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-Hold on tight poppet!
Tubbo said while gripping onto the machine with one hand and extending the other one to Sunny.
The girl grabbed onto his hand and hopped up onto the side of the engine that they have been building meticulously for weeks now.
Now they both stood atop the hill, looking down on the Town Of Fobo one last time.
The cogs turning, the propellers speeding up, Tubbo yelling something that got lost in the wind... Almost exactly how Sunny imagined leaving the island.
What her pa was shouting about must have been important becouse the next second a bright flash and a shockwave washed over her.
