-Tommy's POV, 1st-

It was a hot, summer's day on the SMP, and I, like the dignified man I was, was complaining about it to my best friend, Tubbo. He and I went way back, since the first day I joined the server, and before that, even. We were close, despite all the wars that we had been in— I had started most of them, but we'll ignore that— and I liked talking to him. He was a bit weird, however. An example of this is when, a couple of minutes ago, he flipped upside down into a handstand and continued talking to me as if it were normal. He simply walked the hard, oak planks on his hands, feet in the air. I didn't often question it, normally because all of the people on this server had something wrong with them. Like Quackity. He was addicted to drugs and men who hated him. Or Badboyhalo, who had a strange love for muffins.

There were some people basking in the sun as they worked on their projects, enjoying the tan they were getting, while others were inside, boarding up their windows. This was both to avoid the sun, and Schlatt, one of the dickhead dictators on this server. He had been elected president after he and Quackity made a dirty deal: Quackity would pool all Pogtopia 2020 votes with Schlatt 2020 votes, almost completely assuring him the win. Anyways, many people, like me and Wilbur- another of my friends- pretty much hated his guts, and would oft hide from him so as not to be approached.

Me and Tubbo weren't allowed to be together, and if we were seen by one of Schlatt's supporters, we'd be even more screwed than we already were. Fortunately, our destination was close by, and we didn't have much more risk of getting caught. Unfortunately, it was a place within Schlatt's range of sight and his party, so getting in would be a hassle. Tubbo got in pretty easily, considering that he was still doing a handstand somehow, but I wasn't so lucky. One of Schlatt's supporters had spotted me, and unless I ran quick, Schlatt would have my head for being in the 'private area' of what was now called Manburg. Private as in 'literally only Tommy and Wilbur can't be here because I don't like them'. I'm sure that, if Schlatt got ahold of me, he'd go off on a tangent about how much better 'Manburg' was now, how he had improved it, yada yada yada.

I slipped into the hole that lead down the familiar tunnels through what was once L'Manburgh, shivering at how familiar and yet how different it looked. I had been here before, many times, and I was brave, no doubt about it. I just hated seeing something that had been so pog destroyed, left half-done. Especially when I had worked very, very hard on it, with the occasional help of friends. I had lost sleep many nights just to make an unused tunnel that now led to nowhere. However, me and Tubbo knew that, at a certain point, there was an area of stone, behind it the old tunnel. And that was our little secret. Right?