after the long war against the dream smp and L’Manburg, tubbo had became president. he’d been forced to exile his best friend after something so basic. but thank god you where there. a shoulder to lean on. someone that brought joy to him.

as you had finally reached your base in L’manburg, kicking off your boots and changing to shorts and a t-shirt you hear rustling that was coming up from upstairs. as you climbed the ladder you see tubbo asleep in your bed.