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DREAM SMP SPOILERS AHEAD
FROM DECEMBER 5TH 2020

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Tommy. I am so, so, sorry." The young president let out a hoarse laugh, cocking his head but not his body to face his friend. "Dream, I've came to the decision that it would be best for the nation, the most logical thing to do, for Tommy to be exiled from L'manburg." The boy huffed out, looking up to see the angry faces of Quackity and Fundy and his friend, his best friend, sad; for once he wasn't a ball of boundless happiness and energy - he was confused and upset. "Tubb-" Tommy tried to reason with him but he was cut off by Quackity, "What? Tubbo we promised we wouldn't exile him! What are you doing!?" Fundy soon joined in, confused on why the President had switched up on them, and especially Tommy, like the push off a button. "NO OKAY!! Be quiet! You've undermined my authority from the get go. No one here has respected me. You all jump on these merry little bandwagons of destruction, it's not- it's not okay! You definitely do not have the best interests for this nation, and you have made that more apparent then ever before today." Tubbo sputtered out, lashing out at his citizens, his friends, leaving the three of them in dismay and anger.

"Why would you go back on the plan now!? What the hell!" Tommy sputtured out, messing over his words a few times in pure confusion. "I made a promise, to do what was best for the nation. And right now, Tommy your presence here, is not the best for this nation." Tommy stood there, a look of betrayal and sadness spread across his bright blue eyes. The argued on and on, Tommy tried to reason with him, begged his best friend from mercy.

One thing Tubbo said really stuck to him; "They're just music discs. They shouldn't be able to dictate the future of an entire nation, Tommy!" He had sacrificed everything for L'manburg. It probably would of never became a nation if Tommy hadn't given his discs to Dream, Tubbo never would of became President without them. It angered him, the discs that helped them through good times and bad were now being undermined by his closest friend. For the first time in a while, Tommy was speechless, unsure of what to fight back with. He knew he had to, he had all of the agruments but he just.. couldn't argue with him. The next few minutes were a blur as Fundy and Quackity continued to defend Tommy, but it was no use, he had already decided.

"Do you know what this sounds like, Tubbo?" The fox boy said, his teeth gritted as Tubbo looked at him with confusion, "You're acting like S-schlatt. I- You're actually acting like Schlatt right now! This is what he would do!" Fundy laughed, not a happy laugh but a laugh of dissapointment and realisation. Their trusted President was turning into the one person everyone despised. "That's the exact shit he would pull, Tubbo. And trust me, I was his right hand man- I was the vice President of Manberg." Quackity said in a low voice, the boy was normally so full of energy and jokes but he had the same serious and upset demeanour as Tommy.

"Tubbo. I-if the discs don't matter, if they don't matter. If you have no attachment to things, if nothing matters then does any of this matter at all?" Tommy left his hand drop down, staring off at the crater of L'manberg - Wilbur's unfinished symphony, forever unfinished. Tubbo didn't respond, he just shook his head in disappointment and turned back around to face their enemy. "Dream, please detain and exort Tommy out of my country."

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That was all a week ago now. Or maybe it was only just yesterday. Time was hard to pinpoint when your stranded on the middle of a fucking island. His red and white shirt had holes, showing off spots of his bruised and damaged skin. His normally vibrant blue eyes were now hollow and empty, surrounded by black bags and sleepless nights. His friend's words haunted his dreams, taunting him to the very end. His only company was a ghost, and it didn't help that said ghost was your dead President and friend who didn't remember how he blew up your country less than a month ago. Sure, the company was nice in the harsh and lonely landscape, but he always felt some sort of dread and sadness around Wil- Ghostbur.

It was the dawn of the second day here. The dirt shack was just enough to keep Tommy warm against the upcoming winter. "Good morning, Tommy!" The strained voice of Ghostbur greeted his semi-awake form, forcing him to get up from the bed Dream had "generously" given him. "Hello Ghostbur." Tommy replied, a soft smile on his face. Being exiled has seemed to make him more grateful of the little things, so even a ghost is good company I suppose. "So I did some building in Logsteadshire while you were sleeping, I made myself a little cabin, and I was wondering if you'd like to help me set up a tent, for visitors and stuff." The blue ghost rambled on as the two walked across the dirt path to Logsteadshire. It was only a circle of wood but it felt like home, and it reminded the two of Pogtopia somehow. "That sounds great, Ghostbur." It's not like Tommy could do much, his day only really when Dream came and visited him and set him back an hours worth of mining.

The two men spent the day lazing away and having fun despite their terrible circumstances. Logsteadshire was coming along swimmingly; a mine and the nether was now more accessible. After rumaging around in his ender chest, he noticed Ghostbur messaging someone in some corner. Normally he wouldn't care, he's not one to snoop in on conversation, but the circumstances were different now - who and why was Ghostbur talking to someone? He crept up behind him, but before he could sneak a peek he closed the app and returned to what he was doing. "Oh, hello Tommy." Ghostbur waved to him, completely oblivious to Tommy's intrusion. "Who were you talking to?" Tommy asked, cocking his head to the side but keeping his serious face. "I was definitely not talking to Technoblade and giving him the coords to Logsteadshire." Ghostbur smiled innocently, sending Tommy into a spiral of swears and screaming.

"OUT OF EVERYONE TO SPEAK TO, YOU CHOSE TECHNO? HE IS OUR ARCH-NEMESIS, HE WAS THE TRAITOR. COME ON GHOSTBUR." Tommys screams and annoyance were cut short by the sound off footsteps. "Bruuuhhh. You don't even have shoes, Tommy. This is really sad." The deep voice of Technoblade boomed behind him, sending shivers down his spine slightly. "Hello Technoblade!" Ghostbur greeted him, getting a drawn out hello from his back. "What are you doing here, Technoblade?" Tommy asked, turning on his heel to turn away from Techoblade. "Well I was the one who predicted you'd get exiled, so I just came to tell you I told ya so." He scruffed up the blondette's hair and walked away, conversing with his ghost friend.

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Tommy sat down on the beach, staring out at the deep blue sea. L'manburg was out there, really far out but it was this way. He missed his friends, he really did. He may of been angry that he was exiled, but he was alone, and all he wanted was Tubbo, he wanted his friends. He was so focused on his thoughts that he didn't even notice someone else sit next to him. "-But real talk, you'll get through this Tommy. You're a good kid, and you're strong, you'll be back with your friends in no time. No hard feelings?" The deep voice of Technoblade suddenly appeared. It seems his brain has decided to listen in halfway through. Man. Luckily, be picked up on all the sentimental stuff. "Thanks, Techno." Was all Tommy said in response, but Techno didn't expect much of an answer anyway.

Tommy felt an arm drape around his shoulder, giving him sime much needed warmth in the cold atmosphere. Techno let out a hoarse laugh, not a partially happy one more of a 'let's laugh through all this messed up shit' laugh; but it was all Tommy needed to cheer him up a bit. "Welcome home, Theseus."