𝖜𝖊'𝖛𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖔 𝖋𝖆𝖗 - act 2 - a dream smp fanfic

Should I Be Growing?

      In which Tommy questions if he should be growing up, and then has to.

      Or, on allowing a kid to be a kid, or not.

Tommy grunted as he hoisted himself up the steep hill, green bandana desperately clinging to his neck. The dirt dug into his fingernails, green grass glowing in the early light. 

It had been a happy past few days. And Tommy felt a little lighter, like one weight had been lifted off his shoulders. But not all of them were gone. 

Tubbo and he had fallen into their old rhythm like their fight never happened. But now Tommy listened a lot more. He listened to Tubbo's talks about bees and could sit there for hours as he worked on Redstone, explaining it. He could mine out tunnels to Manburg with him forever, listening to rants about the importance of ketchup instead of pickles, and how Subway was amazing. 

Tommy couldn't do that before. 

But now he knew that every second with him was precious. 

Because just as soon as they were happy, reality struck again, Tubbo being called back to Manburg in a rush. And Tommy could see the absolute panic on his face, rocking him to his core. And it made Tommy want to reach out and hug him, and just tell him to stay. 

Who hurt you?

But before he could do anything, Tubbo had painted that painful smile on his face, put on his stifling suit, and rushed away. 

That bastard. 

A new rage towards Schlatt burned like fire through his body, compelling him forward. 

That bastard was hurting him. 

Tommy wanted to march into that place and murder Schlatt himself. He didn't care if he was a one-man army. He needed to get his best friend out. But every time he was about to do it, he stopped himself. 

What would Wilbur do? 

He would assemble people first. He would fight with words, not weapons. 

Wilbur was acting a little weird recently. It almost seemed like he was closing himself off, like he was in denial. 

But Tommy was sure he would get out of that funk soon. 

He would go back to being the leader that Tommy knew he could be. Who he looked up to and respected. 

They were going to get through this. Together. 

Wilbur and him. 

A smile beamed across his face as he finally reached his small wooden house, bounding through the door excitedly.  

"HENRY!" A small, tired cow lifted up his head sleepily as Tommy barreled towards him. "What's up, big man?" 

Tommy pet Henry's soft coat happily as the cow mooed softly in reply, snorting. Tommy laughed, hugging the dazed animal around the neck. He felt a wet snout rest on top of his head. 

"I missed you, big man." 

Henry mooed back, annoyed as he shifted out of Tommy's grip, oblivious. Tommy smiled, patting his hide.  "Sorry, buddy. I don't do hugs often. Just been feeling a bit serious-innit lately. Things have been..... weird." 

Tommy sighed, leaning against Henry's warm stomach, something he hadn't done in a long time. "I mean, I guess it's good I'm becoming more serious-innit, right? I'm becoming a big man now. Well, I was always a big man, but now I'm even bigger! I even have a wicked battle scar to prove it, see?"