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𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝

ships?: none
notes: based on where schlatt kicked wil and tommy out, once again mc but irl. also sbi is brothers yeah
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"And as my first declaration as president, I will be revoking the citizenship of Tommy Innit and Wilbur Soot!"

"WHAT?!" "NO!" "Tommy!-" "WIL!"

Those words still haunted Tommy, although it had been weeks since he and Wilbur were ejected from L'Manburg. Their home. (And no, he was not going to be calling it Manburg. He would never call it Manburg, no matter what that goat furry said. To think that he had once been his idol!)

Eret and Bad had already found them (as in he, Wilbur and Technoblade) after a few days, and Wil had been terribly anxious that it meant that everyone else was to follow as well.

They didn't, of course- Bad and Eret had pledged on Skeppy and Fundy's lives respectively, and there was no way that they would actually go and swear it on their friend's lives if they didn't mean it.

Either way, Wilbur was scared.

And honestly?

So was Tommy.

The beeping of the chat coming from the small device on his wristband kept him entertained when he had to rest after a particularly long duel with Technoblade, who had then left to go check up on the small but thriving potato farm over on the other side of the ravine they had made into a home. Wilbur was outside, sneaking around with Eret and Bad, who had been providing the three supplies for the past few days.

"Chat, whaddya say we do? You wanna do some exploring?"

Tommy's suggestion was met with both cheers of approval and screams of disapproval, dissent far too visible for Tommy's liking. Groaning, the teen rolled his eyes and rolled to the right to retreive his trusty shield and sword, potions equipped on his belt.

"Well, personally, chat-" The blond stated, gripping the wall behind him to help himself up, "-I happen to be my own person, and I don't think I need your approval to go outside. Gods, it's like that one lady who said she was my mother again. 'ToMmY, YoU HaVe To gO tO sLeEp Or YoU'rE gOiNG tO sChOoL iN A sKirT.' I'm going out, and nobody can stop me," Tommy glanced at his chat, seeing that the mods had set it to emote only. Good, now they wouldn't keep complaining about his 'bad idea'.

Personally, the blond thought it was a great idea. He could finally go out and get some fresh air, and maybe even meet up with Tubbo and Niki and the others if he was lucky. You know, sit down and talk with his friends, maybe get some info from Tubbo as to what was going on with Schlatt- that kinda stuff.

Making his way to the top of the ravine, Tommy made his way through the mock staircase situated in the wall, leaving from a small side entrance.

Ugh, why did everything have to be so complicated?

He sighed, making sure that it wasn't loud enough to have his chat hear.

It wasn't often that Tommy let his confident façade slip, but when it did happen, the blond usually ended up ending his stream and travelling back to his home server, waiting for his brothers to join him and read to him or sing to him, despite the blond being 16 and old enough to take care of himself.

A notification flashed up in chat, the red dot wavering in Tommy's eyes, a light rain pitter-pattering down on the ground.

Jschlatt: Sixth Presidential Campaign in 5 minutes
Jschlatt: Don't be late

Oh.

Bitter memories resurfaced in Tommy's mind at the notification.

Bitter, bitter memories.

The teen could feel the tears pricking at his eyes, the gasps and cries for help threatening to escape from his throat.

His hands reached over on their own accord, ending the stream before the chat even knew what was happening.

And as much as he tried to repress the sorrow, it just came crashing all down on him.

He was exiled. Banned, from entering the country he had helped build, the country he fought for, and the country he had called a home- ever again.

And as long as Schlatt was the reigning leader of L'Manburg, he forever would be.