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“I want Tommy to be exiled.”
There were a few shocked intakes of breath as the members of the Cabinet looked at the President. His face was stone cold and he held little emotion. But the shaking fists at his side betrayed his exterior. This was hurting him. He didn’t want to exile Tommy, but Dream was threatening another war. One persons’ life wasn’t worth hundreds of others.
Tommy stood there in shock. “W-what?” The first words that tumbled out of the boy's mouth stung the President in a new way. Tommy was strong, hard to crack (most of the time). It would have taken a lot to get a reaction like that. He hated that he was the reason Tommy broke. It had to be done though. There was no other way.
As President, he needed to make the best choices for the country, even if that meant exiling his best friend. The person who had been there when no one else was. The person who stood up for him no matter what. He mentally shook his head. Now was not the time.
He could see out of the corner of his eye as a few of the people around them tried to stifle their laughter. He knew what people thought of Tommy. That he was some annoying child no one could stand.
Tommy was loud, but he wasn’t annoying.
Still, a small benefit to exiling him was that the peace and quiet wouldn’t be disturbed anymore.
A masked man stood. Watching the men holding their laughs. He felt angry; like he cared about the 16-year-old boy. He didn’t understand why he suddenly felt so protective of him. It was his idea to exile him anyway.
Tommy had tears pooling in his blue eyes. He opened his mouth to speak. He tried to make his voice strong and steady but knew from his silent crying that it wouldn’t do much, “But what about the discs Tubbo!? He only wants the discs!” He shouted. Those discs were everything to him.
His favourite times were when he and Tubbo would go and sit. They’d sit on the bench they built. Watching the sunset. They had a Juke Box that they would use to play the discs. That was when times were simple.
Tubbo sucked in a breath, trying as well to keep his cracking voice steady, “You think I care about these stupid discs? I never have! They didn’t mean nearly as much to me as they did to you Tommy! I couldn’t care less about them. Dreams made a proposal to me where if I exile you, he won’t start another war. I’m sorry, but on the accounts of Arson and robbery, I hereby exile, you, TommyInnit from L’manburg.”
The brunette turned his back, walking away from the boy. Because that’s all he was. A boy. A boy who had seen far too much in his lifetime. One who went through Hell, hopeful of coming out alive, only to fail. he’d been done in by the world. Why not let him have a go at ruining people? Because that’s all they have done.
Ruin him.
Salty tears poured harder onto the concrete. Hands lay at his sides, fallen and defeated. Head hung low, bruised and beaten. Ears rang, though no one bothered to fill the silence. Heart raced yet no one told him the run was over. Mind swarmed, yet no one was there to stop it.
“Follow me, Tommy, I’ll bring you to your new home.”