Betrayal Of A Nation

23

Tommy awoke to the harsh sun shining through the small opening in his tent. Throwing on his peppermint scarf and shoes he walked out into the sunshine. Wilbur was quick to call him over to the caravan.

"Tommy I have fantastic news," Wilbur said gesturing for Tommy to get in the van. "In seven days I have a meeting with Dream that will hopefully end with L'manberg's independence secured. Tubbo also gave me a present to give you," Wilbur said as he sat down at his desk and began to open up the side desk drawer.

Tommy was quick to open his com by swiping his left hand through the air. He didn't feel comfortable talking to Wilbur just yet. He'd whisper to Niki for hours but for some reason when ever he tried to talk to Wilbur a knot would form in his throat and he wouldn't be able to make a sound. Eventually he just got used to typing in his com during the few short chats he'd had with Wilbur in the past few weeks.

Wilbur pulled out two black circular discs the center of them colored various colors and patterns. Tommy's hands shake and unshed tears glaze over his eyes. Tommy can see Wilbur's eyes soften at him through his tears. Wilbur laid the two discs on the desk in front of him and Tommy was quick to grab ahold of them. Looking over them carefully for any scratches he sighed and his tears finally left his eyes running down his face.

"I'm glad you like them," Wilbur said to Tommy quietly. "That's all I had to tell you, take the day off kid, you deserve a day of relaxation with your discs."

Tommy nodded as he carefully placed the discs into his backpack cushioned by the small but thick blanket he kept in there just in case he needed to go somewhere colder than expected. Walking out of the van was like entering a new world. A weight had been lifted off his shoulders and he no longer felt like Atlas.

He walked towards the clearing he had spent hours upon hours in. He ignored the feeling of being watched and continued on. Pulling out a small Jukebox he had taken to carrying around. Pushing the purple disc into place he laid slightly against the jukebox. Slow waltz like music slowly flowed through the air and Tommy wished for half a second he had synesthesia so he could see what Tubbo loved so much about the music disc that made it worth more than a thousand diamonds.

A small noise turned his attention into the woods. There was Tubbo, in a too big lime green hoodie and jeans that had been rolled up to prevent them from dragging on the ground.

"Tommy?" Tubbo said and Tommy melted. This was his Tubbo.

"Tubbo?" Tommy replied and just like that he was being pulled into a hug by the shorter. The shorter smelled like honey and campfire and he missed the scent so dearly embedded in his days. One of Tommy's hands reached up and held Tubbo's head to his chest. Tubbo's hair was still silky smooth like he remembered. He missed this. He missed his bestfriend. He missed His Tubbo.

A/N this was meant to come out earlier but I got a bit caught up in school work. I do have some updates in regards to my next book. As I've mentioned previously it is going to be a Tommy centric story where he worships a god but there's a bit more to it than that, sadly that's all I can reveal. One shot requests are always open on my one shot book! If you see any grammatical errors or spelling mistakes please comment so I can fix them! I hope you've all had a pleasant January and I thank you for your continued support on my work.