Small MCYT Stories

On the Phone

Cross posted on Ao3

This was started before Tommy was canonically exiled so ✌️

Tw; Suicide, death, gore
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Tommy refused to talk to Tubbo ever since the meeting with Dream. As much as the president wanted to try and maybe clear things up, they were both making it rather hard for each other.

Tubbo didn't want to exile Tommy, he wanted to rule New L'Manberg with him.

It's barely been a day, and the stress was already too much for Tubbo. Quackity and Fundy had left him to do his own thing for the time being, Wilbur's ghost was off doing who knows what. So he was all on his own.

Tubbo fell back against the wall of his room, blinking the tears from his eyes. He reached for his cellphone and dialed the only number he felt he could trust.

"Hello?" A voice answered.

"Tommy?"

"Tubbo?"

"Ranboo.. where's Tommy?" Tubbo asked.

"He doesn't want to talk right now." Ranboo said, "I can leave a message."

"Oh... sure. Tell him-" Tubbo cut himself off to wince in pain, he let out a quiet whine.

"Tubbo, are you okay?"

"No.. Yeah- I'm fine, sorry..." Tubbo took a quick second to refocus before he continued talking, "Please, tell Tommy I'm sorry for calling him selfish... I'm sorry for even considering exiling him..." Tubbo's voice seemed to get more and more panicked, and his breathing picked up.

Tubbo stared down at his stomach where he had stabbed himself a few minutes before. Why?? Tubbo opened his mouth, "H-help..." his voice was barely a whisper and then he dropped his phone.

Tubbo could barely hear Ranboo asking him what was wrong, and then a new voice, Tommy's, started talking. "Tubbo?!" He called for his friend, panicked. "Tubbo, what's wrong?!"

"Tubbo, answer me!"

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Tommy was angry. Tubbo was going to exile him and there's nothing he could do. When he finally thought he had the upper hand over Dream, it failed horribly.

Tommy was sitting on the bench, Ranboo at his side. He was in the middle of expressing his concerns about his future, when a faint ringing interrupted him.

Tommy pulled out his cellphone and looked at the caller ID. Tubbo. Tommy handed it to Ranboo, "Please answer... I don't wanna talk."

Ranboo nodded and answered the call, "Hello?"

Tommy watched Ranboo's expression closely. He couldn't hear Tubbo on the other side of the line. "Tubbo? ... He doesn't want to talk right now. I can leave a message."

Tommy frowned, he didn't want to know what Tubbo wanted to say, he was afraid. He went on high alert, seeing Ranboo's face change from calm to worried. "Tubbo, are you okay?"

Tommy tilted his head, silently asking Ranboo what Tubbo was saying. Ranboo glanced at Tommy and then his face paled, "What's wrong?"

Tommy's eyes widened and then he grabbed the phone from Ranboo, "Tubbo?!" He shouted into the phone. There was nothing but dead silence that answered him.

"Tubbo, what's wrong?!" He got off the bench, starting to pace around, "Tubbo, answer me!" He yelled, sounding pissed. But there was still nothing.