Chapter 14: There's Not Enough Blue

Scenario: Tubbo has just gone to visit Tommy and found the dirt tower, and therefore believes that Tommy is dead. Exile arc.

Tubbo had meant to return to L'Manberg happier after seeing his friend, but instead of feeling happiness, all he felt was emptiness. And regret. So much regret. But, thinking back to how he had exiled Tommy, he wasn't sure what he would've done differently. He knew that he wasn't strong enough to handle a war against Dream, so the only thing he could've done was visit Tommy earlier. And he hadn't, so he felt regret.

As he trudged down the path, he spotted Ghostbur in the distance, slowly floating towards him, Friend trailing behind him the whole time. When he reached Tubbo, he said, "Hello, Mr. President!"

"Hi, Ghostbur."

Ghostbur stopped. "What's wrong, Tubbo? You look sad."

"It's just that...I haven't been a very good president, have I?"

"Well...no, I don't think you've been a bad president."

Tubbo said nothing, looking down at his feet.

"Why?" Ghostbur asked.

"I just went to visit Tommy, and…"

"And what?"

"Ghostbur...I believe Tommy's killed himself."

"What? No...that's...that can't be."

"It is. There was a dirt tower, and Tommy was nowhere to be found. He jumped off the tower and killed himself, and it's my fault." Tubbo took a deep breath to stop himself from crying. He didn't deserve to cry.

"Tubbo...I-"

"Why did I ever have to become president, Wilbur? Why couldn't you have just stayed the president? You would've been a good leader. I know it. Tommy would've been a better leader than I am."

"I'm sorry, Tubbo, I don't...I don't remember that. But you were probably chosen to be the president because you were supposed to be the president. You are a good leader, and it's not your fault Tommy...Tommy died."

Tubbo shook his head and kept walking, tears falling down his face. Ghostbur would try to be positive no matter what, so there was no point in listening to him.

"Wait, Tubbo...I'm sorry."

Tubbo stopped and turned to see Ghostbur holding something in his hands.

"Here, Tubbo, I have some blue left." He handed it to Tubbo, who gently held it.

"I'm sorry, Ghostbur, I'm not sure I completely understand how your blue works."

"Well, it's clear when you first hold it, but soon it becomes blue as it soaks up all your sadness. Then you can throw it away, and it's like throwing your sadness away."

Tubbo watched as the blue in his hands took on a darker shade of blue, and his tears stopped as it filled up.

"See? It's working."

"Y-yeah. I guess it is." Soon, though, Tubbo's tears began to fall again, and the blue wasn't getting any bluer. Tubbo was again reminded of everything he'd done wrong, and how he'd never get to talk to Tommy again.

"Oh dear...Tubbo, I think you have too much sadness."

Tubbo didn't say anything, only watched as his tears fell and splattered on the path.

"I...I don't… Here." Ghostbur leaned over and gave Tubbo a hug as best he could. "Let me take your blue, Tubbo. I'll hold it so you don't have to."

Tubbo wordlessly handed it to Ghostbur.

"And here, you can have some more for whenever you get sad," the ghost said, putting more blue in Tubbo's hands. It was already slightly blue, and Tubbo didn't think much of it until he realized that he'd never seen Ghostbur cry.

"Ghostbur...will you be okay?"

"Hm? Oh, yes, I'll be fine. Don't worry about me, Tubbo. I'm okay."

"Okay."

"Maybe...talking to Ranboo would help? I'm sorry...I wish I could help more."

"No, no, I appreciate your help, Wilbur. I really do. I think…" Tubbo hesitated, studying the soft blue in his hands. "I think I want to be alone right now."

"Oh...okay. I'll see you around then, Tubbo."

"Yeah."

Ghostbur floated away, and Tubbo stood alone on the path.

I'm so sorry, Tommy.

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Lol it's been a while sorry thanks for reading