Before the world went to shit, it had always been Tubbo and Tommy against the world. They always stood by one's side and fought their problems away together. That all changed when L'maburg was made, Tubbo silently watching his best friend lose himself in the fighting that seemed to swallow their life whole.

He thought that once the war was over, he and Tommy could go back to how it was, the two running around in the fields, wooden swords in hand as they spared the other with wide smiles. It was somewhat back to normal when the war ended, but both Tubbo and Tommy knew much had changed. 

And as more and more problems emerged, they slowly drifted apart to the point Tubbo believed he would never have the same brotherly bond he had with Tommy. He grew up with Tommy, and lived with them from a young age. He didn't understand how Tommy didn't hate him when his own father showed more love and affection towards the adopted son than his biological child.

He ended up leaving with Tommy and Wilbur, both boys meeting Wilbur's fiance and child once they were on the road. Sally never made it to L'manburg, and part of Tubbo is happy the sweet and gentle fish hybrid didn't need to witness what her makeshift family would turn into. 

When Tubbo exiled Tommy, he regretted it as soon as Tommy was gone, locking himself in his office and crying his eyes out till morning. He regrets it even more knowing that Tommy had tried to commit suicide during his exile, and even more when he learned what Dream would do to his best friend.

He thought that everything would at least be peaceful once Dream was locked up, a sigh of relief engulfing the SMP. That was until chaos once again began, the Eggpire sprouting up, and then Tommy's... final death. At least, Tubbo thought it was at the time. He and Tommy had still been on shaky terms, one wrong move threatening to yank the two apart forever, and Tubbo, he didn't know how to react when he found out Tommy was dead.

He mourned like most of the SMP but eventually he recovered, forcing himself to occupy his mind with something else. He married Ranboo, a half enderman with memory problems that was too kind for his own good. Tubbo was happy, and after bringing an adopted son into the picture, life seemed like it could go back to normal, maybe. 

That was, until a walking corpse knocked on his door in the early hours of the morning. When Tubbo forced himself out of bed, his first thought was, 'who the hell would be up at four in the morning knocking on people's doors? When he opened said door, he nearly lost his shit, once sleepy and pissed eyes turning bright and terrified.

Before him was a bloody Tommy, shaking and scared himself, he looked like a wreck, with a new streak of white in his raggedy hair and bruises and cuts covering his body. Tubbo was stunned, eyes glittering with huge tears at the sight of his dead friend. 

He had denied that it was actually Tommy at first, but when the boy spoke he knew it wasn't a twisted trick his mind was playing on him. He had let Tommy in, demanded he took a needed bath and then took some new clothes for Tommy to change into. When he was finally washed Tubbo grabbed bandaids, gauze, and some antibiotics to treat Tommy's wounds. Tommy had sat on the couch, Tubbo next to him silently slapping bandaids onto the boy, his eyes watching Tommy's own hazy ones. He never asked what happened in the prison, all Tommy had told him was that Dream did kill him but used the revival book to bring him back to life. 

Tubbo kept Tommy around more after that, even trying to convince the blond to stay at their house. Tommy loved taking care of Micheal and babysat the child frequently for the two parents. It was nice seeing Tommy's eyes light up every time he saw Micheal, or even when he saw Tommy reading the same bedtime story to the child before he would leave for the night.

Tubbo on many occasions had wanted to tell him to stay, but he would always bite back those words. Now, looking back, Tubbo wished he had demanded, maybe even pushed harder, for the teen to come and stay with them. Maybe, if he had, Tommy wouldn't be this sad husk of what he used to be. 

It all happened at once when Dream escaped prison, the goat hybrid remembering the blaring alarms, his fear as he looked towards the prison with fear-filled eyes. His breath got scarily shallow, and he couldn't help but bolt home. He had been out looking after his new restaurant at Las Nevadas, he hadn't bothered going home since Ranboo had told him it was ok if he stayed in Las Nevadas to get his business going for a few days. Tubbo was now noticing there was a lot he regretted in his past, this being one. When he got home his son was gone, along with his husband. 

He didn't know what to do, scared out of his mind by this situation. He hid and hoped Ranboo and Micheal were also safe. Everything from there on was a haze, Tubbo finding out Ranboo was dead and killed by Sam, finding out his son was kidnapped and probably somewhere scared shitless, and then shortly after that his best friend was missing.

He had got Micheal back while he looked for Tommy, and on top of all this his husband's ghost would come and try and 'talk' to Tubbo. Tubbo hated that the most, the fact his ghost spoke so cheerfully, like how Ranboo would when he was happy or cooking something he knew would make Tubbo's stressful day slip away. He hated that Ghostboo spoke of how much happier he was as a ghost, how he never wanted to live again and stay that way forever. 

He had lost it after a while, between all the things that led up to this moment and Ghostboo telling him how much he's happy he died, he couldn't take it. He snapped, snapped at anyone that came near him, snapped at Techno, snapped and Quackity, snapped at.... Ghostboo.

He cried, he at himself and at others, he looked like he went batshit crazy. And maybe he had, between all his own trauma, all the things that led to the present, and the fact he was now alone raising a child, reality finally grabbed ahold of him and let the young adult break down.

He had quit Las Nevadas, had isolated himself mostly, and when he did show up people tried to steer clear of him mostly. 

He had voiced to everyone he hated Dream, blamed Dream for his shitty life and the fact his husband was dead, why he had so many issues, and for the disappearance of Tommy. And in his eyes he saw he was right, he was right to blame the sad excuse for a human being as the reason Tubbo flinched when he heard bombs, he was the reason for his pain, he was the reason for his sad excuse of a life. So now, seeing his best friend in the state he was in, he was ready to plunge a sword into Dream's chest a thousand times over, and that's just what he would do. 

Two Days Later. . .

Wilbur pushed the door to Technoblades house open, sighing as he kicked his snow-covered boots off and walked further inside. The first thing he noticed was how silent it was, his brown eyes flickering with a puzzled expression as he looked around.

Yes, the house was usually quiet, but not this silent. "Phil? Techno?" He yelled out, and finally he saw his winged father. He sat on the couch, a cup of coffee in hand and blue eyes looking distant as they dragged away from the flickering dance of the fire. 

"Wilbur, I thought we told you we didn't want you visiting right now." His voice was raspy, as if he had been crying earlier and had now just calmed down. Wilbur got concerned, noticing this fact, slowly making his way to his father. 

"Phil, are you alright? You sound like you've been crying." The closer he got the more clear the olders face got as well. "And it looks like it too." Philza sadly smiled, moving over so the son could sit down next to him. Wilbur did, still worried, and looked towards his father for an explanation. 

"Remember, how almost a year ago your brother was declared dead?" How could Wilbur forget something like that? He had disappeared as soon as Dream had escaped prison, Wilbur was one of the many that set out to find him, and one of the very last to give up. He still remembers Philza's angry cries when Wilbur came to his and Techno's home, having to give them the news that Tommy was declared dead and that no one looked for the poor teen anymore.

He was the one to help the bird hybrid through his mourning, himself mourning in the process much like their eldest brother. It had been a hard time for all three, and Wilbur finally got a taste of what their family may have been like when he was dead. 

He wished he never told his father to kill him after a week of the same routine, how he would lay in the guest room and have to listen to his father cry through the walls, how he'd have to watch Techno try and distract himself with anything he could while trying to deny any sadness about his little brother being gone, while also tiring himself out to the point he sometimes would pass out, leaving Wilbur and Phil to drag him inside and onto the couch. He hated it, and now that it was over he hoped that they would never have to go through such pain again. 

"Yes, I remember how my younger brother was announced dead, Phil." The blnd looked away at his words, like he was fighting with himself.

"Well, he was found." Wilbur's heart skipped a beat at those words, a blank look falling onto his face as he tried to understand the words that left his father's lips. "Karl, Sapnap, Bad, and Tubbo found Tommy in Dream's custody, but they managed to get him out and he's staying with Tubbo-" 

"Why is he with Tubbo and not us?" His voice was like venom, eyes blazing to life as he talked. "He should be with us, we should be the ones taking care of him right now- what state is he in? Did you talk to him?" Many questions were going through his head. He was with Dream for a whole year, a year that Dream could have done anything to the teen and get away with it. After he was revived, he had thought Dream was his savior. But after hearing the stories of the man after he died, he quickly grew to hate him just like everyone else. 

"Because Tubbo said he didn't want us seeing him and T-" Wilbur quickly stood up, a furious look taking over his once anger-filled one. 

"Why should we listen to why that fucking psycho wants? He has Tommy in his custody and-" 

"George transmitted guardianship over to Tubbo." Philza's voice was firm. "When Tommy came back Tubbo.... Told George he didn't believe we were fit to be the ones taking care of him, and George agreed and allowed Tubbo to take him home." George, he became king again along with Eret over the SMP, he was technically the admin now, and anything the admin said goes. "Plus, Tommy doesn't want to see us too." Wilbur felt his heartbreak at those words. 

"What?" Phil himself looked on the verge of tears again. For the thousandth time since Tommy's disappearance, Wilbur let himself cry over his little brother. The little brother that wanted nothing to do with his family.