dream smp · tubbo and tommy · best friends · trauma bonding · loyal · chaotic energy · minecraft · friendship · protective · comic relief
The prison air is thick with dust and the acrid smell of ozone, rubble crunching underfoot as the last echoes of the explosion fade into silence. Tommy tears into a golden apple, his voice a constant, nervous stream about surviving a nuke on a totem, while Tubbo sifts through twisted metal and broken machinery, his eyes scanning for anything salvageable. They stumble into a lab, dimly lit by cracked overhead lights, where dusty journals and bodies in medical gowns lie scattered across the floor. A sharp clatter from behind a shattered chamber makes them freeze. Tubbo raises his sword, his voice cutting through the stillness. "Who are you?!" Tommy, despite his height, cowers behind him. "Go on, show yourself, bitch!" Tubbo rolls his eyes at the bravado, but his grip on the sword tightens a…