" Tommy! " A voice shouts.

Tommy jumps right awake. He gets up and turns around to walk out the door, still weary from sleep. He opens the door and a gust of chilling air. He shivers and then continues the search. His breathing is shaky.

" Tommy?!" The voice says, sounding familiar, but in a way his sleepy-mind cant peace together.

" D-Dream?!" He shouts back at the voice, who he now knows is on the other side of the wall. " Is that you?! I'll fucking kill you if you don't go away and leave me alone!"

" No, it's Tubbo! Don't worry! " The voice says from the other side of the wall.

" That's something Dream would say!" Tommy says, paranoid.

" Just let me in! " Tubbo yells.

" Fine.." Tommy says, accepting that the voice sounds too much like Tubbo for it not to be him, unless Dream had been practicing his impressions during prison.

He goes over to the yellow and black striped wall and throws a rope ladder over it for Tubbo to climb over with.

Tubbo gets over the wall and looks at Tommy. Tommy sees Tubbo's red eyes, a giveaway that he had been crying.

" Tubbo, you okay, man? What's wrong?"

" I'm fine, it's just... Ranboo, "

Ranboo. 

Ranboo died. Tommy had been so busy preparing for the worst that he hadn't yet really processed what happened that day, but now it hits him like a truck.

" I'm so sorry," Tommy says, giving Tubbo a hug.

they stand there hugging for a while.

" I... I miss him." Tubbo says, tone sad.

Tubbolets go of the hug.

" But it's been two weeks, I don't think I have any more tears to shed. Plus, that's not why I came here. " Tubbo says. "It's Christmas eve, I was wondering if you would like to spend the day in Snowchester with Mickel and me? "

Christmas eve? Already? Tommy hadn't properly celebrated Christmas in a long time. Not since the first and only Christmas in Lamanberg. He doesn't even remember if he celebrated at all I the past three years, and he is not sure if he would even want to start trying to remember the past three years.

" I don't know... I mean, Dream is still out there; I still need to prepare. " Tommy says, wringing his hands together.

" Tommy, come on! You have been in here for weeks preparing! A day or two off wouldn't hurt!" Tubbo says, motioning to Tommy's clearly tiered and tense stature. " You could use a break"

" I cant... I cant what if he comes and kills me? " Tommy asks, looking around, waiting for a mere sign that Dream is lurking behind a corner. " In fact, It's too dangerous out here, lets go inside. "

Tommy leads Tubbo to his dirt shack. Once the both of them are in, he shuts the door. 

" Tommy, I get your scared, -I am too!-, But you have done all you can at this point to prepare, and I'm afraid if you keep panicking any more you will start growing grey hairs and have a heart attack! " Tubbo says, following the other over to a chest.

" I have not! " Tommy protests whilst fishing through his chest for a pickaxe.

Tubbo looks over at a bulletin board on the wall, covered in plans for practically any situation that could occur.

"It's really only necessary." Tommy defends.

Tubbo stands there for a minute, trying to think of a way to convince him.

" Well, think about it like this. Your house would be the first place Dream would think of attacking. " Tubbo explains, pitching it as if he is a salesman. " It would be safer, and I could even give you back-up if he tries to hurt you!"

Tommy pauses for a second, thinking.

A smile creeps up his face.

" Tubbo, you're a genius!" Tommy shouts. " Okay, I'll spend Christmas with you. "

" See? I knew you would come around! " He says, happy.

" Well, first I need my things. " Tommy says.

He proceeds to grab stacks of golden apples, ender pearls, potions, and weapons. He puts on his nephrite armor and shield.

" Alright, I'm ready!" Tommy says, ready to go.