Dropped in •MYTC story• [includes ships]

Chapter 11. The loss of a member

A/N I've decided every 10 chapters it'll switch the lengths of the chapters. So these next 10 will be shorter.
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The three of them head home on Wilbur's bird. Tubbo was still processing everything that was happening. He couldn't believe it. "Everything was going fine. We were doing fine.." he thinks to himself. He's just so confused.

What about Tommy changed? The food? The horns? "The horns! Th-the demon horns thing must effect Tommy in some way. Since he's meant to be a demon and stuff maybe the whole demon thing rerouted his brain." Tubbo says aloud as they land in front of the cabin.

Wilbur thinks on it as he gets off the bird. "So him being a demon made him more prone to intrusive thoughts or..?" Wilbur starts, tubbo continuing the thought. "Yeah! Like how people say they have an angel and a devil on their shoulder. But instead he's prone to listen to the devil more, ya know?" Tubbo says, hopping off the giant bird as well.

Quackity joins them on solid ground. "So.. why do you have a halo, and how did wilbur tame a bird?" He ask, confused. "Oh, tubbo came here with that and I'm a bard." Wilbur says. Quackity's jaw drops as he hears that. "You guys are.. wh-what about everyone else?!" He ask, concerned he didn't get any sort of power.

"Most of the others have an extra attribute or power." Wilbur answers. Quackity groans in frustration. "Whatever.. I'm heading inside. I'm hungry." He walks into the house, seeing schlatt and sapnap drinking some water, seeming a bit off though?

He quickly discovers it's wine as he sees dream and george pouring each other some out of a wine glass. "Where did you get that?" He ask, confused. One look at his friends and he feels left out. Dream just looks cool with his hunters bow, George has wings, sapnap is a damn dragon dude, and schlatt looks to be part goat.

He sits down next to them. "Pass me a glass..." he says quietly, not wanting to cope with feeling excluded. Schlatt smiles and passes him a glass. "Yeeeepp. Hello big q. Niceee to met you again!" He says, passing Quackity some wine. Quackity takes sip, coughing a bit. "Jeez, how much has this B aged?" He ask.

Dream answering, "the bottle saiid like.. a century or somethin' right gogy?" He says, laying on his best friend. George chuckles and leans his head on dreams shoulder. "Yeah yeah, right. It was like 12 years I think. Pretty nice wine." He says, taking a short sip. Quackity doesn't bother to ask where it came from and drinks some.

"Are you guys really getting tipsy in here..?" Wilbur says as he walks into the house with tubbo. "This is not gonna help this news come to you guys any easier.." he continues. "Ugh, get everyone out here." He says to tubbo. Tubbo does a small salute and walks to the rooms, gathering the remaining people that are not there.

Everyone is gathered on the couch, Wilbur standing in the middle of the living room. "So.. um.. as you might've noticed, tommy didn't come home. He's not dead, just.. he's decided we're his enemies and attacked me." He says. Schlatt takes a sip of his wine. "Sounds likeee a himm problem." He says lowly.

Quackity slaps the cup out of schlatt's hand. "He's gone! He tried to kill Wilbur! Our friend turned against us, stop being stupid!" He shouts, standing up. Everyone is sitting there in shock. "Tommy's gone?" Fundy ask. "W-well.. not dead, he just hates us... h-he hates me.." tubbo says, tearing up.

He walks to his room he was sharing with Tommy, not wanting to break down in front of everyone. He sits down on his bed. He buries his face in his blankets, trying to calm down. "What even went wrong?! What did I do wrong..!" He says to himself, laying back. "I'm not leaving him out there! I'm getting him back."