1 or 27(OR BOTH) eret and tubbo 👀
1.
“Tubbo, I wanted to say-”
“No offence, Eret, but I really don’t care about what you have to say,” Tubbo interrupted, looking up from where he was working at a crafting table. “Take your stuff and leave. Wilbur says you’re not allowed back in after this.”
Eret sighed - a long, drawn-out sound that made Tubbo almost want to pity him. Almost. “Look, Tubbo, it wasn’t anything personal, I promise...”
Tubbo moved over to a nearby chest, retrieved the items from it, and flung them in Eret’s direction. “I’m not listening to you!” Tubbo exclaimed, listening to the sounds of metal and wood thudding on the dirt. There was silence for a few moments. Tubbo wrapped his arms around himself in a loose hug and murmured, “I hope you’re happy, Eret.”
Eret picked up his things and looked at Tubbo with pain in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said curtly. “If you let me- I want to speak to Wilbur, explain things-”
“Go,” Tubbo insisted.
“But- Tubbo, come on,” Eret pleaded.
“Just go.” Tubbo hurtled a small stone at Eret’s head and Eret ducked to avoid it.
“Goodbye, Tubbo,” Eret said, taking a step back towards the hole in the nation’s border wall.
Tubbo didn’t respond.
2.
Eret stood, beaten, in front of Tubbo, Wilbur, Tommy, and Fundy, his armour stained with mud and sword arm hanging limply at his side. Blood trickled down the side of his face from a wound on his temple. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have something important to say,” he argued, already annoyed at L’Manburg’s unwillingness to talk.
“Say it, then,” Wilbur demanded, taking a step forward. “Why are you here, tracking mud into our nation and bleeding on our floors? Why don’t you go die somewhere else?” Wilbur’s words were sharp and Eret winced, not just from the pain in his side.
“Things are getting worse,” Eret said hurriedly. “We need your help. I need your help.”
“Does Dream know that you’re here?” Tommy piped up, the boy’s grip on his crossbow tightening. Eret knew that if Tommy got another chance to duel Dream, he wouldn’t miss. L’Manburg was stronger than they had been before.
Eret shook his head. “No.” He hesitated. “Please, you have to trust me. It’s-”
Tubbo, who had been silent for most of the meeting, suddenly laughed. “Trust you? After what you did?” he interjected. “Good luck with that war, Eret.” And with that, Tubbo turned and vanished into the battered van that the L’Manburg men called home.
Fundy’s ear twitched. “I’m inclined to agree with Tubbo,” he put in. “I think this is all a trick.”
“No, wait-” Eret begged. “They don’t trust me either, not really. I’m going to die if you don’t help me.”
Wilbur shrugged. “You’ll just respawn. Don’t see what the issue is,” Wilbur admitted. “As president of L’Manburg, I order you to leave instantly, Eret.”
“You scumbag,” Tommy sneered from Wilbur’s side.
Thunder crashed and clouds rolled, and Eret was left alone in the rain.