And I sit there. With Techno behind me and chaos all around, I expect death. By the gods, I even hope for it. But alas, I am spared, because of the universes every increasing need to torture me. To torture us. /or, a fic in which tubbo deals with grief, and maybe goes a tad villainous /the world calls for tommy angst, so I answer ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Welcome to my first fic! Can you expect regular updates? Probably not. Will I try? Maybe. Will there be lore problems? Probably. I need lore school. Someone send me to lore school. Trigger warning: There will be blood, and there will be death. Be warned.