I will be updating my commission info and contracts in the face of yet more A I bullsh*t because even more scammers are out there generating the sketch-line art-flats-full shading stuff that makes even more work for actual artists to prove that we do what we actually do. That, and more and more people are taking sketches and feeding them into AI and then not paying. So. Yay. 😒
It looks like I’ll also be adding an area in my commission form to make a formal request for a screen recording/time lapse/live stream of the commission, as well. Which will be more work for me, but might help some folks be more at ease with the process. 👍
As always, I’m super appreciative of both my Patreons and commissioners, and I hope this helps rather than be super annoying lol. 😭
gave up on tweening cus it made me so viscerally frustrated and decided to do a quick little frame by frame animation instead who knows i might clean it up and finish it later
“I’ve made all the necessary calibrations, so it should prove to be functional… but we won’t know for certain until it’s tested.”
Blurr looked over at the black device wrapped around his wrist, flexing his servo a bit. It was surprisingly flexible, but it didn’t stick out. Its purpose was to mask his energy signature from the Decepticons and if it actually worked, he would finally be free to come and go from the base whenever he pleased. Ratchet had at first attempted to cloak his energy signature the same way the rest of the team had it done, but it didn’t agree with his unique signal. So after a bit of tinkering, this was their best option.
“I’m going to bridge you to a remote location,” Ratchet said. “You’ll remain there for a few minutes. If any Decepticons arrive, then contact me so I can return you to base immediately.”
Blurr nodded in understanding, saving his words.
As soon as power went to the groundbridge, he was gone, itching to get this over with. The only time he’d managed to get some fresh air was when he disobeyed Ratchet to aid Bulkhead with his fight against Silas. That had been two days ago. Yes, he was more than ready to see beyond the rock walls of their base.
On the other side of the bridge was a grassy clearing. When he looked up, he found a mountain that towered over the rest of the land, the very top shrouded in clouds. A stream cut through the valley, the water trickling off into the woods. He made a face as he studied the cramped looking forest and turned the other way. He was in no rush to go back in there.
Ratchet hadn’t lied when he called this place remote. There wasn’t a human or bot in sight.
It wasn’t like solitude was a stranger to him. More often than not, his undercover missions meant he’d be on his own for a very, very long time. It was something he got used to after a certain point.
Blurr let himself sit down. He wouldn’t lie to himself and say he wasn’t exhausted. The first night he recharged had helped, but that grew to be less effective. He needed energon. Before going on missions, he always calculated how much he would need and then always took a little extra in case his stay extended. He never let himself fall too weak, his energon tank never falling under half empty.
He didn’t have the resources to operate that way this time.
Not only was he unsure if he could even consume the strange blue energon here, but he also knew it was in limited supply. He’d seen their energon storages, the number low for six bots. They were struggling just to survive. He didn’t want to make it any harder for them than it already was. He’d fed them the little lie that Cybertronians in his reality could survive for a long while without any new dosages of energon. So far, it was holding up.
They were bound to catch on eventually.
He’d deal with that when the time came. For now, they wouldn’t have to worry.
He sat there for maybe ten, fifteen minutes until Ratchet’s voice cut through the silence to let him know the bridge was about to open. When Ratchet had told him a few minutes, he thought it’d be more around five or six, but he wasn’t going to complain.
Blurr was about to find out why things had been slightly delayed.
Smokescreen had decided it’d be a good idea to expose himself to a human, and that was a big no-no with these bots. That got Blurr a little more awake.
“Sorry, did you say that Smokescreen blew his cover? How’s that even possible when your most important rule is to stay hidden and be robots in disguise?” He did put air quotes around the robots in disguise. “What made him think that was even remotely a good idea? Actually, hang on for a nanoklik, where’d he even go?”
“Out having driving lessons with Jack,” Arcee said and if her tone was anything to go by, she was less than thrilled by it. “You don’t need any, do you?”
He gawked at her like she’d called him every insult imaginable. “Hello, excuse me, intelligence officer who was stationed on Earth for weeks undercover in vehicle mode? I know that’s come up once or twice, there's no way that it hasn’t, so I obviously know the rules of the road!”
She didn’t seem too fazed by him. She just looked down at him, another reminder that he was the smallest bot on the team. “Sorry I asked.”
“While you may know the basics,” Ratchet interjected. “I have some concerns regarding your vehicle mode. There’s no question that it stands out, seeing as nothing else exists on Earth that quite matches it.”
“Are you saying you want me to scan something else?” He put a hand to his chest, wounded for a second time. He could understand why they wanted him to switch to something else, but he was surprisingly attached to it. Did he even have enough energy to scan a new alt-mode? It was a good question, one he might be forced to discover the answer to.
“If you plan on venturing out in your vehicle mode, then yes.”
There was no time for Blurr to formulate any kind of response. They were interrupted by Smokescreen driving back into the base, hitting the breaks as he opened the door for Jack. The pair were cackling, laughing harder than Blurr had heard from either of them.
“I am so posting this tonight!” He had his attention locked onto his phone before he looked up at the others. “Arcee, Arcee! Check out Vince’s car!” He held his little flip phone up to show off whatever his grand achievement was.
“The bully?” she asked, unimpressed. Out of a burning curiosity, he also leaned down to get a peek. It was just a picture of some sports car trashed in Earth food. That felt… underwhelming. It was the complete opposite of what Blurr considered funny, but humor was a spectrum, one that Jack and Smokescreen were evidently on the other end of. “Hey Vince, did you want fries with that?” He and Smokescreen started cracking up again.
Arcee rose back to her full height but didn’t take her optics off Jack. “Let me get this straight. So you taught Smokescreen everything he never needed to know about fast food?”
“He passed driver’s ed,” Jack shrugged, making his way past them. “Work hard, play hard.” It sounded like something his Bumblebee would say.
“Yeah,” Smokescreen nodded and followed his driving instructor. “No humans were harmed in the making of these photos, honest!”
The two-wheeler watched the pair go, rolling her optics and shaking her head. She was like a worried mentor-bot that disapproved of her mentee’s choices. Since arriving on Earth, Blurr had learned the human equivalent of that was called a mom. He didn’t say that to her face though. Instead, he waited until the two were out of the room before speaking.
“Do you not trust Smokescreen?”
She sighed. “I don’t trust him to consider Jack’s safety. He’s still green. That doesn’t change with a couple of victories. And he’s an easy target for Decepticons.”
“So, you don’t trust him,” Bee chimed in.
“It’s a reasonable concern,” Ratchet said. “He’s still immature and inexperienced… a combination that can prove to be a recipe for disaster.”
“Thanks for the pep-talk, Ratchet,” Arcee said dryly.
Blurr wondered what they’d say if they knew just how green he really was. Would they jump to calling him an amateur rookie? He didn’t find that all too fair. He’d seen action too! Sure, it may not quite be like the kind of action these bots were used to, but it was still something. Thinking about it for too long gave him a processor ache. That, or his exhaustion was just getting to him.
He stuck around a little longer and listened to their conversations, tossing in his own tidbits every now and then. It was just the four of them. Bulkhead was chasing down the energon signal that Bumblebee and Smokescreen had to abandon. Optimus was still decoding. He wasn’t sure if the Prime even took any breaks.
Eventually though, Blurr returned to his berth. The problem wasn’t with recharging, it was with energon.
He really had to confront that.
He should confront it right now, actually.
And yet, he did not. He couldn’t exactly say why he didn’t. Maybe he was waiting on more test results from Ratchet. Or maybe… maybe he was just afraid. He was afraid that this energon wouldn’t work out right with him and it would kill him and then he’d never get back to his universe. If he died here, would he go to his Allspark, or theirs? Or would he fade away into nothing but a distant memory?
He didn’t like that thought very much. It made him uneasy, allowing his thoughts to drift to darker places than before.
He scolded himself immediately, forcing all that out of mind. He was not going to die here. He would find a way back home and everything would be set right.
With that one positive thought, he willed himself into stasis, even though it wouldn’t do him any real good.
—
While Blurr was powering down, the other Autobots were still very much active.
“I am nearly finished decoding the next Iacon coordinates,” Optimus said. His fingers moved across the keyboard like second-nature to him. Those centuries of being an archivist were finally paying off.
An alert diverted their attention.
“You may not need to complete your task, Optimus.” Ratchet said, knowing what it meant. The screen left behind the Cybertronian code to reveal a signal activated in a corner of the globe.
“An Iacon locator beacon,” he stated.
“It seems the Decepticons have already excavated the next relic,” the medic said. That did not spell out good news for them.
“Ratchet, triangulate coordinates and activate the groundbridge.” Optimus knew the stakes. Losing just one relic to the Decepticons could spell disaster. Ratchet knew it too, not even wasting one moment before carrying out his orders.
The rest of the Autobots assembled, minus two. “Where is Smokescreen and Blurr?”
“Smokescreen’s out training again with Jack,” Arcee said. “And Blurr decided to take a quick power down.”
“Maybe bots need more rest from where he’s from?” Bulkhead suggested.
There wasn’t any time to round them up. “We cannot wait,” Optimus decided. “Autobots, transform and roll out!”
It was just like old times, when it was just the four of them that set out on missions. They had been able to manage then, they could do the same now. Except, there was one small issue with their plan.
The whole thing was a distraction.
—
Blurr awoke to find he was feeling only slightly better, and that the rest of the team was gone.
Figures.
Oh, the news only got better. None of them were responding to Ratchet’s attempts at communication, a second Iacon beacon had appeared, and Smokescreen was the only viable option since Blurr had not yet made it known that he was awake. The first thing he saw was Smokescreen taking Jack through the groundbridge with him while Ratchet’s back was turned, rendering him blind to the catastrophe that was no doubt about to unfold. Arcee was not going to be happy about this. That led to Blurr making the first decision that came to mind.
Follow them through at the last minute.
He made it in the nick of time, stationed behind his two oblivious comrades.
“I just pulled a Miko,” Jack said, sounding dejected. This was a new low for him.
“Smokescreen–” He ignored the way they both jumped, completely caught off guard. “–I can’t believe you would be reckless enough to bring Jack along on a potentially dangerous mission like this when you’ve already broken one very major rule today! I’ve been on this Earth a shorter period of time than you— a few days, in fact —but somehow I’ve seemed to grasp the concept ‘Do not endanger humans’ better than you have! And Jack, I really thought you were sensible enough not to sneak off for missions especially after I recently got in trouble for doing the exact same thi-”
“Blurr, Blurr, relax!” Smokescreen raised his hands up in a gesture that was meant to be calming, but made him feel the opposite. “All we’re gonna do is snag the relic and give Ratchet a call to bridge us back to base, easy as that. It’ll be fine,” he said breezily. “Quick mission, in and out. Quick’s your whole thing, right?”
Usually it was. Being low on energon put a dent into that. “I-”
“Good.” He clashed his fists together, action-ready. “Let’s go grab a relic.”
Smokescreen took the lead and Blurr carried Jack in his hands so his small, considerably weaker human legs wouldn’t have a problem keeping up.
They came upon a few boulders to take cover behind and get a sense of what they would be dealing with. A rocky clearing at the bottom of a cliffside. That would be normal enough, if there weren’t Decepticons crawling around the place. Drills laid motionless, the need for them having passed. They were gathered around a very specific area, the relic being encased in the stone.
“Whoa,” Jack squinted. “It’s a sword.”
“Not just any sword. That looks like the Star Saber.” Jack and Blurr had no idea what he was referring to, so it was time for him to lay down some legend. “A legendary weapon forged by Solus Prime. As lore would have it,” he added, somewhat awkwardly. “It’s rumored to wield the power of the Matrix.”
“I realize this may not be the best time, but who is Solus Prime and what is the Matrix?” Blurr questioned. He was met with wide stares from both Smokescreen and Jack. He was definitely missing some important context here.
Smokescreen just sat there in disbelief. “Wait, you seriously don’t have the Thirteen Primes or Matrix of Leadership back in your universe? The Thirteen Primes are some of our most important stories, and the Matrix is the most important artifact that the Autobots have! Its power is what made Optimus into a Prime!”
Oh. Definitely important context, he concluded. Even though it sounded slightly fabricated. “So if I’m understanding this correctly, the Thirteen Primes and the Matrix of Leadership contain some sort of mystical elements?”
“Well, when you put it like that-”
“Guys!” Jack put a stop to the quick history lesson. “Star Saber, remember?”
“Right,” Smokescreen said. He smiled, lost in a dream of glory. “I’m gonna make Optimus proud.”
Blurr crossed his arms and gave a judging look. “You might want to rethink that, considering you’re endangering Jack by having him here. I suspect Optimus would be more disappointed in you rather than proud.”
“Bringing back the Saber would balance it all out,” he reasoned.
He didn’t even get to move a foot before Jack stopped him. “Not a good idea,” he warned.
“Why?”
“Because Megatron’s here.”
They followed Jack’s gaze, setting their sights on the deathbringer. Blurr’s optics nearly popped out of his sockets when he saw him. This Megatron was massive, a terrifying warmonger adjourned with spikes on his shoulders and covered in a shiny gray. He looked like the kind of bot who would split open someone’s helm with just one headbutt. He was giving out orders to his troops, orders they did not hesitate to obey. Blurr could guess what would happen if they failed.
“The Dark Lord himself,” Smokescreen whispered. Despite the nightmare of a bot that stood before them, he didn’t look any less cocky. “He won’t know what hit him.”
“Smokescreen, wait!” Jack threw up an arm to block his path, not that it would do any real good. “Something isn’t right. Why doesn’t Megatron just take the Star Saber?” Blurr found that to be a very compelling point and took his time to analyze.
Smokescreen, on the other hand, did not. “Germaphobe?” Nobody laughed.
Blurr’s processor was beginning to match the pieces together. “If the Star Saber really was forged by this Solus Prime and contains the power of the Matrix, then maybe it’s possible that only a Prime is able to wield it!” he suggested, optics wide. “The relic is useless to Megatron since he doesn’t possess the Matrix, meaning he’s unable to harness its abilities!”
Jack pursed his lips together, his jaw tightening. If only a Matrix-bearer could remove the sword, then they couldn’t either. Only Optimus could, and there was no way they would be able to fight off the ‘Cons long enough for the others to come retrieve it. “Seriously, we need to wait for backup,” he insisted. Blurr’s spirits lifted at that. The kid was proving to be reasonable after all!”
Smokescreen looked back out at the Star Saber. “You heard Ratchet,” he said and leapt up to the top of the boulder. Oh, no, Blurr was feeling a very bad plan was heading their way. The rookie then proceeded to jump down into the fray without even the slightest hesitation.
He went in blasters blazing, dodging blasterfire and gunning down Decepticons like cannon fodder. He was making a break for the Star Saber… he reached it, but Blurr’s theory proved to be correct. Only a Matrixbearer could move it.
And Smokescreen was far from one.
One ‘Con got the drop on him, firing at him in the back. He went down, while the rest began to close in.
Blurr sometimes hated being right.
“This can’t be happening,” Jack managed. “Blurr, you have to go down there and help him!”
“Jack, I’m only equipped with an energy saw! The odds of me getting through all of them and carrying Smokescreen out of there are exceedingly low!”
“You have to try!” he said desperately. He whipped out his phone, hands shaking as he began to punch in the right number. “I’ll call Ratchet, he’ll… be able to…” He trailed off at the sound of heavy footsteps directly behind them. Neither him or Blurr wanted to turn around to face it, as if staying still would make it go away. But if they wanted to live, they’d have to move.
Looming behind them was the hulking figure of an insecticon.
Blurr grabbed Jack and took off running just as it slammed down a clawed hand right where they’d been standing. It tilted its head, wondering where they’d disappeared to before it spotted them again. It hissed, showing off all its very sharp teeth and charged, only to find it had once again missed its target.
He hated the woods, but this one didn’t feel as compressed. It provided some cover and he would take any cover he could get if it meant keeping Jack safe.
“I’m sorry Jack, but Smokescreen will just have to wait!” he said hurriedly. He ignored the sound of a tree crashing down behind them followed by stomping footsteps. Now it was time to call in for backup. “Ratchet, come in Ratchet! We have an urgent situation here! We found the second relic to be the Star Saber and Smokescreen went in to retrieve it but has now been captured by Decepticons while Jack and I are evading an insecticon!” He had the tendency to speak even faster when under pressure.
“Blurr?” Ratchet’s voice came through sounding deeply confused. “When in the name of Cybertron did you even pass through the groundbridge? Why is Jack with you? And did you say Star Saber?”
“Yes!” he screamed frantically. “We need immediate backup!”
“Hold out for a little longer!”
He took that as confirmation that help would be arriving soon. He was praying to the Allspark that it was a yes.
As slow as it was, the insecticon just didn’t quit. For a moment, he imagined the morbid picture of it stepping on Jack and then picking him up to promptly rip him in half. He grit his denta and ejected that thought out of his processor immediately.
It felt like he was going around in circles with this thing. He wanted to stay close to the Star Saber, that way he could catch glimpses of Smokescreen. That idea was beginning to fall apart as the insecticon picked up on this pattern.
He stole one last glance at Smokescreen, who was getting dragged over to Megatron, and then back out at the forest. Please don’t hate me for this, he begged. Then, he ventured deeper into the cover of the trees. He was pushing the limits of his speed right now, burning off even more fuel. It might not have been the best idea, but he had to. For Jack’s sake.
He kept going until the insecticon was out of sight.
“Remind me to never drive with you…” Jack looked like he was going to be sick. “Think it’ll keep hunting us?”
“That depends on how long its attention span lasts…” Blurr set him down gently, his vision spinning. He didn’t have a clue as to how he was still functioning, perhaps out of sheer willpower or some kind of spite. He wasn’t exactly feeling spiteful at the moment, so he chalked it up to willpower.
“The other bots are coming… right?”
He opened his mouth to say Yes, of course they were, but instead he swayed and things went dark for a scary moment before his vision returned. He grabbed onto the closest tree for support, which was luckily a sturdy one.
“Whoa, Blurr, are you okay?” Jack scurried over to his side, looking over at the bot helplessly.
“Fine,” he lied. That came out much less convincing than he had hoped.
“No, you’re not. Did you get hit?” All he got as an answer was a shake of his head. “Okay… just sit tight, I’ll call for help.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he remembered how he’d lost his phone during the insecticon attack. “Scrap… do you have enough strength to use the comms?”
Blurr just turned his head in the direction they’d come. There were shots going off. Someone was fighting. “I may not have to. Ratchet has a lock on my signal and he knows you’re with me. So, hopefully… someone’s on their way.”
—
Arcee wasn’t angry. No, she was well past anger. She was absolutely livid.
The supposed relic they’d been tracking more had been nothing more than a ruse, leaving them irritable and on guard. Everyone knew something was wrong the minute Ratchet stepped foot through that groundbridge.
And now Jack was in danger.
Her spark threatened to hammer out of her chest as she sliced and beat her way through any Decepticons foolish enough to stand in her way. The whole time, Ratchet was giving her directions to where Blurr was. If Blurr was there, then so was Jack. He had to be.
She wasn’t about to lose another partner.
An insecticon was coming up in her path fast, one that was scrounging around for something. It had to be the one that was after Blurr and Jack. The only good news was that it hadn’t found them yet.
With a quick survey of her surroundings, she launched a lone boulder at the overgrown bug that sent it tumbling down in a daze. A few quick shots to the head finished it off.
“You’re nearly there Arcee, keep moving straight.”
“Got it, Ratchet.” Through the trees, she could see bright blue. Blurr. Huddled close next to him was Jack. “I found them, Ratchet.”
At the sound of his guardian’s familiar voice, Jack’s face lit up. “Arcee!”
Yes, she was relieved to see him, but that did not diminish her rage. “What could you have possibly been thinking?” she snapped harshly.
“Not now,” he said, waving a dismissive hand and Arcee could hear the fear in his voice. “Something’s wrong with Blurr!”
Her head snapped in his direction at that. She’d been so focused on Jack, she hadn’t even paid any real attention to him. “Blurr? Can you hear me?”
His optics trailed over to where she was standing. “Yes,” he croaked out. There wasn’t a single scratch on him, yet he looked exhausted and ill. Traveling universes… was that enough to kill a bot? Did it drain them somehow? Her energon ran cold just at the thought of it.
“Ratchet, I need a groundbridge stat. It’s Blurr.”
No other further info was required. The bridge opened for them and Blurr forced himself to stand fully. He didn’t notice Arcee was at his side until she had an arm supporting him, firm yet also gentle.
She might’ve been saying something, but he didn’t focus on it all too much on the words. He was more preoccupied with the overwhelming urge to shut his optics and fall into stasis. It was possible that powering down could conserve some energy… yet, at this rate, it was also possible that powering down meant never starting back up again. He would’ve had more time if he hadn’t come on this mission. Then again, if he’d stayed, Jack might’ve been in a far worse position.
“-him over here.”
Suddenly he’s in the base again, sitting down on a medical berth with Ratchet scanning over him.
There’s another sound— something resembling frustration —and Ratchet’s speaking again. “His energon supply is dangerously low.” Then he barked out an order to Arcee and a cube of energon’s being brought over.
He kept on fading in and out, not fully aware of everything that was happening around him. But they were giving him energon now, he was safe. That being the case, his muddled mind couldn’t come up with a reason not to slip into stasis for a bit. After the week he’d been having, he fragging deserved some peace.
—
“Is– Is he okay?” Jack asked, noticing the tiny bot had fallen unconscious.
Ratchet administered an IV to him. Blue energon flowed through instead of Blurr’s normal pink. “He should be with time… but there’s no clear way of telling if he’ll be compatible with our version of energon. While I have studied his and seen some similarities, there isn’t enough for me to be confident that this will work. But, given our circumstances… we don’t have any other options.”
“When you said his energon was low… does that mean he’s been starving himself?” Arcee asked quietly. The grim expression he wore said enough.
“Why would he do that?” Jack wondered aloud.
“The simple answer is that I don’t know. Blurr, in most ways, is still an enigma to me, but I’m certain that he did this to himself intentionally.”
That definitely warranted a talk with the racer once he was well. None of them entertained the idea of if.
Not long after did they receive word to bring the rest of the team back to base. All four came back unharmed, Star Saber in Optimus’s hand.
“Whoa, what happened to him?” Bulkhead asked, gesturing to Blurr.
“Energon deficiency.”
“Oh– wait, what?”
Ratchet frowned. “We don’t quite have all the details either. He’s going to be fine, though.” Probably. Hopefully.
“I wish he’d been there to see Optimus slice that mountain,” Smokescreen said. “I mean, how epic was that? I saw it with my own optics!” He did a quick, much less exciting reenactment of the swing, pretending to swing a sword. “But I still don’t believe it.”
The last of Arcee’s patience dissipated. “You know what I don’t believe? That after everything you’ve been told, you still put a human at risk!” She had one finger pointed accusingly at him, ready to tear into him even further. She had plenty of choice words for him.
Jack tried to come to his rescue. “Arcee, it wasn’t his fault, I shouldn’t have go-”
“Don’t you even start with me! We’ll talk tomorrow.” There was no room for debate. “Send Jack home,” she added, sharing a quick look with Ratchet and he did so wordlessly.
The teenager hung his head in defeat, sulking to the groundbridge but stealing one last glance back. Smokescreen met his gaze, mustering up a half-hearted smile.
“Green for go.”
Once he disappeared into the bridge, it closed.
“We’ve been in need of another Autobot in our ranks, not another child,” Arcee said, pressing on.
“Look, Arcee… I was wrong. And I’m sorry… again,” he said shamefully. “And if you need to kick me off Team Prime-”
“Disregard for human safety, or anyone’s safety,” Optimus took a few steps closer, “will not be tolerated. Do you understand?” The handle of the Star Saber rested in his hand, the blade standing firmly from the ground.
“Fully, sir.” Smokescreen didn’t shy away from Optimus’s steely gaze, meeting it humbly head on. He thought about how quickly things could’ve gone south if Blurr hadn’t been there to protect Jack, or if the ‘Cons had eventually caught up with them…
“We must never lose sight of the fact that upon this Earth, we are titans. And such power must be used wisely.” No one had any disagreeing opinions to share. Even if they did, they wouldn’t have gotten a word in… due to the fact that the Star Saber had begun to light up blue.
if ian had just gotten his hands around mickey's neck in the tire-iron fight they'd have saved themselves at least four seasons of repression and denial.
Like techno- I know you have a whole saying about the universal language is violence or something..
but this is an smp. we all speak English. There is no need for a universal language when we all already have a better language to use.
Seriously, trust me when I say people will listen to you if you give them a solid argument against the government rather than try to murder them, it’s why court houses don’t have shoot offs.
And no, long speeches before you murder them doesn’t count. Your hero speech with Theseus did not envoke a realization into Tommy, he just has trauma now.
Seriously so much shit could’ve been resolved if people just fuckin spoke. Like schlatt would’ve probably still be seen as a possibly okay leader if he like.. didn’t execute Tubbo, and just exiled him instead yknow? Perfectly reasonable to exile a national traitor, less reasonable if you exile them infront of everyone..
And also the stays in the pit thing?! Yeah that was useless- Tommy was still upset techno killed Tubbo the fight changed nothing other than force him to stop yelling at techno at that moment. It would’ve been so much more understandable if techno explained his high pressure situation & if Tommy fuckin listened.
Aka: Dream smp y’all have an issue with violence. Talk shit out, go to a therapist god damn.
