Techno and Wilbur watched the soldiers who were escorting Tommy and Tubbo into the castle at a distance. They watched when the doors opened and when their brothers dissapeared.

"What do we do?" Wilbur asked, gazing at the doors. "We can't exactly barge in there with swords ready. How are we going to get them back?"

They were behind a patch of trees, out of the open just in case. The sun was nearing the bottom of the sky but sunset had not yet begun.

Techno thought about the choices, his mind running. "We have to get people on our side," he decided. "Not everyone would love this idiot Queen. We raise a small army until we can create a big enough distraction to get Tommy and Tubbo. We need to find someone on the inside."

Suddenly Wilbur's eyes brightened. "Phil totally had friends! We could find them. I remember him saying something about a girl named Niki."

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     The first thing Tommy realized when he woke up was the terrible headache that was drumming in his head, throbbing through his whole body. The second thing was that he was in a prison cell, nothing but himself and a pile of hay along with a bucket inside the small stone room. Bars were at the front, showing a dark corridor. The third thing was that he was without Tubbo.

Tommy pushed himself up, his limbs feeling weak. He blinked, trying to clear his mind. "Hello?" The boy called, his voice echoing.

"Tommy!" Someone answered- it was Tubbo! "I think I'm in the cell next to you," he said.

"It's cold," Tommy answered. "And damp. How long have you been awake?"

"Uhh... five minutes, I think? Tommy, I want to go home."

"Me too. I really wanna go home too."

Tommy could almost hear his heart beating in his chest. He took in a breath, feeling emotions roll through him. "What if we can't escape? Tubbo, I don't want to be here forever."

"I... don't know, Tommy. I think- I think Phil is dead. If he's not in the dungeons, where would he be?" There was heavy pain in his voice, almost choking over the words.

Tommy swallowed. "There's probably more than one dungen. We can't think like that." Wilbur had said that before. "Do you think Wilbur and Techno are coming for us?"

"Yeah. I left a trail of my blanket- I kept tearing small pieces off. It all went away at the end so I hope they were able to keep up without me leading them on."

"Oh, that's why your blanket was ripped," Tommy replied.

"Tommy- I miss home. I really really miss home," Tommy could hear the tears in his voice.

"Are you crying?" He asked softly.

"Y-yeah. I m-miss Karl, an-and Phil, and Wilbur and T-Techno," Tommy heard something against the wall, as if Tubbo was sitting down against it. "I miss when- when you w-would get in trouble, an-and I would laugh. And when- and when Wilbur got mad at you. Wh-when I went out t-to look for bees, and I c-could feel the heat on m-my skin. I miss it so m-much!" He was sobbing now. Tommy could almost see his face, the was his cheeks would be red and tears would be dripping down his face.

Tommy took in a shaky breath, feeling himself shaking. "It's going to be okay," he said softly.

"No it's not, Tommy! Quit lying!"

What would they do? What would they do? What would they do?

Tommy lied down, the back of his head on the stone. "At least we're still together," he said. "It's not all gone."

He heard Tubbo sniff, and he was probably rubbing his nose with his sleeve. "Y-yeah. Okay. I'm- I'm sorry for yelling," he said.

"It's okay, Tubbo."

The boys lied, one crying and one staring at the celing hopelessly, the stifling sound of silence surrounding them.

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     The days passed slowly. After they woke up guards began to take shifts. Some of them were nicer than others and would allow the boys to talk while some wouldn't.

They got plenty of water but not food, and both of the boys were getting malnourished. Tommt found himself wanting to do something energetic to keep up strength but at the same time just wanting to lay down and sleep all day.

The dungeons were cold, but it was probably colder outside. Tommy probably would have gone crazy if it weren't for Tubbo's company.

They slept on the old shitty hay that were in their cells, which totally gave Tommy cramps during the day. After what felt like a week he was finally getting used to it and it didn't hurt as much.

Tommy could hear the hope fade from Tubbo's voice the more they chatted, and he knew he sounded the same. He missed eating fresh food, being warm, and being able to run.

It fucking sucked. It fucking sucked so much to the point Tommy was wondering if death was better because he didn't want to live the rest of his life this way.

Pointless.

His thoughts became less complicated, more plain- it went like this.

I want water. Where's the water? Oh, it's right there. I'll drink water now. It's cold in here. I'm cold. I wonder what Tubbo is feeling. I should ask him.

He could almost feel himself giving away to depression when the second week passed. The way he stopped trying as much, how he let himself think the bad thoughts, when he began to almost yearn for death- it was getting bad and he couldn't stop it. Tommy kept up some personality for Tubbo even though he just wanted to lay still and admire the wall all day.

He knew he had to keep the flame in his chest burning. He needed to have the energy to hate the Queen.

He didn't know if he could do it. The days were blurring and so was his mind. When would this end? When would this end? When would this end? When would this end?

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