I do not know what this is. I just wanted Tubbo and Dream and then brain went boom and kept writing.

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The brunette finished the flower crown, placing it on the blond's head. "Done!"

"Thanks, Tubbo." The other replied, smiling.

"No problem Dream! If you told alive me from two months ago I would be making flower crowns for a dead Dream, he would tell you you were insane!"

"Understandable." Dream hummed, "Want me to braid your hair?"

"Uh, sure! Be careful with the horns though, they're fragile."

"I know, I literally have some myself."

"But yours are sheep horns! They could be different!"

"Fair point," Dream chuckled as he started to braid Tubbo's hair, his wings resting beside him. It had been about a month since both of them had died, Tubbo first. They had found a clearing in the woods nearby spawn, neither of them ready to face having to see their friends again. Unlike Ghostbur, they both remembered everything, and had decided that now they weren't alive there wasn't a point in hating eachother or holding grudges.

He grabbed a flower and placed it on the kid's hair. He didn't understand how he had decided to ruin his life, but he couldn't change the past now. During that month, they had both developed a sibling-like relationship, seeing they didn't have anyone else and where actually pretty similar.

Dream's mask rested beside him on the ground, with the notebook Tubbo had used to write down everything. He had offered to give the disc he had and the notebook to Tommy, but Tubbo declined, saying he would do it himself when he thought he was ready.

And ready seemed to be soon, even though they didn't want it to be.
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"It's not a problem, really!" Ghostbur chirped as he guided them down the prime path. "It's the least I can do as a fellow ghost!"

"Thanks again, you and Alivebur were a lot of help. Where is he, by the way?" Tubbo asked. It wasn't a secret Ghostbur and Alivebur were separate entities, and Alivebur had been brought back with Dream's book.

"Techno's looking over him, he placed buttons everywhere." He simply replied, before stopping near the white house. "Well, this is your stop! See you around!"

As the brunette walked(floated?) away with blue in his hands, Tubbo sighed. "Well, this is it."

"Yeah." Was the reply.

"Let's just get this over with," The younger hesitantly knocked on the door.

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Tommy was resting his head on the table, tired. So many things to do in such short time... he wondered how Tubbo had managed it.

Tubbo.

Where was he? Would he not come back as a ghost? It had been a whole month, and no one had seen any sort of clue that said he was back. Him and Dream, but no one was too worried about the green man's disappearance except Puffy, who wasn't too sad either as she thought death was better than prison.

He was now the president of L'manburg, seeing nor Tubbo nor Wilbur were there to be the president. It had taken a while of fighting with Techno until he agreed to let him go, (he didn't agree. He said "whatever, be a hero" and then walked away) and then he was back. Weird.

He continued his usual chain of thoughts until a knock on the door interrupted it. He gave out a non-energetic "open" and didn't even bother looking up to see who it was.

Until he heard a voice he hadn't expected to hear.

"...Tommy?" 

Tubbo.

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