tubbos story

Why?

January 5th, 2021

All Tommy could think about was Tubbo. It had been 2 days since the incident and it was the only think everyone was talking about. Tubbo had been put on house arrest for 3 weeks, his presidency being revoked for 4. He didn't know what to. He sent Tommy letters everyday, whispering to him his apologies everytime he saw he was online. Tommy ignored him.

Tommy knew what he was doing, everyone did.

(Tommys POV)

Tubbo had been whispering to me all day, sending letters, apologizing. Despite trying to kill me, I still miss him. I feel disgusting for it. He tried hurting me and I miss him? It felt wrong. It was wrong. But...It was like I didn't care. Even if he tried again, I wouldn't care.

(Tubbos POV)

Why wasn't he answering me? You tried killing him. Did he hate me? You ruined everything, again.
Had he been ignoring me? He hates you.

It's been days. I know he gets my letters. I know he sees my messages. I know he reads them. I just know it. Dream told me he was angry, to give him time to think. I didn't want to. I wanted to talk to him. I needed to talk to him. I needed to know he was alright, that he didn't think I actually wanted to kill him.

(3rd person POV)

Dream: Well...Don't you?

Tubbo was dumbfounded. Had Dream meant that? Did people really think he actually wanted to kill Tommy? His best friend? His brother? His partner-in-crime?

Tubbo: What? No, of course not ! Why would you think that? He's my best friend. I just...I dont know if he could say the same anymore. I- I miss him, Dream. I miss Tommy. I'm tired of being stuck in his god-forsaken house. I need to know that he knows I still love him. That I didn't mean to try to hurt him. I don't know what happened. It was like I had blacked out and the next thing I knew, I was being held down on the floor by my arms and legs.

Tubbo was telling the truth. He didn't know what happened. All he knew was Tommy was angry, and he was to blame.

-timeskip, :)-

January 27th, 2021

Tubbos days stuck inside were finally over, Tommy knew that. He knew how much Tubbo had tried to come visit him, only to be stopped by Fundy, under Dreams command. He wasn't quite sure about this "Dream" character anymore. Because no matter how much he told him he wasn't mad at Tubbo, He still refused to let Tubbo visit him.

Tommy was drowning, emerged under packed ice with nothing on him but some leather and sugar cane. He didn't know how he ended up there, but he assumed the blonde man had something to do with it. He couldn't get out, he was punching and punching and punching the ice, swimming around to find a hole. He was stuck.

(Tommys POV)

I can't get out. How did I even get here? Was I sleep walking last night? Am I even awake now? I can't feel my legs, my arms are turning purple, my face...wait...where's my face? It's gone. I can feel my shoulders and base of my neck but above that was empty. I've truly lost my head.

*thump*

What was that?

*thump* *bzzzzzzzz*

Footsteps. I hear footsteps. And....bees? Why was there bees? Then it hit me. Tubbo.

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A/N: hallo everyone ! sorry i havent been updating ive been having a real rough patch :| ive decided to try updating every week or two and i promise im gonna be trying my absolute best to do so and im so so sorry if im ever late but pls be patient with me !!
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