Tubbo yawned as he played with the trigger of an RPG he'd ended up making, deciding whether or not to try and blow something up today. He looked out into the distance, his eyes spotting Tommy as he grinned and slipped out of his little bunker. "Toms!" He chirped excitedly, watching him and smiling happily while tilting his head. "It's nice to see you out here!" He hummed lightly, watching him happily as he clapped his hands. "I'm glad you're here, maybe we can blow something up together. Doesn't that sound fun?" He asked, the nuclear sign in his eyes glowing and giving him a mildly terrifying smile.
Tommy blinked a few times, cautiously freezing in place when his name had been called out while he snuck around, slowly chewing a bite of a golden apple as he looked over to Tubbo. His fluffy tail swished happily upon realizing it was Tubbo and he was in no real danger of getting seriously scolded for swiping golden apples from an unsuspecting victim. "Oh, Tubbo! Hey! I didn't expect to run into you!" Tommy chirped back with a toothy grin after he finished his bite, trotting up to his friend soon after, his tail only further happily swishing behind him. "If we're gonna blow up that stupid XD statue Foolish has been building, count me in. I don't like the guy, plus the statue's ugly too," He stated, faking a disgusted gag for dramatic effect, nibbling at his apple once more.
"No kidding! He's weird, ehhh." He stuck his tongue out before laughing softly, grinning to himself as he hoisted a nuke over his shoulder. It seemed a bit intimidating that Tubbo just casually hauled an explosive, watching Tommy as he tilted his head softly. "Sooo...got any lighters?" He asked, grinning softly. He was so happy about the idea, grinning to himself as he stuck his tongue out softly. "It's gonna be fun! We'll explode that thing to XD and back!" He laughed, grinning at him as he bounced happily.
Tommy nodded and grinned a touch more, digging through a satchel he kept on himself anytime he went out to swipe things from others, sifting through the contents of the bag for a few moments. "Yeah, actually, I do! I know you'll recognize this one," He vaguely answered, pulling out the infamous lighter of no one other than Wilbur, handing it to Tubbo without a second of hesitation. He wasn't one to question Tubbo most of the time, unless it was playfully of course, so he didn't bat an eye while forking it over or when Tubbo had hoised a nuke over his shoulder. He had seen weirder shit, so that wasn't half bad. Tommy froze in place when he heard said owner of the lighter shout his name, ducking inside a bush almost instantly in order to hide. While he didn't fear an angry Tubbo, he [i did] fear an angry Wilbur.
Tubbo perked up a bit, quickly boarding him up and whispering through the boards. "Stay here, Toms..." He mumbled, standing up and looking up as he hummed gently. "Wilbur!" He chirped softly, coming in and poking the mockingbird avian's shoulder. "Hey! Hey, hey, Wilbur, what're you doin, huh??" He demanded softly, grinning at him while trying to distract him from where Tommy was hiding. He knew that Wilbur and Tommy didn't have the best relationship at the moment, so he was trying his best to stay morally grey just like Ranboo.
Wilbur glanced down to Tubbo, a very clearly pissed scowl on his face, pausing his hunting of a raccoon momentarily for the sake of the minuscule amount of civility he had left after the years. "I'm trying to find Tommy, the bloody bastard stole [i my] lighter and I swear to XD I'm going to skin him alive," He hissed out, flashing the whites of his teeth as he growled for a second. Letting the cogs in his brain turn for a moment, he visibly relaxed, barely; enough to show a noticeable difference in his thought strategy. "You wouldn't happen to know where he is, would you? I can keep Quackity distracted while you sneak and play around with," Wilbur paused, motioning to the nuke still hoised over Tubbo's shoulder, "whatever [i toys] you're into nowadays I guess."
"Come oooon, you can just get another one!" He laughed softly, the thick rocket seeming about ready to be fired off at any command from Tubbo. The offer sounded quite tempting, but he repressed the urge to give the raccoon away only for him to start blowing things up. "Nah! Haven't seen him for a while, but maybe that's just me being on the lookout for Michael." The ram hybrid shrugged before looking up at the avian. "But I'll be sure to contact you if I ever find him or your lighter, alright, bossman?" He hummed, holding onto the rocket in a way that clearly insinuated that if Wilbur made a hostile move towards him, he was going to light this forest up with nuclear flames.
Wilbur quietly sighed, raising a hand to rest on his beanie and rub his head through the fabric, visibly surrendering his quest to aggressively search for Tommy, most likely due to the pressure of being under the direct aim of a rocket moreso than anything else. "Fine, fine, sounds good enough to me Big T. Seriously though, do tell me if you find it, it's one of the very few things I have left from L'Manberg, aside from memories." He sighed out, playing the emotional card as, usually, it worked to his advantage, leaving Tubbo at that as he walked away, muttering aloud something about finding Purpled instead. Suspicious. Tommy stayed curled up in a bundle he had made of himself, having switched into a complete raccoon while he munched on another golden apple to keep himself busy while waiting for the coast to clear. Golden apples were good, who could blame him for stealing a whole hoard of them?
"Will do, bossman!" Tubbo called after him before gently unblocking the hidey-hole, looking into it. "Toms...you still in here?" He asked softly, gently reaching inside with a small shiny tab he'd found earlier just as a sort of peace offering in case Tommy had gotten mad at him within the last few minutes somehow. Yeah, he didn't know how that worked either, his mind works in mysterious ways. "Come on, Toms...! We should go and get that statue blown up before Foolish can find us or Wilbur comes back!" He hissed softly, letting the raccoon skitter up onto his shoulder before jogging off quickly. His eyes glowed softly as he ran faster, trying his best not to just burst out in excited laughter.
Tommy let out a squeak of a cheer, skittering from Tubbo's shoulder to climb on top of his head; it was easier to hold onto a pair of horns than the fabric of Tubbo's shirt when the ram hybrid was running. "Yeah, let's go show those fucking gods who [i really] is in charge of the world!" He laughed lightheartedly, his voice a few notes higher than usual since he was in his raccoon form, forcefully yeeting the core of the gapple he had ate off into the bush.
Tubbo managed to run all the way to the edge of Foolish's territory, entering it before looking around. Foolish, obviously, got the message from some of his protections around the area, but he ignored it since Tubbo was one of his friends. He just remained where he was, fixing some damage that some creepers had done to his main build. He and Tubbo exchanged friendly waves, and then Tubbo was standing at the feet of the statue. He stared up at the statue, narrowing his eyes angrily. "I'm gonna fuck you up.." He hissed, bleating loudly in anger.
Tommy let out a similar angry raccoon growl the millisecond he heard Tubbo start bleat in anger, glaring up at the 'godlike' statue while his tail flicked in soft anger. If you got one of the two close friends angry, it was highly likely that you got the both of them seriously pissed off, and this statue was no exception. XD reminded him painstakingly of Dream, and anybody who still had a heart knew exactly why he hated the masked blonde so damned much. Getting off of Tubbo's head with a hop, Tommy landed on the ground, standing back on two feet as he poofed into his more human self with a newfound devious and dark grin plastered to his face. "Let's blow this bitch into its own state of torturous limbo, yeah Tubs?"
"Hell yeah, Toms." He spoke seriously, his eyes filled with tears. "I bet this bitch helped plan Ranboo's death..." He sniffled, wiping his eyes before growling and starting to place TNT around the statue. He'd given a few good stacks to Tommy, assuming he knew what to do with it. Of course, he made sure that his TNT was connected so that he could light it up all at once, planning on finding Tommy's TNT and connecting it to his own line. Multiple times he fumbled with the explosives and nearly dropped them, but he luckily didn't. Poor Foolish, he thought, this was going to level all his hard work...He shook his head and put on his determined face. "No no, Tubbo..."
Tommy almost instantaneously began to scurry around and visibly haphazardly and seemingly randomly began to place TNT wherever he so felt like it, though he knew well what he was doing despite appearances as he [i ensured] it was all connected. He skittered up a small portion of the statue as well to ensure that when it fell, it fell [i hard], and possibly even damage the surrounding builds that engulfed the area. When he was done, Tommy slid down, briefly looking around for Tubbo's line of TNT before connecting the both of their lines together. His grin had only grown worse since mere minutes before setting all the TNT down, an unapologetic shimmer in his eyes as he glared back at the still-standing statue. "Let's blame it on Wilbur; we [i do] have his lighter for fucks sake; but first, let's blow this place!" Tommy exclaimed with a laugh, ready to run for the hills once the start had been lighted.
Tubbo took a soft breath before suddenly looking at Tommy, a look not unlike the insane one in Wilbur's eyes when he blew up L'manberg suddenly in his eyes. "Run, Tommy. Fucking. RUN." He spoke solemnly before taking out the lighter and flicking it open. He'd seen Wilbur use this lighter many times before...he took a breath before biting into it and lighting it on fire, dropping it on the line before putting on his gas mask. He stared up at the exploding statue as he watched it fall, crumbling to pieces, felled by two teenagers. Even Foolish was scared, but moreso for Tubbo. For what XD could do to him, for what could happen if the statue squished him. Tubbo didn't care.
Tommy obediently did as he was told and scampered off to safety beyond where the debris and crumbling materials of the statue could reach, snickering madly as he did so. Switching to a raccoon, he hid safely behind an upturned stone in the middle of the sandy Sahara home to Foolish's builds, watching with chaotic mystified eyes as the statue fell and plummeted into wreckless piles of unidentifiable and weirdly shaped materials. It was a sight to behold, and one that personally brought Tommy a weird sense of satisfaction and relief, knowing he didn't have to deal with XD nor Dream anytime in the near future. Maybe; that was the hope at least. He stayed there, hidden behind the rock, unmoving from his stance until he was sure it was safe to come back out and rejoin Tubbo once more.
Tubbo held his arms out as he felt the air around him rush, the statue falling down near him as his hair blew in the breeze. Part of him felt at peace, closing his eyes before taking his gas mask off. "I brought him down..." He whispered, tears falling down his cheeks before feeling a wave of fatigue wash over him and knock him down. He stayed there, crying cathartic tears as he sniffled and waited for Tommy to find him. His eyes had a dull quality to them now, like he'd done something that had exhausted him. He was, honestly. He was [i exhausted.] He hadn't been happy since L'manberg, despite everything Ranboo was trying to do for him, and yet now he had lost him in some cruel turn of fate. He just hoped he could get him back...
Tommy let out a startled squeak seeing Tubbo fall to the ground, swiftly running across the sandy plains to get back in order to push and nudge at him to encourage him to get up. His chaos had readily been swapped with worry, attempting to get Tubbo to stand while his little paws pushed around, now nudging at his cheeks, concerned as to why he wasn't moving and why in the world his best friend was crying. "Tubbo, Tubs, c'mon, we gotta go before Foolish catches us; we need it to actually look like Wilbur blew this up if we wanna avoid the blame and getting caught certainly won't help," Tommy sputtered out worriedly.
"Take that you fucking god..." He mumbled before closing his eyes, shaking his head and trying to get up as he put a hand on his head quietly. Tubbo still seemed out of it, but he picked up the little raccoon before running off silently. He'd rather not get pinned for a crime he committed (this time) so he had to run, knowing that Foolish was going to probably fly over to investigate what was going on. Tubbo didn't stop until he was almost home, panting softly and shakily collapsing into a chair without even fully closing the door...
"Geez, Tubs you [i need] to rest!" Tommy exclaimed as he squirmed free from Tubbo's grasp, skittering over to the door and closing it as he had noticed it being left open. Soon after, he ran around on two little feet, attempting to be a decent stand-in for the missing person in both of their lives, dragging a blanket over to the chair Tubbo had collapsed into. It seemed Tommy wasn't going to take no as an answer for his demands to get Tubbo to sleep, but he didn't give enough time to let the ram hybrid say anything as he scurried off once more. This time, he dug through a chest he knew contained basic foods, running back when he ensured everything was clean and washed; he couldn't help his raccoon instincts for a second there. "Here, here, eat these, drink some water, and go to sleep after," Tommy instructed as he hopped back onto the chair, setting down a few golden apples and a bottle of water into Tubbo's lap.
"Tommy-" He started, then sighed softly as he looked down at the food. "I dunno-" He mumbled out, giving the raccoon a quiet huff as he let out a gentle bleat. Tubbo really didn't want to take care of himself at the moment, he wanted to go find Ghostboo. He was mostly scared that if he stopped moving, he would just...disappear. He watched him quietly, swallowing gently and running his fingers through his hair before trying to eat something. His hands were kind of shaky, taking a bite of the golden apple before quietly sighing in mild happiness.
Tommy sat still on the arm of the chair, keenly watching Tubbo eat to make sure he genuinely did, sternly suspicious about his eating habits underneath his otherwise kind eyes. When he was confident Tubbo would continue to eat without immediate supervision, he redirected his gaze to his tail and started to loosely groom it free of all the sand it had somehow managed to get caught inside his silky fur. "You're [i going] to sleep after this Tubs." He said in a solid tone, serious about his words. Tommy wasn't the type to openly admit his worries, earning him to find seemingly 'coldhearted' and demanding work-arounds to his concerns. It was how he cared for people, albeit in an interesting manner. "I'll keep an eye out for Michael. You need to eat and sleep. And bathe too, you smell awful, bossman," Tommy added on light heartedly, scrunching up his nose as if Tubbo was the worst thing he had ever smelt.
"Not like you smell much better, you trash panda!" He huffed lightly, pushing him off of the arm of the chair before standing up and putting the food away. The single bite of gapple had mentally sufficed for him, walking up to the bathroom and pulling his jacket off. At least Tommy had agreed to look out for his piglin son, he supposed, so he probably shouldn't complain. His eyes glimmered as he almost started crying, shaking it off quickly before just showering quickly and getting dressed in fresh clothes. This was better, he decided, and went into his room to sit on his bed. Tubbo missed sleeping near someone..
Tommy let out a soft laugh, gracefully landing on the ground when he got pushed off the arm of the chair, rolling his eyes as he poofed back into his regular self. Sitting in the chair Tubbo had gotten out of, he resumed grooming his tail, shaking it clean of all the sand that somehow clung to him as if tomorrow didn't exist. What was worse was all the debris and dust that got trapped inside it as well; he was surprised he didn't look like a walking grey, dusty cotton ball, or perhaps he did and simply didn't notice. Keeping true to his word, he fixed his eyes to stare dutifully out the window, looking for any movement that approached the house.
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