𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 (Sleepy Bois Inc) /Discontinued/

-14-

Tubbo
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It had almost been two full days, but Tommy was still fuming from the short interaction we had with Wilbur in the woods. Everytime I brought it up, he would get fussy and try to avoid my question, so I stopped trying altogether.

I had luckily persuaded him back to my camp after that day though, which was a victory in my eyes as Tommy could be quite the arrogant character at times. We had caught a few mice scurrying around my cave, and gathered some perfectly harmless herbs, so prestently we were sat on the floor making a 'salad'.

"Oi, mate, will you be so kind and pass a hunk of mouse?" Tommy inquired in his fanciest accent, pretending to fix a monocle on his face.

I giggled, straightening my back and motioning as if I were fixing a bowtie. "Oh of course, my good sir," I skewered a piece of the fire-roasted rodent and handed the stick out to him, pinky up, as a gentleman might do whilst sipping his tea.

He grabbed it from me the same way, and carefully set the meat on top of his greens. "Cheers," Tommy grinned, picking up an imaginary wine glass and extending his arm out at me. I did the same, and we knocked our empty hands together with a simultaneous "Clink" sound from both of our mouths. The cave erupted in innocent laughter in a matter of seconds.

Once we had reclaimed our breath, I wiped a loose tear from the edge of my eye. It felt nice to be happy. It felt nice to be sitting with a friend, not a care in the world. It felt nice to be able to look outside and see the warm sun rays shining generously over all of the greedy plants who craved its attention.

But most importantly, it felt nice to not be alone, for once. If only I had known that feeling wouldn't last forever.

"What's the agenda for today, Tubbo?" Tommy asked me, leaning back on the palms of his hands.

I thought for a moment, but my ponderings came back inconclusive. "What do you wanna do?" I asked back, getting an eye roll in return. "What?" I snapped, getting playfully defensive.

"You're just so- Indecisive!" Tommy chuckled, gazing back at me.

"Says you!" I retorted, referring to the time when Tommy had taken almost ten minutes deciding whether or not to climb a tree in pursuit of a squirrel- It was long gone before he had made up his mind.

"Touche,"

It's certainly hard to argue with someone who has a stronger argument than you. Lucky for me, I knew how to plan arguments- Unlike Tommy, who said the first things that came to mind and ran his mouth uncontrollably, which definitely lessen the credibility of any claim he tried to make.

The sound of one of our stomachs growling snapped me out of my thoughts. "Maybe we should go hunting?" I suggested, seeing as that seemed sensible in the moment. I couldn't tell who's stomach made the noise, but that was just another reminder of how normal it was to be hungry- for us, at least. It's certain that at least half of the forest's hunters and bandits would gather a hearty amout of provisions, while we were over here starving and freezing our asses off at night.

"We could always go steal from the Dream Team's old camp. . ." Tommy suggested, pain flashing across his face as he remembered the events that led towards his friends' demise.

"Wouldn't we have to- ya know- fight Dream?" I asked, clearly nervous about the whole ordeal.

"Nah, I'm sure he's long gone- there's really no reason for him to stay when his friends are dead- and if he's not. . ." Tommy's voice trailed off uncertainly, so I tilted my head at him in confusion. "We could take him, Tubbo," he grinned, a new confidence shining in his eyes that quickly replaced the hesitation.

However, I wasn't so sure. "Could we really?" I laced my words with an obvious hint of disbelief. It was commonly known that Dream was one of the best fighters in the entire forest, and I certainly didn't want to fall victim to that infamous blade of his.

Tommy jumped up from the ground, brushing his legs and pants off. "Yeah!" He exclaimed. "Let's go steal some food and stab some shit!"

I admired his enthusiasm, and I begrudgingly followed his racing heels down the path that led to the old camp.

We arrived at the camp later, of course, seeing as the walk took a bit of time. It wasn't too bad of a hike, really, and I barely noticed it as I had trees and other things to absorb my attention.

We crouched down, crawling through the thicket and brambles that snagged my shirt sleeves and skin. "Shh-" Tommy whispered at me, although I hadn't made a peep throughout the whoke affair.

Finally, Tommy and I popped out of the bushes in, well, a camp. It felt a little modest when you remembered it belonged to the most powerful hunters in the forest, but it wasn't bad. There was a fire pit in the far corner, a white headband next to it, which felt a little odd. There were three tents, and they were generously spaced apart. To top it all off, there was another path leading away, across from the fire pit, and leading to what I could only imagine being the stream that ran through these woods.

"It's empty," I muttered, getting hushed yet again by the blonde standing next to me.

He shook his head slowly, a gesture which wordlessly told me to stop being so idiotic. "It could be a trap-"

"No really, I think it looks fine," I cut him off, looking around and seeing no sign of human life at all. Autumn leaves lay undisturbed at the entrance to each path, the fire pit didn't show any signs of a recent fire, and the gravelly soil in the middle of the campsite looked as if nobody had walked on it for weeks.

I took a few steps forward, going straight for the green tent, which was the closest. I unzipped the flap and found nothing but a few old ham bones and a map with little red X's all over it.

Tommy had appeared beside me, but he made no comment on either of the objects. Next, we went to the red tent. Pulling the flaps apart, I was dissapointed again by what I was met with. There was an empty crate in the corner, some leaves and twigs, and a really old name-brand magazine that was torn and faded.

The blue tent was our last chance, and I crossed my fingers as Tommy and I unzipped it.

Inside was just like the others, but it held a half of a stale loaf of bread, and two unnamed packets of what appeared to be chips.

"Yesss," I exhaled, elated at last to find some real food to ingest. Tommy greedly snatched all of the food, and we walked out. He then split it evenly with me, and we called it an easy victory.

In between mouthfuls of bread, Tommy let out a muffled sentence. "How about. . . We go exploring," He suggested, apologizing at any confusion that may have come from his attempts to eat and speak simultaneously.

I thought about it for a few seconds before nodding back at him. "Sure," I said simply. "Sounds fun,"

Tommy flashed me a toothy grin yet again, chuckling at the fact his mouth was still half-full of snacks.

"Let's go then!" He exclaimed.

I was taken aback. "Right now?" I stuttered, gnawing on a salty chip I had just set onto my tongue.

"Of course!" He shouted, already halfway down the path I was unable to identify beforehand.

I stammered, trying to find words to shout at him. "W-Wait up!" I called, snickering as I ran after him.