Tubbo was sitting and chilling at Niki’s lake, he was whistling a small tune, not noticing anything but the peaceful silence, not even you, a stranger, a new member to the Origins SMP, his peace is only interrupted by a few birds chirping, and fellow bees buzzing around in the flowers surrounding him, he was wearing his usual black and yellow striped sweater, black worker pants, black army boots, yellow goggles, and his thin delicate bee wings were fluttering slightly