Being Exiled Isn't Easy

Chapter 4

Tommy sat up in bed. He rubbed his eyes and crawled towards the window. He open the blinds only to wince at light. He raised them and opened the window. He looked outside and let out a small exhale.

"So it wasn't a dream...I'm actually in L'manburg...Tubbo is here...Ranboo is here..."

Tears weld into his eyes. He didn't even tried to hold them in he just let them out. He doesn't even remember the last time he cried. He became so numb to everything, he never got to let out his frustrations in a while. He sobbed quietly. When they finally stopped, he felt a lot better.

"I guess Ghostbur was right...crying really does help. At least he gave good advice instead of giving me blue".

He jolted as there was a knock at the door. He cleaned his face and got up. He opened the door to see Ranboo standing there with a gleaming smile. His pearly white fangs were exposed.

"You're awake. How do you feel after sleeping?"

"I feel a lot better. Not a lot but there's something".

"Well, I guess that's better than nothing"

Tommy nodded before looking around.  He didn't see Tubbo. He knew he was in his home but the bee loving boy was nowhere to be seen. He was panicking a bit.

"Tubbo's fine. Him and Dream went to go see your father"

"Philza?"

"Yea. I don't know why but they just told me to stay just incase you woke up".

"Oh..okay"

They sat down and started talking for a bit until Tubbo and Dream walked in.
Tommy didn't smile but he was glad to see Tubbo again.

"I'm sorry, Tommy. I went to Philza's. I'll make you something now that you're awake".

Tubbo walked into the kitchen. He decided to make him a nice sandwich because he's not really trusted in the kitchen after the cooking incident with Ranboo.

He added mayo, lettuce, tomatoes, turkey and ham. He cut the sandwhich into four triangles because Tommy was a very simple person and can't seem to eat a sandwhich like a normal person. He mostly blames Philza for always making Tommy's sandwiches like that.

He added pretzels and gummy bears. He made some chamomile tea with honey, knowing Tommy might have a sore throat from being out in the cold air for days.

He walked to Tommy and sat down the food in front of him. He looked up only to see Dream and Ranboo drooling, wanting some. He glared at them and pushed them away from Tommy.

"If you want some, make your own!"

"But we can't make ours like yours Tubbo. Please make us some?"

"Yea, what Ranboo said. Please!"

Tubbo sighed and agreed. He made it the same way but gave them both juice instead of tea. He handed to them and they took it gratefully. He sat down on the couch and closed his eyes, only to fall asleep in a matter of minutes.

Dream had to leave because George and Sapnap needed him for something. Ranboo also had to leave because of something Fundy wanted. Now Tommy was left alone with his adopted older brother. He was staring at the sleeping boy for a while before picking him up. He carried Tubbo to his bedroom. He looked around the room.

It was filled with painted bees and and honeycombs. He noticed there was small bee sleeping in a pet bed with a honeycomb next to it. Tubbo had big fascination with bees and kept it that way. Tommy honestly found it adorable when Tubbo got exited seeing a bee. They both would go and try to catch them when they were younger. Once they got home, they would beg to Philza to let them keep the bees, and they would cheer when Philza would sigh and agree after at least 10 minutes of asking.

He laid Tubbo in his bed and tuck him in. He closed the window and pulled the blinds. He turned on the nightlight and left the room, closing the door.

He went into the guest room to see a book sitting on the bedside table. He sat on the bed and opened it. Ot had a not from Dream.

"I know I may be an asshole but here's a journal. You should write again. I liked reading them so maybe you could write one for me? I would enjoy it a lot. -Dream"

Tommy's mouth quivered and turned into a smile. He let out a small laugh with tears pouring out his eyes. He put the journal down and laid in the bed. E curled up.

"Yea, maybe I just might do that"