Us Against the World

Enemy

[DISCLAIMER: This fic contains nothing more than a platonic relationship. If either Tommy or Tubbo wants this taken down, I will do so. Respect their boundaries and don't ship them. Hope you enjoy!]

The sky cracks and rumbles as it announces a storm coming. Tommy looks overhead and watches the dark clouds toss and roll, imagining it being him in a week's time. He and his friends had just waged war against one of the most powerful men, and the most hated man in their land. He kicked a rock as he walked to be underneath an oak tree, waiting for his friend to join him.

Leaning against the oak, he hears footsteps running towards him and he slightly jumps looking up at the noise. He heaves a sigh of relief as it's just Toby, the friend he'd been waiting for. Toby confirms that he's ready to go and they set on their way down the long winding path to Tommy's home. As they walked, neither knew what to say. The day had been so tiring, so frustrating and the claim of their enemy didn't help much either.

"There is a traitor among you." Dream's words echo in every inch of their minds, none knowing who to entirely trust. Tommy glances down to his side at Toby as they walk. His hair moving back in the breeze of the approaching storm. Tommy opens his mouth to speak, being cut off by the other taking the opportunity. 

"Tommy, are you the traitor?" He looks up at Tommy, eyes showing emotion that Tommy can't read. "I- wh- Huh?" Tommy sputters, taken aback by the sudden accusatory question.

"I just- I want to make sure I don't become the fool. By trusting you, that is," Toby replies quietly. Tommy looks at his feet as they keep their pace, neither faulting even through such a strange atmosphere they'd created.

"If I were- if I were the traitor, would you still be my friend, Toby?" Tommy inquires quietly, knowing it sounded suspicious on his end. To be fair, he was genuinely curious having been such good friends with Toby. He wanted to know what the lengths were for their friendship were.

"I'm not sure," Toby replies bluntly. "I'm not sure if I'd see you as an enemy, though," he continues slowly, "Then again, if you hurt people I cared about I might be forced to."

Tommy walks beside him in silence for a few moments before quietly responding with a simple "Fair enough." Toby returns the question, and Tommy stays silent for a little while, feeling Toby's eyes drift away from him.

"I don't know, Toby. I don't know what to think about a lot of things currently," he leans on his words as he thinks up his next, "Honestly, if you were I don't know what I'd do." Toby hums in response still focusing on the path in front, examining the house they were approaching.

"It's just us against the world," Toby suddenly states. Tommy looks down at him for a moment and nods.

"Us against the world."

They walk the rest of the way in silence not wanting to carry an uncomfortable conversation. Both acknowledge the slight tension but choose to ignore it, hoping it'll lift once they reach the house. 

The front door is about twenty feet ahead and it opens to reveal a disheveled looking Phil. His hair is a mess, showing it had been messed with and tugged on. Looking at the young men approaching him, he smiles and waves as they respond. Tommy walks up first to hug his dad and Toby follows, greeting Phil politely. As Phil closes the door behind the three, Toby looks around in wonder, admiring their living room. It's decorated with mounts holding animal heads that he assumed one of the home-dwellers had hunted. A burgundy carpet lays in front of a black leather couch, holding a sleeping person across itself. A glass case holds an assortment of weapons- antique looking, with obvious repairs made to them to extend their usage period.

Tommy notices Toby eyeing the mantels and whispers to him that his brother had hunted them all.

"All of them?" Toby relays in disbelief. There were so many different animals, some looking more roughed than others. He turns to Tommy who nods his head in confirmation. Then looking back to the couch, he examines the person laid upon it. Ah, it's Technoblade, of course. He thinks to himself. His pink hair is out of it's usual braid and his mask is dropped to the floor beside the couch. Toby had never seen Techno's actual face, given his mask being on all the time, so it was odd seeing it now.

Turning slightly, he's met with the sight of the kitchen where Wilbur is, making himself some hot pockets. He lifts his attention from his plate to look at Toby and smiles. Toby waves and smiles back. He turns to notice Tommy walking towards a hallway and entering the first door. Quietly following, he drops his things next to the door looking around.

"Pretty boring room, Tommy," he laughed.

"Oh shut up I'm barely in here it doesn't matter." Tommy turns to his friend showing him where to store his things.  

The two exchange conversation, completely ignoring the fact they have one week to prepare for the largest battle of their lives so far. Through their conversation, Toby looks around the room making notes of the spacing so he could still navigate in the dark if he woke. As the day ends, the two get ready for bed and Toby falls asleep on the spare bed in Tommy's room. It had been Wilbur's but he took Technoblade's room when he half-moved out. In Phil's words, he was always welcome to still stay with them given that they're family, and so he sleeps on the couch occasionally. Toby found it to be comfortable, but maybe it was because he was able to have someone near him.

It's just us against the world.