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🏹Missing🏹

permadeath AU, I'm sorry. Quick trigger warning, this chapter does have panic attacks and mentions of death. Big bro Techno is always a yes. No part 2 sorry!

Tommy stood at the main area of the spawn , having been waiting over an hour for Tubbo to get there. The brunette said he would be there in 5 minutes, and when he wasn't, Tommy started to worry.

The blonde pulled out his communicator, checking the chat history between him and his best friend. Nothing yet. The messages he sent about Tubbo being late hadn't even been viewed yet.

He stuffed the device back in his pocket, sinking to the ground against the wall he leaned on to relax. He was trying not to panic, but the worst situations came to mind.

What if Tubbo got hurt? What if he's stuck somewhere and his communicator is broken? What if he's dead?

He ignored most of them, but the last thought really stuck with him. He pulled out his communicator, sending a quick message out to everyone.

[TommyInnit]: Has anyone seen Tubbo? I messaged him an hour ago to meet up and I haven't heard from him yet

[Dream]: Nope, last I saw him was a few hours ago at his house. I'll be on the lookout for him, Tommy.

[Nihachu]: I haven't see Tubbo since yesterday, sorry Tommy.

[TheEret]: Pretty sure I saw Tubbo with Schlatt half an hour ago, they were walking on the south side of L'Manberg.

[Jschlatt]: We were talking about political stuff then he said he was gonna go meet up with Tommy. Haven't seen him since.

The messages weren't as much reassurance as Tommy thought they would be. He put the communicator on the ground beside him, burying his face in his hands. That final dreadful thought echoed through his mind, which compelled the blonde to pick up the device again and scroll through the chat to see if a death message was there.

There was no death message, so that calmed his nerves. But Tubbo was still gone, and Tommy hated being away from his friend without knowing if he's okay.

He tried his best to hold back tears, but the "what ifs" kept coming. Tommy held his legs to his chest, face buried in his knees as tears flowed down his cheeks.

He sat there for what seemed like hours, which was only a few minutes, before he heard a voice call out to him.

"Tommy? Oh no, Wilbur, get Phil, he can help if things go south!" Tommy didn't look up, he knew it was the pig man himself who ran to the teen's side.

Techno sat beside Tommy and pulled him into his lap, rocking him gently as he rubbed circles on his back to help calm him.

"Tommy.. Tom, can you hear me?" The pig asked, wiping the tears from the teen's face.

Tommy nodded slowly, hiccupping from his crying fit. His eyes were puffy and red from his hysterics, arms shaking as he leaned against Techno's chest.

"Can you speak?" Tommy opened his mouth to try, barely managing a squeak before closing his mouth again with a soft shaky sigh.

"That's okay, you don't need to speak. Can you point at five things you can see?" Techno asked, moving his hand away from Tommy's face so he can look around.

Tommy pointed with nervous hands towards the grass they sat on, the stone wall they leaned against, Techno himself, his own legs and then at the approaching Wilbur and Philza.

Techno kept rubbing the teen's back, noticing his breath begin to even out.

"How about four things you can feel?" Tommy pointed at his face, probably indicating tears, then at Techno, his pants, then his hair.