It felt like yesterday when Tubbo burst in this cell.
She was loud, impulsive, and excited. Gave Jeremy a scare, and found himself locked in with her. She grinned widely while he groaned and felt as if he just met the devil himself.
Well, he did in the end. Not specifically the devil, but a devil, that being her husband. The only time they actually ever saw each other was when Tubbo beat the lights out of Tommy in public. Twice. One being a prank from her roomie, himself.
And now Tubbo sat here, on the cold floor with a box near her knees. She moved in this cell the day after- no, she moved in an hour after, actually. She hadn't had someone to talk to in a very very long time. Bubbles- well, maybe it was Bubbles, maybe not- but him and Fred, and some of the other workers, just spared a few glances and had a chat once or twice.
For a while, it was nice, you know? Tolerating each other- scratch that it was more tolerating Tubbo being a nuiscance, but nevertheless, they became fast friends. That's the charm she has on people, she says.
Slowly, for the time that they were roommates, the cell filled. Conversations, items, flowers placed in a pot near Tubbo's bed, the occasional shoving each other off the chair to use the computer, teasing, nightmares, comfort, sadness- lots of things were said and done here and they will forever remain that way.
Tubbo switched off the monitor of the PC. The CPU's got dust on the top, she hasn't cleaned it in a week. Her clothes, books and quills, leftover smuggled tools, and extra mementos were pulled from under her bed to be transferred from one box to another.
She opened her mouth to make some snide remark, something stupid, but then she remembered she'd be talking to no one.
No one again. Now isn't this familiar? How things were supposed to be? Prison wasn't supposed to be fun.
Tubbo feels like she could believe that again.
She hoists up her box, taking one last glance at the room, then at a little plushie that was gifted then gifted again. It smiled wide on white fur and fluffy ears, staying on what used to be the bed of whoever was here first, then now on what could be anyone's at this point. She hopes it'd stay abandoned, the first step to that hope was right out this door.
And the old cell door closes shut behind her.
