Tubbo felt some guilt but if they came quickly Tubbo would feel worse. Sapnap and George grabbed some rope and tied the boys hands behind his back and sat him in a corner for show. Tubbo let his head thump against the wall and waited for Dream to return.

Dream had taken a good 30 minutes before he returned. 

“I said they have an hour.” Dream’s voice held no emotion and that made Tubbo curl into a ball. 

“Before what?” He was barely able to squeak out. 

“I told them I’d kill you, but don’t worry I won’t actually hurt you. I don’t know how Eret would take that.” 

They had been in Dreams base for what felt like hours, though Tubbo couldn’t really tell. At some point Tubbo heard a loud bang which made him jolt.

“Give him back you green bastard!” That was Tommy. He sighed in relief, he wondered how long he had been sleeping for. His back ached and he now had a slight headache from the noise.

“Tommy, we’ll give him what he asked for and we’ll take Tubbo and leave. Ok?” Wilbur’s voice was stern and annoyed. For what reasons? Tubbo couldn’t tell but when Sapnap grabbed him harshly and pulled him to his feet he was pulled from his daze. The older gripped his arm hard enough to give him bruises and he wondered if those were for show or not. When he was led outside and thrown into the arms of someone he let his body sag. He felt so exhausted even though he had slept for what seemed like a long time. 

The first thing he noticed was how dark it was. His heart dropped at that. He wanted to ask why they took so long. 

Had they really needed a whole morning and afternoon to decide whether or not he was worth it? 

He just hugged whoever was holding him and broke down.

“Shh, It’s ok Tubbo” Fundy was petting his hair and rubbing circles into his back. Trying his best to comfort the younger by saying he was safe.

Everything went by in a blur. He doesn’t really remember walking back to L’Manburg, he thinks they tried asking him what happened but he just couldn’t. Everything sounded muffled and he couldn’t really think. 

He remembers being led to a bed. Whose? He doesn’t really know that either. He remembers Niki and Jack staying for a while longer than everyone did. Longer than Tommy did. He doesn’t remember falling asleep. He just knows that he had to have because now he was awake. Everything felt fuzzy and his head was pounding. He groaned and forced himself up which his body heavily disagreed but he forced his way through it.

“You’re awake finally. Jeez took you forever.” He rubbed his eyes and looked at the boy in front of him

“Tommy, were you watching me sleep?” Tubbo’s brain wasn’t really working because what kind of fucking question was that.

“What the fuck, no. I just heard you being loud while passing by. Oh uhm, Wilbur wants to talk with you so when you’re ready he’ll be at the caravan.” Tommy said while exiting the room.

Tubbo groaned again and flopped back down onto the bed. His thoughts racing through his head.

Why did Wilbur want to speak? Was he in trouble? Why was Tommy not as annoyed as he thought? Why was-