, on the floor below. It wasn't stone though, or any other kind of natural material.
It was wood.
I looked up, Philza stood landed beside me.
It brought me to the directly on the porch of the house. Why? I wondered, but before I could think about it, something stepped outside.
"Welcome, dear Tubbo."
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Mystery far below us
FanfictionTubbo's life was normal in L'manberg. A hunter, had decent pay, an apartment, friends... But the forest was something always special. It didnt have a name, and people were afraid of it, for multiple reasons. He couldnt understand, it being one of th...
