Tommy thought he could trust Tubbo.
That's why he had the conversation with him.
That's why he gave him the discs.
He thought he could trust him.
"Hey Tubbo," Wil smirked, sitting in the almost silent Pogtopia. Techno was getting resources for TNT and Tommy was out - doing Dream knows what. Tubbo gave Wil a soft - yet frighteningly hollow - smile. "Hey Wil. How are you?"
Wilbur laughed slightly in response, "Oh I- I'm doing fucking fantastic! Technos getting the supplies and everything's on track for next week," He gave Tubbo a grin, "Thanks for the idea." Tubbo let out a small psychopathic laugh, "No problem! I can't wait to see their guts all on the floor," His eyes lit up, glaring at the older man as he turned away from him.
Wilbur was a fucking idiot.
He thought that he could rule the barren wasteland after the explosions? Bullshit.
Tubbo had power right now. He wouldn't let anyone - especially fucking Wilbur - take that away from him.
He had it planned. And he had Technos support.
He'd be a fair ruler - at least much better than Wilbur would ever be.
Humming slightly, he walked away.
This was the perfect plan.
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FanfictionThe majority are angst, gonna tell you straight up. Tubbo dies alot, I don't know why its just how the world be. I don't know what else to put so enjoy??
