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Because I'm mostly free writing this story until antichrist month comes upon us :P
Tubbo enjoyed his time with Tommy.
He had many friends in his old home, but they'd often baby him. They'd give him the simpler tasks and gawk at his 'cuteness'.
He went along with it, sure, but it did not sit right with him. It felt inherently wrong for some reason.
But Tommy... he felt like an equal to! Tommy trusted him with a bow— "Y'know what they call me? Tommy Trusty!" his voice circled Tubbo's thoughts— and they'd play without a care. His old friends would keep him at the sidelines whenever something had to be done. That's why Tubbo was always eager to do what he was told; it was the only time he felt included.
Tommy flicked Tubbo's head, whacking him out of his thoughts. "Wha-"
"Tubbo," Tommy whined, "If you don't move we're gonna be stuck here all day!"
They were spending a day at Tubbo's house for a change. They sat on the floor on the living room, playing a game of Battleships. Many of the pegs were replaced with pieces of cork with half a toothpick stuck on and some ships covered with random paint splotches.
"Oh right," Tubbo realized, "Uh... arrow to E4."
"...hit."
"Pog!" He places down one of the few red pegs he had onto the space. "I wonder if real war is like this."
"Uh- it isn't? I'm pretty sure they don't just send random missiles at the sea!" Tommy gave a laugh.
"D4. But, like, why isn't it? Wars' just angry people right?"
"'Miss. Well yeah? But being angry isn't being stupid! Also B6."
"Miss. I guess. So when war comes, the soldiers'll come back too. E3."
"Miss- wait what? Like come back from the dead?" Tommy raised his eyebrow, peaking from the plastic that separated them.
"No... like the job comes back. People can be soldiers again as a job."
Tommy became silent for a second before stuttering out, "Wha-wha... d-do you think soldiers only come when war comes?"
"Well, yeah. Don't they?"
Tommy looked at Tubbo's unwavering eyes straight on. "Tubbo... what do you think the military is?"
"Where soldiers work?" Confusion was real and evident.
"And does Britain have a military?"
"...yes?" It was a clear enough lie and Tommy practically slammed his head on his hands.
"Tommy?"
"...Let's just play the fucking game."
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