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Tubbo woke up early; the sun had just started to rise. The sunrise is pretty, but he has work to do. He needs to find a way home, but first, he needs to find Phil. Tubbo quickly puts away his “bed” and grabs an apple before heading to Phil’s. By the time he had gotten to Phil’s, the sky was almost its usual bright blue. He knocked on the door, waiting for the avian to answer. Surprisingly to Tubbo, it wasn’t Phil who answered the door but a small boy around the same age as Micheal.
“Oh, hello there.” Tubbo offers a warm smile to the boy.
Who are you? the boy responded in sign language, oddly enough/
The goat hybrid is about to speak when he is interrupted by Phil, “Tubbo? How are you, mate? What brings you here this early?”
It takes the young male a second to register everything that was said before replying, “...I-I’m doing alright. I came to ask you a bit about this place. I didn’t get much of an explanation yesterday.” He looked up from the boy, his eyes meeting Phil’s. The older male moved to the side before gesturing for Tubbo to enter the house.
“Come on in, mate, it’s a bit chilly this morning.” Tubbo walks inside and Phil shuts the door behind him.
“Thanks, Phil…Who is this?” He asks while gesturing to the small boy.
Phil’s face lights up with a bright smile, ”This is Chayenne! My son!”
“Oh? Hello, I’m Toby, though everyone calls me Tubbo,” He smiles softly.
Chayenne waves at the goat hybrid with a hesitant smile, moving closer to Phil. Philza lets out a soft chuckle as he rests a hand on Chyaenne’s head.
“He’s a bit hesitant about new people. He’ll warm up to you, it just takes time.”
Tubbo nods, “I get that. It’s good that he is cautious.”
“Besides that, what brings you here, mate?”
“I was wondering if you know how I got here? How did we all get here?”
“That I’m unsure of. All I remember is waking up on a train on its way to the island.” With this response, Tubbo goes quiet, unhappy with what he was just told. “So you have no memory of how you ended up here?”
“Not one clue. I was walking around then it all went black. The next thing I knew was that I woke up on a train.” Phil’s voice has a serious undertone as he speaks.
“No one else on the Island remembers much about their past or how they got here. We all remember just waking up and being stuck on the island, unable to escape.”
Tubbo doesn’t like this information, “So you are telling me people have tried to leave and we just can’t?”
“That’s correct. Any attempts to escape fail. There is no leaving the island,” Phil sighs before picking up a small girl who wandered into the room.
Tubbo goes quiet, getting lost in his thoughts: “Is there no way to escape? Am I stuck here forever? Will I ever see Michael again? I need to leave. I will find a way.” His thoughts race through his mind.
The world around him seems to stop and go quiet. All Tubbo can hear is his panicked thoughts, and his body is frozen.
“...oby?
“Toby?!”
A hand on his shoulder shakes him back to reality as he realizes that someone is calling his name. After taking a second to regain himself he looks up to see a worried look on Phil’s face.
“Toby, are you okay, mate? You zoned out for a bit.”
He finally meets the older male’s eyes and says, “Y-yeah. Sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you.”
“It’s fine, Mate. Why don’t you go sit down and I’ll get you some water.”
Tubbo nods.
“Okay.”
Chayenne leads him to the sofa while Phil gets him a glass of water. Tubbo sits down on the sofa, his radiant emerald green and sapphire blue bi-coloured eyes hazy with thought as his face is painted worry.