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🌸TommyInnit🌸 - Exile

Request by: Vanishli_Soot

Words: 1178

December 14th 2020,
Dear Diary.

It's been about a week since me and Tommy were exiled from L'manburg. Or maybe it's been a few days, maybe a few months; it's hard to keep time when every day is the same cycle of loneliness. I think Tommy has been handling this whole exile thing the worst, he was exiled by his best friend. He used to be so loud and hyper, but now he just sits against the jukebox playing the same red disc over and over again, mumbling something about Tubbo and wanting to go back home. I really want to go help Tommy.

Back in L'manburg we always had each other's backs; I only got exiled because I refused to back down from Dream and Tubbo when they exiled the kid. As much as I would love to help, I'm in no way the right mental headspace to do so. I'm still fucking annoyed, furious if you will, about being exiled. Worse of all, Niki and Fundy (my best friends btw) didn't even show up! Me and Tommy built a bridge for them to come see us but they haven't!

I thought they were supposed to be our friends..

Y/N looked over their shoulder to see the blondette in question. He was currently on the beach looking over the deserted party decorations, no one came to his party. If that wasn't bad, even Ghostbur had suddenly dissapeared after going to L'manburg to give out the invitations. Even though the two young L'manburgians had each other, it felt so lonely not to be surrounded by friends and family like they used to. Y/N stood up from their seat at Logsteadshire, throwing their diary away in one of the many barrels and walking across the shoveled up path to meet Tommy. He looked even worse up close.

His red and white shirt had holes littered everywhere, his blonde hair was dirtied and growing out, his once vibrant blue eyes had black bags under it and one of his shoes were missing. Well it wasn't like the other looked any better. Their once proud blue L'manburg suit jacket was already thrown out into the forest and burned, the only thing being the dirty white shirt, brown sling, tight black leggings and black boots. The two of them both looked like they were rotting corpses.

Y/N sat down on one of the oak chairs opposite to Tommy, the half eaten cake chucked away to the side and into the yellow sand. "Good morning, Y/N." Tommy looked up and smiled weakly, picking up his hand and mustering a slow wave. "Morning, Toms. Want to go do something today?" He looked up and thought for a moment, moving to stand up and pace a bit. "We could always work on the bridge. It's only two wide, we could make it three wide. I'm sure there's more cobblestone in the barrels, come on." Tommy smiled for the first time in a while, grabbing Y/N's hand and running back over to Logsteadshire, shuffling through the barrels and pulling out sacks of cobblestone.

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"Tommy, Y/N." Their building time was cut of by a voice from behind them, from the direction of L'manburg. The two of them turned around and met gaze with a pair of eyes, well more like a pair of drawn-on black dots. Dream. His enchanted netherite was just barely visible over his shoulder, his right hand lying limp next to the handle. "Hello, Dream." Y/N mumbled out, trying not to look at the green blob and instead focusing on still building the cobblestone and obsidian bridge. Dream and Tommy just continued to stare at each other, "Lava, now." Is all Dream said, Tommy immediately taking out his items and getting ready to throw them into the scorching red liquid. A hand reached out to stop him, piercing aqua eyes met (E/C). "Are you really gonna listen to him?" They said, moving to glare at the green man in discomfort.

Tommy looked distraught for a moment before snapping back into his bitchy yet loveable personality, good 'ol TommyInnit. "Yeah, you're right Y/N. I'm not gonna listen to you, bitch. Your fucking 'omeless." The two children burst into laughter, "Your right, Tommy. HE'S 'OMELESS! POINT AND LAUGH!" The two did so and laughed at him again, if they could see his face he would probably be red; or crying, he may be crying. "I am not homeless, I have a massive house, the biggest one on this server. And why do you say it like that!? God, british people."

Y/N and Tommy turned to look at each other before looking back at Dream, the two of them immediately breaking into fake depression. "Dream! Are you making fun of someone for something they can't control. Sigh, I guess I'm unsubbing." Tommy said, placing a hand on his chest as Y/N shook their head in disgrace. "Oh fuck you guys, I was going to come visit you and give you a gift." Dream said as he turned around and went back through the portal, but the two kids couldn't tell from all their laughter. Atleast today was a better day.

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It was now the evening, the sun was beginning to set into the deep blue sea. The two exiled kids were sat next to the jukebox, the jazzy tunes of chirp settling over the green plains. It was peaceful, not an uncomfortable silence like all the other days; a happy peacefulness. Y/N looked over to see Tommy, he was still staring at the blue sea as the cogs in his brain kept turning. "Hey, Toms." The blondette turned to look at his friend, only responding with a slight hum. "How long are we gonna stay here? I mean, Logsteadshire is nice and all but it gets a bit boring after a while ya know." Tommy pouted slightly as he looked back out to the sea. "We don't really have anywhere to go though, if we go into L'manburg Dream will kill us instantly." Tommy said, prompting Y/N to stand up and face them with a somewhat determined face.

"We can always go to... you know who." Y/N turned to look behind her, staring out at the distant winters. "No. No, we are not doing that. Don't you remember what he did to L'manburg, Y/N? We can't team with him." Tommy stood up to face them, the two of them staring at each other for a moment. "It was just a suggestion, a last case scenario if you will. Even if he is a bitch, he is one of the strongest people on this server, if anyone could take down Dream it's him." Tommy went silent for a moment, debating it in his strange, strange mind. "Worst case scenario. Only if we are absolutely fucked." Tommy held out his pinkie, Y/N reached out to intertwine it, "Only if we are absolutely fucked."

"We are absolutely fucked."