"For the betterment of L'Manberg, TommyInnit will be exiled for the foreseeable future. Dream, please see Tommy out of L'Manberg."

The words spilled from Tubbo's mouth, his eyes looking everywhere but Tommy, who stared at him in disbelief- well no, it was quite expected. Dream had been the one to suggest it, had been hinting at exile for weeks. It would have been a matter of time until Dream got his claws into Tubbo… Tommy turned towards Dream, almost seeing the triumph rolling off of him. He felt a hand snake around his arm, slightly too tight. He knew it would leave bruises, he found himself uncaring. Tommy was drug along the path, and he felt himself drift off into his mind.

'I once asked Tubbo if we ought to run, far away from the wars, from Wilbur, from everything. Why didn't we? We might have been much better off.'

Tommy distantly heard Quackity and Fundy yelling their hearts out at Tubbo, and he smiled. Dream must have noticed, for the grip on his arm as they went past the walls of L'manberg tightened. With a grimace, he subtly looked over his inventory. He'd been allowed to collect things from his house, which was likely a mistake on their part, he mused as he looked over his ender chest, stuffed to the brim with potions and clothes, as well as a tent. L'manberg had started as a drug van, and many seemed to forget it. The rest of his inventory held med supplies, blankets, pillows, etc… Tommy realized they'd been walking for quite some time, as they reached an ocean. Dream pulled a boat from his inventory, setting it in the water.

"I'll row you to the other shore, but you've got to stay over there, no rowing back, no swimming back, no portals or anything. Do you understand?" Dream said, a harshness in his tone that certainly hadn't been there an hour before. Tommy sighed,

"Yeah, yeah whatever, bitch" He hastily tacked on the last bit, knowing it would seem odd if he hadn't.

Dream climbed into the boat, Tommy following just after him. He watched the fish swim, being reminded of Sally before she'd left. Contrary to what Wilbur had said, she'd only been a salmon hybrid, not an actual salmon. He remembered the fight that Wilbur and she had when she tried to take Fundy with her, the unease of which he'd slept that night after seeing how angry Wilbur had been. Just the following week, he and Fundy had given her a bundle of potions and supplies and covered for her as she ran. Tommy saw in the distance, a gray and beige shoreline, and nearly sighed in relief. He hated being within a foot of Dream and would be glad to get the fuck outta the boat as soon as possible. He let his fingers dip into the water, enjoying the coolness it brought. Lately, it had been a helluva time getting cool, and he'd been so warm for what felt like weeks. He'd thought he was sick, but a week later, he knew that wasn't the problem. He blinked as the boat gently thumped up against the shoreline, stepping out after refusing Dream's hand. "Alright Bitch Boy, go on back. I don't need ya anymore" Tommy chuckled at the annoyed look he knew was under that mask, watching as Dream climbed back in and sailed off, waiting until he truly disappeared into the misty waters. HE turned, looking for an area that would stay relatively dry, having to go a bit away from the beach. Pulling a spare bit of paper and a pen from his inventory, he tried his best to leave a note that didn't sound too harsh- oh what's he kidding. Tommy eagerly enjoyed writing

'Did you finally find this, you fucks? I left your bitch-ass beach long ago. At the beginning of this fucked up mess, I asked Tubbo to run away with me. We obviously didn't then, but there's nothing stopping me now. Maybe next time, don't try and manipulate minors for the fun of it, yeah?

~Tommy Kraken Danger Careful Innit

Ps. FUCK YOU

He snorted, folded it up, and quickly crafted a shabby chest to stick it in, digging seven blocks down, placing it, and setting one cobblestone block above it, filling the rest in with dirt and a grass block.