Tubbo walked through the forest. He picked up a piece of paper and muttered "why is it so hard for people to pick up after themselves...?"
There... was writing on it?
ENTRY 01/01
My name is Tommyinnit.
I had long since given up on escaping. It all started that day Dream escaped prison. I came to exile to find the Axe Of Peace. I was naive. I thought I could find the axe and run before he finds me. It wasn't in the chest. Dream was behind me. I was terrified. I was frozen stiff like a metal pole. Dream didn't even hesitate. He ran up to me with inhuman speed, WITH MY FING AXE AND KILLED ME!!!!! I was revived who knows when, on the side of an unknown mountain, with Dream looking down at me. I remember explosions, and blood. So much blood. I remember drowning, burning, starving. I remember so many times where I died. I can barely remember what it was like before. I had a friend... Tubbo..? That was his name. I'm sure of it. This will be my first and only entry on this piece of paper. Since no one will find this, I will throw this paper away. If you do stumble upon this, leave. DO NOT go looking for me. If he finds you, you will die.
Tubbo finished reading and cried. It had been years and no one has heard from him. This is the first lead they have gotten. "I will find you Tommy. Even if it is the last thing I do."
