'Til The End Of The Earth (Guess We Found Out Where The Earth Ends) || Frubbo

I hate her, (Do you? Or do you hate me?)

Tubbo and Aimsey go back to the drug store quietly. It is awkwardly, Tubbo wasn't about to lie, but it was mostly filled with a weird amount angering tension that he doesn't see where he's going, blurred by white dots of anger and wanting to punch something... And maybe that wasn't healthy, or careful, now that they didn't have paranoid Scott there to warn them about every little zombie roaming around.

They arrive at the pharmacy before Tommy and Ranboo, which only fuels the burning anger in his chest at the reminder of how Ranboo could so easily go with Tommy and not him. He tries not to pay much attention to it. He tries. It doesn't work.

Either way, he was fine, 'cause Tommy and Ranboo came not too long after them. By that, he did mean thirty minutes after them, but what can he say? Anger killed time. He didn't see it go by while he thought of every single thing he could do, or, rather, say, to make her hurt. Hurt. Hurt.

He doesn't know when he's become so violent, or, sadistic.. He doesn't actually find time in himself to care, though.

They do arrive at some point, and it doesn't feel like too long before he hears his-- Former?-- best friend barging in. "Good news!" Tommy screams practically bursting the Pharmacy's door in the process. Behind him, Ranboo follows quietly, sheepish smile on his face. They look.. Complicit, together. Happy. Best friends.

"What're your good news, prick?" Tubbo simply says as he sits up right, looking up at the duo. "Well, first off, it's that we're here, which means he didn't die from Elena. We didn't even get shot at! That's an upgrade from your situation, hah! No, we haven't seen Elena at all, actually."

Tubbo sighs-- Actually talking to Tommy made him wonder why he missed the guy so much. It's a joke, obviously, Tommy was rather interesting-- Who was he kidding? Tommy was a jerk and that's why they were friends in the first place. Jerks.

"We actually managed to get into a civil conversation-- Or, well, message writing, 'cause they've got this whole thing about speaking--" Aimsey makes a confused noise but doesn't interrupt-- Right. He didn't know loads of details about the Fed. It.. Kinda soothes his anger, even just for a little bit. To think that she was the odd one out of them. Even though they'd been so kind to offer them to stay with her in the drugstore.

"--But some workers actually trust us. Crazy, I know. Mostly thanks to Tubbo- He's the one that did the socializing and all." He can feel Aimsey's gaze on him. It's heavy and suffocating, and all Tubbo can do is smirk at the praise-ish his best friend gave him, that made the other react like that. He wonders, for a second, if Tommy hates Aimsey too.

Then he remembers that Aimsey is nice, and Aimsey plays into Tommy's bits, and that he has no reason to hate them. Tubbo doesn't have a reason to hate Aimsey either, actually, but he still does. So maybe Tommy hates her too. Or Tubbo's delusional. Both are possible.

"I mean, they were pretty fond of Ran, too. I mean, look at him, handsome and all. No one can help it!" And with that sentence alone, Aimsey's gaze is off of him. Which is fair. He looks over at Ranboo, who seems absolutely defeated by Tommy's outrageously flirty comment.

"Are you implying I'm not handsome?" Yeah, maybe he's catfishing for compliments, or maybe he just wants Aimsey's attention on him, to make Aimsey burn with hate like he did many times. Tommy shrugs and says, "Pretty. I'd marry you." Tubbo regrets the answer immediately. "Fuck no. I'd divorce you."

..And they move on, because the conversation had taken a weird turn. "Yeah, so, they didn't want to shoot us dead, and they were actually pretty stunned at Elena's actions. Called her crazy. Which is debatable." Easily, Tubbo could scream back that she literally tried to kill him, but he doesn't. He knows Tommy's morals are more than fucked up, and their relationship was already rocky enough.