Blurred Vision || Blindinnit/Avianinnit AU

Chapter 3

Really sorry, I know I said I'm going to publish the next chapter in a week but due to studying for an exam which has just finished yesterday, I was unable to write and update the story, so here it is, enjoy!
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His eyes stared at the warm light, what he saw was a blur—but for him it was warmth and shelter, it was food and health potions, it was what he felt like a home. He couldn't bear not to cry, after his journey through this barren wasteland of snow and ice, walking it bear foot....he let out a sob. He streamed a tear and knelt down on the heavy snow below him "Techno..." Tommy's voice turned high pitch from his cries of relief, his shaky voice couldn't comprehend that he arrived at his destination whilst not seeing a single thing but a blur of it.

He let out a gasp
He let out a sob
He let out a tear
And he let out a weak smile

"Finally, finally—I can rest without thinking a monster would tear me up in bed" he cried out, he rushly got up and took his time walking towards what he saw as the warm light of the lantern hanging outside the cabin. He walked in the freezing weather, every step was swallowed by snow but that didn't concern him, his focus was on the light, his focus was on the warm carrot soup he could eat on the table, his focus was on the nice comforting bed that can warm him up from the coldness of the climate, he couldn't careless of the cold temperature touching his exposed skin from his torn shirt. All he focused was on the comforting warmth he's about to engulf when he goes inside the small canvern.

Between the journey of the blonde teen, a familiar brunette visited after he left. "Should I visit Tommy?" Tubbo asked to himself, hesitating before making his choice. Wearing his suit and tie Wilbur gave him—he looked as dashing as always—though that was just from his looks. Behind the well ironed suit and the tie that were tucked, he also tucked away his disheveled heart. Tubbo wanted the best for Tommy, for him, for everyone but it was and wasn't possible at the same time.

To be the best, you must have to leave something that is pulling you back, to leave something that is only giving you stones and dirt. It may be hard, but it's harder if you don't let those go.
Tubbo believed these words, and he has followed it quite well.

The young brunette shakily held his pen hovering above his papers, and suddenly held his hand to his beating heart. He hasn't visited Tommy after exiling him, maybe due to feeling the guilt of his words and actions. Tubbo never wanted this to happen to his best friend, or his brother like. But thinking about the discussion with his cabinet and his best friend, he couldn't bear seeing this nation locked away all because of a person who wouldn't sacrifice himself from the nation he bloomed.

Neither tears nor an expression of guilt was seen on his face, he has hidden them too well from the past days and it concerns his fellow friends. It's common logic not to bottle up your emotions which it leads to high chance of rage bursts and heavy tears. But Tubbo kept that aside, and continued on his works;

Works of reading floods of papers and
Works of soaking them with unheard thoughts.

As hours went by and dawn has came peaking outside his window, Tubbo stretched his arms, preparing his absence for today. He put his pen down, grabbed his brown coat, and closed the doors of his office "Let us visit Tommy."

A long walk from L'manberg to the Nether—where he revived the broken portal—made him arrive to his destination. But, alas the place he saw was nothing but a wrecked battle field filled with ashes and burned down trees.

His eyes widened immediately thinking of what happened to this place...

...thinking of what happened to Tommy...

"Tommy!? Tommy are you here!?" He panicked, his heart beating rushly from stress "Tommy! It's Tubbo!" He shouted expecting his blonde friend to appear behind the trees or walk up from the shore.

"Toms..?" He voice cracked saying his name, the crows from above cawed at his presence whilst he continued searching for his best friend. But to no luck, he couldn't find him nor hear him shout his name back, knowing this...Tubbo wanted to cry.

He wanted to cry, he wanted to scream his heart out from the pain. "Where's Tommy?" As gentle as a whisper he walked up on a group of burned down wood where he saw dried up blood under multiple logs that were fallen in one place.

Tubbo stood still filling up with emotions swirling inside him. He felt uneasy, his vision went dizzy as his eyes formed light tears flowing down his cheek before dropping near his chin "...Tommy?" He knelt on the ground, black pants soaked in red.

Tommy's face flashes in his mind, his laughter—his voice, he couldn't recall the last time he heard his best friend call out his name and pat his back saying something about the great nation they built. He couldn't remember the last time him and Tommy hang-out after....after all this destruction, and now it all sorted to this chaos.

Tubbo stared at the crimson blood below him, soaking his pants with tainted guilt.

"No, no Tommy, no no no no no" he cried, trying to get the logs off underneath who he thinks his best friends cold and unmoving body is, but due to the weak strength from working his ass off on his paper work and the emotional floods, he was only able to get two fallen logs off on multiple others.

The distant call of lightning eachoing it's screams for the world to hear did not give a trembling scare on the poor boy kneeling with tears and shame, but only trembling at the loss he is facing in front of him.

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This was short but I promise the next chapter will be longer.