Lads on tour

Song/s: You were my friend- Amanda Fagan

Trigger warning/s: None

Word count: [2028]

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They continued sailing silently for a while, Dream leading the way as their boats crossed an ocean.

"Dream, how long am I exiled for? When can I just go back?" Tommy asked desperately, a hint of sadness still in his voice.

"You can't."

Tommy only sighed, sounding exhausted about the situation.

"So, where do you want to go?" Dream asked Tommy.

"Let's go over there!" Ghostbur exclaimed enthusiastically, pointing towards a not too distant island, "It looks like a good spot for a holiday."

"Okay," y/n agreed, trying to keep some energy for Ghostbur's sake.

"No," Tommy persisted, "I don't want to ho anywhere. I want to go ba-

y/n shot him a hard glance, and so the blond haired boy reluctantly shut up.

The three boats came to a halt, as they reached the island.

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Once they reached the grass area, Dream started to create a kind of dirt hut... a pit, if you would call it.

"Give me all your things," the masked man demanded.

"No, they're mine!" Tommy argued back, receiving another hard glance from y/n.

Ghostbur however, obeyed.

"Here's my seeds, my gunpowder-

"No Ghostbur you don't-

"And my eggs, my flowers," the innocent Ghost continued, reeling off a list of his items, useless ones at that, and passing them to Dream.

But he wasn't satisfied.

"Tommy, y/n."

"No! There ours," Tommy was persistent.

y/n gave in. She had very little items on her anyways, and so she passed the random flowers and other items. However, there were a few things she kept.

Inside y/n's pocket, sat three small, leather notebooks. She hadn't written anything in them yet, but she had a feeling she'd want something to do, as they weren't leaving anytime soon, and Tommy and Ghostbur would be free to use them for whatever books they might want to write too.

After much more bickering between Tommy and Dream, the boy finally gave in, dropping all his armour and weapons. Of course, neither of them gave their phones either, but the devices were no use, in the middle of nowhere.

Luckily for y/n, she'd put all her other belongings of value into her Ender chest, a short while after the entire ordeal.

"Is that everything?" Dream double checked. He was responded to with simple nods.

He then placed TNT, from the endless stacks he owned, and blew up the items, in front of their eyes.

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Tommy looked as if he were about to have another outburst, but resisted the urge, stopping himself.

Dream started handing around various food items and blocks, which Tommy refused to take. y/n meanwhile, was still trying to process her own actions, but something was telling her that she had made the right decision. Hopefully she could be the one to stop Tommy taking brash and irrational actions.

But most of all, she'd chosen to go with them, to comfort Tommy. It was going to be hard for him, but y/n wanted to serve as a reminder to the boy that he was not alone.

"Bye!" Dream called in a friendly manner, like he hadn't just blown up all their items and exiled them.

"Bye Dream!" Ghostbur called back, equally as cheerful, as Dream left the three of them.

y/n and Tommy could barely utter a word to him. After all, they weren't thankful at all. But at least he most likely wouldn't be back to bother them.

And so the two kids and ghost stood for a while, a little lost, not having a clue what to do next, as rain soaked into their skin, and Ghostbur had to take shelter.

It wasn't looking up for them.

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"Apart from the rain, our holiday should be fun!" Ghostbur floated around energetically, since the weather had finally calmed down. y/n wished she could even manage to fathom even half of the ghost's enthusiasm.

"Well... it was a bit of a rocky start, but yeah," y/n agreed, smiling at Ghostbur. It didn't feel too forced. She guessed it was because Ghostbur just had that happy energy surrounding him.

"Listen guys," Ghostbur whispered mischievously to the two of them, despite there not being anyone else around, "You know how Dream blew up all our stuff... Look."

He pulled out his diamond shovel and axe.

"I still have all my tools!"

Tommy and y/n laughed somewhat cheerfully at the ghost's antics in return.

"Did any of you keep anything?" he asked thoughtfully.

"Apart from phones which won't even work out here, no," Tommy responded.

"Same, but I do have something else," y/n added, pulling the notebooks out of her pocket.

"Books!" Ghostbur and Tommy exclaimed in unison.

"I know it isn't much, but I thought we'd get bored out here, so I thought we could maybe each have a book to write," the girl explained, handing one to Ghostbur, one to Tommy, and keeping one for herself. She decided she would write a diary.

"I don't know what I want to write yet," Ghostbur informed, looking deep in thought. He loved books though. Reading and writing was one of his favourite pass times.

"I know exactly what I'm going to do with it," Tommy decided, somewhat beaming about his idea. Ghostbur and Tommy started lightly bickering about something, as siblings do, even if one of them is a ghost, but y/n started to gather some wood, followed shortly after by Ghostbur and Tommy, who did the same for a while.

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"I'm thinking of something right now!" Ghostbur blurted, a little out of the blue.

"What?" Tommy and y/n both turned to him, curious looks spread across the both of their faces.

"Lads on tour. Lads on tour," he started chanting.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we're lads..." Ghostbur began, but then turned to y/n, "It's arguable, but-

"I'm fine with being a lad," y/n laughed slightly, wondering where this conversation was going.

Okay. So we're lads, and we're on a holiday, which could also be known as being on tour! That's our name L.O.T!" the ghost explained.

"I don't want to be in the lot," Tommy said, half joking.

"But we're on tour! #ladsontour!"

"This is no tour Wil- Ghostbur. I do not want to be on tour right now," Tommy argued.

Well, neither did y/n, if she was to be completely honest. But Ghostbur didn't know any different, so she went along with it, for his sake, if nothing else.

"Tommy, we should embrace it," y/n encouraged.

"Hmm... I guess you're right," he agreed, looking up at the girl thankfully. He still didn't know why she'd stuck with him, why she'd purposely left L'Manburg.

But now wasn't the time for that conversation.

"Lads on tour!" Ghostbur cheered once again.

Tommy and y/n repeated the chat after him, half-heartedly at best, but it felt slightly better.

They continued to farm wood for a short while, then deciding to build a campsite. The island was a kind of place for a campsite.

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"So what should we call this place then?" y/n asked, placing the final log onto the build.

"Something to do with logs..." Tommy pondered, "Logstad?"

"Logsted!" Ghostbur suggested.

"Logstedshire!" Tommy decided, causing the trio to laugh. They all came to the final conclusion that it would be called Logstedshire, but Logsted for short.

They sat in the campsite for a little while, before some fresh, crisp, red apples fell upon their heads.

They ate them gratefully, the first bit of food they'd had for the entire day. A few minutes later, Ghostbur announced that he was going to be leaving.

"Bye Ghostbur!" y/n waved absent-mindedly at the ghost, before he faded into the night. y/n had learnt that ghosts could just do that.

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Tommy and y/n were left alone. Just between them, and the night sky. The crackling of the campfire filled the atmosphere, and was the only prominent noise for a while.

"Why did you do it?" Tommy questioned, looking down from the stars, and at y/n.

"I wanted to," the girl decided, "I'd rather choose you over whatever..."

"Tubbo," he finished.

"Yeah."

y/n couldn't say his name, it hurt in her mouth leaving a sour taste.

"He-he's becoming a monster," y/n sighed.

"Yes but I- I'm sorry," Tommy apologised.

"Me too."

There was a moment of silence, of the feeling of loss, in which Tommy and y/n shared.

"He is..." Tommy lost his train of though, changing his sentence, "He was my friend, and he was your cousin."

They were talking about Tubbo as if he were dead, but he may as well have been, for all they cared about the 'new Tubbo'.

"Tommy, the discs matter to you, and I understand why, so no matter what, we're going to get them back," y/n decided determinedly.

"Of course, someday. Music means a lot to me, as does friendship, and no matter what anyone says, they aren't just discs."

y/n lamented for a moment. They truly had lost a friend, a family member. y/n's only family member (A/N: autocorrect really called me out when trying to write only family smh). But she guessed it was all just natural. What the world threw at them.

"Y'know, he was under a lot of pressure, something about voices," y/n informed Tommy.

"Really?" he turned to the girl, a surprised expression on his face.

"Yeah, said he didn't want to turn into Schlatt, and then proceeded to start talking like him and do the opposite."

"I get voices too. I don't know if they're the same ones, but I get them. I just wish he would have told me," Tommy admitted, sighing.

"Said you were too busy for him."

"I would have dropped everything, you know that. If Tubbo needed to talk, I'd be right there. We never keep secrets," Tommy said, hints of anger in his voice, mixed with sadness.

"No use worrying now Tommy. It's going to be hard, but we've got each other."

"Just me, you and the logs y/n."

"Me, you and the logs Tommy."

They sat, drowning in an empty silence, until Tommy fell asleep, on y/n's shoulder and all.

She gently moved the boy, and lay him down on the log bench, taking off her jacket and laying it on him. y/n wasn't cold, and he needed it more.

She knew that the night would be against her, and so she wouldn't sleep a wink. So, she accepted, settling down onto the log bench opposite from where Tommy was sleeping. y/n took out her book, feeling the pages of it, opening to the first page, and steadily writing.

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Page 1

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This is the diary of y/n

Please do not read

This contains private information!

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Page 2

Dear diary,

I have started writing in you, as a way to express my feelings. As somebody once told me, I shouldn't keep all my feelings bottled up, and I don't want to pile them on Tommy, alas, here we are. This is my vent book, and so I'm sorry if I sound like a mess, because I am.

It's hard to have to pick a side, but I think my decision was right. I followed Tommy into his exile. I don't know wether what I did to Tubbo was right, but I couldn't stand it any longer, and my anger got the better of me.

I don't know about it all, it's so crazy how everything can just go downhill. Maybe life's just a game of truths and lies, in which we're all playing.

Goodnight,

y/n x

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She put the diary away safely, watching the stars as they passed, warming up to the fire, and attempting to sleep.

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A/N: Heyo!

How you all doing?

Hope you are good and thank you for reading this chapter. Also, Ghostbur is the most wholesome thing in the world, you can't change my mind.

Bye. x