Where are you? (DreamSMP short)

epilogue (alternate ending)

//Hello!  VERY QUICK DISCLAIMER, THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN TOMMY AND TUBBO IS PURELY FRIENDSHIP.  In this chapter, there MAY be confusion, but I want you to try to step into their shoes.  More explanation at the end of chapter.//

It had been three months since that day.

Tubbo hadn't heard a single thing about or from Tommy during those three months.  

Eret and him were on great terms, and Dream was just being Dream.  They had successfully avoided two wars by talking things over, which Tubbo did have to admit was nice.  Without the disks having power anymore, as the only person who cared about them was... gone...

"Hey Tubbo!!"  Tubbo jumped slightly and turned.  Eret stood there, blood red cape falling over his shoulders as he rushed into the room.

"Eret, what-"

"Tubbo, it's Tommy!!"  Eret's eyes were bright and excited.  "He says he want't to talk to you!  He's happy, Tubbo."

"What?" Tuboo was sure that he had heard wrong.  Tommy, want to talk to me?  After what I had pushed him to do?  He felt the familiar tears prick in his eyes, but he also felt a small glimmer of hope in the pit of his stomach.  "He want's to talk to me?"

"Yeah, that's right!!  He's on your guys's bench."  Eret frowned slightly.  "Do... do you want me to walk with you?"

"Please," Tubbo muttered.  Eret smiled softly, closing the distance between them and hugging Tubbo tightly.  

"You can do this, man."

"Thank you."

The walk was short, and as soon as the bench was in sight, Tubbo faltered slightly.  He could see a pale outline sitting there, hugging it's legs tightly.  The small flames on his hair and torn clothes were all Tubbo needed to know who it was.

Tommy.

Tubbo started walking.  He didn't even notice Eret's supporting arms go away.  His pacing grew faster, almost sprinting to the bench, and stopped.  Just next to the seat.

Seeing Tommy up close again was like deja vu.  The same sad boy, the same torn clothes.  Everything was the same, except there was a worried smile on his face in place of a scowl, half raising his arms hesitantly instead of flipping his body away.  The tears that Tubbo was holding back broke.  

He flung his arms around Tommy.  He felt the icy body connect with his, the cold biting his skin in a way only the spirit could offer.  But Tubbo didn't care.  Tommy, after being startled slightly, hugged him back.  Tubbo started sobbing again.  His body shook as he tried to control his breathing again, but failed and only managed to make his choking cries worse.  Tommy rubbed small circles on his friend's back, trying to soothe him.

"Tubbo, I'm so, so sorry.  I shouldn't have left you like that.  Especially after what happened to me.  The same could have happened to you.  I didn't think."  Tommy spoke quietly, just loud enough for Tubbo to hear over his sobs.  

"Your sorry!?"  Tubbo practically screeched. "I'm the one who should be sorry!!  It's because of me you're like this!!  It's my fault, its-"

"Hey."  Tommy said roughly.  "Listen to me.  There is no blame on anyone here.  Just calm down, alright?  So we can talk?"  Tommy, although not needing breath anymore, inhaled deeply, held it, and exhaled slowly.  "See?  Just try to match me, alright?"

Tubbo shuddered as he inhaled, trying his best to match his friends breathing.  After a minute or so, he was able to do it.  Tubbo opened his eyes over his friend's cold shoulder, and saw the small figure of Eret in the distance.  Tubbo could just make out a large, proud smile.  Eret saluted, turned and walked away.  Tubbo smiled softly.  Maybe things can be alright.

Tubbo and Tommy spent the next few hours talking, sharing stories and laughing.  Just as the sun began to set, Tommy stood up.  "What are you doing, big man?"

"Setting the mood."  Tommy pulled out a disk.  Tubbo recognized it as one of the few that didn't have any value.  Tommy smiled at it sadly.  "Its the only one I have left.  But I'm okay with that.  I have you."

They listened as music flooded from the jukebox.  As Tommy sat back down, Tubbo leaned against him again.  And again, he wrapped his arms around Tubbo, both lazily watching the sunset.

"Hey."  Tubbo turned to Tommy.  "You know when Ghostbur gave me the compass leading to you?"  Tommy nodded.  "I... I think I dropped it, when, you know..." Tommy nodded again, needing no words to understand.   "I was wondering, do you.. do you have it?"  Tommy mutely reached into his bag and pulled out a small, iron compass.  It was slightly dented, and when he handed it to Tubbo, the needle pointed directly at Tommy's heart.  Tubbo smiled softly, and put the chain back around his neck.  The iron was cold and hard, biting into his skin as it settled back into it's regular spot.

"Thank you."

"No problem, Tubbo."  They sat in silence for a long time.  They didn't need to speak.  They were content with each other's company.

Tubbo noticed that Tommy was no longer icy cold.  He had managed to share his heat with the spirit, so that Tommy was warm as well.  Similar to the compass on his chest, both it and his friend were now warm and familiar.

"How do you feel?"  Tubbo asked softly.

"Warm."  Tommy sighed.  "I used to feel buring hot, but here with you, I'm just warm."  He paused.  "It's nice."

"Can you promise me something?"

"Depends on what it is."  Tubbo lightly punched Tommy, who flinched and let off a long stream of curses and swears, soon subdued.  "Okay, okay, I'm sorry.  Yeah, sure, what is it?"

"Never leave me again."

"As long as you don't leave me either."

They stared at each other.  Tommy's eyes had long since lost their signature blue, piecing gaze, mainly due to death.  They were a dull grey now.  The only blue there was dark, rimming around the pupils.  The black tear markings streaking down his face made Tubbo want to reach up, try to wipe them off of his friends face, but he knew it would be pointless.  The only thing that Tubbo knew was that he couldn't lose him again.  Three months plus however long that damned exile was long enough.  It was far too long.

Tommy seemed to notice how Tubbo was looking at him and smiled.  "You have the compass, Tubbo.  You can find me anywhere at anytime.  And I'll ask Ghostbur to make me one, so I can find you, too.  So that way we'll always know where we are.  Actually, here-" Tommy reached up and ripped off the bandana tied around his neck, gently wrapping it around Tubbo's.  He tied it in place, secure, and not too tight.  Tubbo reached up and touched it gently.

"Tommy, I... thank you..."  

"No problem, big man.  So now I'm really with you everywhere, as long as you have it- what the fuck are you doing?"  Tubbo had reached up to his chest, fussing with a small pin of a bee on his shirt.  He got it unlocked, and pinned it to Tommy's shirt in turn.

"Now I'll be with you, too," Tubbo whispered.  Tommy reached up and touched it softly.

"I'll never take it off."

They fell asleep, both warming each other on the bench, the music disk running softly as the sky faded from orange to purple, stars scattering the sky.

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//Hi again!  So, in case you don't know, Tommy and Tubbo ARE BOTH MINORS AND ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH NFSW CONTENT.  I acknowledge that and I respect it.  I built their relationship in this book under the assumption that their bond is strong friendship AND NOTHING MORE.  If you can't see how I did it, let me know, and I WILL MAKE CHANGES AS NECESSARY TO BE SURE I DON'T MAKE ANYONE UNCOMFORTABLE.  That's all I wanted to say.  Stay safe out there. 

And have you drunk any water today?  Go do that.  Or I will be sad.//