I remember... (Sleepy Bois Inc.)

Chapter 4

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"That hurt," Tommy whined as Techno pretended to stab him with his wooden sword.

Techno swiftly pulled away the sword and gave Tommy a second to stand up. 

"It's not my fault you're a baby," Techno jested placing the sword Phil had carved for him on his fifth birthday into his handmade sheath.

Tommy's face turned bright red at the remark, clearly embarrassed. This was the third time he had lost today and was unquestionably upset about it.

Wilbur snickered at the look of his strawberry-red faced brother.

Seeing both his brothers laugh at his misfortune, hot tears started streaming down Tommy's already warm face.

"Fine," Tommy shouted in rebuttal. "I'm gonna go find Phil! I know he really loves me."

"Wait, but, Phil told us to stay at the house," Wilbur reminded.

I don't care," Tommy yelled proudly, already making his way into the woods.

"Should we go get him," Wilbur muttered to Techno.

"Nah," Techno deduced. "Let's let him tire himself out."

Wilbur shrugged as they went back to dueling, Tommy still making his way to his wooded destination.

Tommy, while running into the woods without taking another look behind him, started to jump over roots and sticks, not having a single idea of where he was going.

"Phil! Phil!"

He kept calling his father's name, but, to his dismay, there was no answer.

Tommy, after what seemed like forever of calling Phil's name, was finally forced to slow down when he tripped over a large tree root and fell flat in his face.

Before he even had a chance to get up, a voice spoke to him.

"Are you ok?"

Tommy, shocked at the other presence, immediately started to brush himself off, in case of it being a pretty girl of course.

Tommy looked up to see a boy, about his age, with dark brown hair. He was wearing tattered overalls over a dirtied yellow shirt. But, what stood out the most, was the giant bee plush he was holding that seemed to be in perfect condition, unlike himself.

The boy put out a hand to help him up.

"Thanks," Tommy smiled, sheepishly.

"Wait," the boy stopped. "There's some scratches that are bleeding on your face from the fall."

Tommy instinctively held his hand up to his face to see if the mysterious boy was telling the truth. Just as he guessed, he saw his fingers were smudged with blood when he pulled his hand away.

"Here," the kind boy continued, as he pulled out a few band-aids from his pockets and gently pleased them over the scratches.

"All better!"

Tommy couldn't help but smile at this random act of kindness from a stranger.

"My name's Tubbo!"

"I'm Tommy..."

"Do you want to be my friend?"

Tommy was taken aback by the strange question. He had never been asked that before. His only friends were his brothers and they were his friends since as long as he could remember.