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The sound of tires bouncing across the pavement echoed in the air on the empty road. Three people were sitting in a car, unaware of what was going to go down later that night. For now, all was blissful, all was peaceful. In the driver’s seat was Wilbur, a 23 year old man who had decided to take two teenagers with him on a road trip to a convention in the South. In the backseat was Tubbo and Tommy, both rowdy 16 year old’s. The night was dreadfully quiet, with no other cars driving down the road at the time. Lights only came from Wilbur’s car, leaving everything else in a dark glaze.
Wilbur was driving just below the speed limit, not willing to break any laws. “AYO BIG MAN WILBUR, WHY ARE WE GOING SO SLOWWWW,” Tommy agonizingly groans, complaining with a trace of boredom in his voice. “I’m not going to break the law, Tommy.” Wilbur grits his teeth, already regretting bringing this child with him. “Wilbur’s right, Tommy… You’re being a little impatient, don’t you think?” Tubbo scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. “C’MON MATE, WHY WE GOTTA BE SLOW!! NOBODY’S EVEN ON THE ROAD WITH US, IT DOESN’T MATTER!” His voice had a very thick british accent. “Just turn the radio on and chill out, you bastard!” Wilbur yells. “Alright, can someone pass the aux cord?” Tubbothy chimes in, trying to defuse the situation. Tommy gives his friend the aux cord.
“I did my best to type this,” Tubbo turns on a playlist all too familiar to the three boys. The very iconic 9 notes stand out, and everyone starts singing. “BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BOW WOW WOW~” Tommy starts them off. “HOW DOES A BASTARD, ORPHAN SON OF A-” Wilbur continues. “And a scotsman, dropped into the middle of a forgotten spot,” They all sing in unison, even if Tommy and Tubbo sound like dying bats. “AIGHT, I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE MATE, YOU’RE DRIVING TOO SLOW!!” Tommy takes the wheel from Wilbur, and steps on the gas pedal as hard as he can.
The wheels of the car start to swerve on the payment, causing Wilbur to slightly panic. “Tommy, give me back the wheel!” He tries to grab the wheel. In the scuffle, a slight silhouette was seen coming up the road. However, neither Tommy nor Wilbur noticed it until it was too late. In the backseat, Tubbo yelled out “LOOK OUT!”. The car crashed into the person coming up the road, causing their body to fly off the car. Wilbur stepped on the breaks as hard as he could, leaving dark tire marks into the ground. Everyone in the car was dead silent, as Tommy slowly sunk back into his seat. “Tommy… what did you do” Wilbur said in a quiet soft tone. Tommy was completely absent behind his eyes, unable to grasp what had just unfolded. “I-I don’t know”. Tubbo was shaken, his body trembled with fear. With no other options left, Wilbur got out of the car, the other two following shortly. Walking over to the body felt like an eternity, with no idea if they were alive or dead. As the group got closer, a gasp came from Tommy’s mouth. Their eyes settled on the body, recognizing who it was. “It’s Alex….” Wilbur whispered to the sky, knowing no one else would hear it. Tommy kneeled down onto the ground, his face in his hands, unable to understand what he had done. “I- I didn’t know anyone was around I promise!”. Tubbo stood there, his eyes empty and his voice croaked, “you killed Quackity…”. “I KNOW TOBY, I DIDN’T EXPECT SOMEONE TO DIE TONIGHT ALL RIGHT?!” Wilbur kneeled down next to Tommy, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I know it was a mistake , but people won’t believe us, we need to get out of here”. Tommy and Tubbo stared at each other in disbelief, “what do you mean get out?” Wilbur sighed, “We need to get out of here, the police will find us soon enough, they can track the car to my name, and the damage on the car is proof enough, isn’t it”. “W..where do we go Wilbur..” Tubbo asked quietly. “Anywhere else, but we need to go quickly”. The three saw light’s coming down the street from the distance, causing them to run into the woods nearby.
The three boys keep running into the forest, hearing tree branches crack behind them. They run as far as they can, until they’re all out of breath and no longer see the car. “Wap, right?” Tubbo tries to lighten the mood. “WHAT!?” Wilbur turned his head to Tubbothy. “Wap means what a pickle?” Tubbo pants, still trying to catch his breath. “No, it means wet-” Tommy tries to explain, but Wilbur shuts him up. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” There’s a moment of silence. “What do we do now?” Tubbo leans up against a tree, completely in shock. “For now, we need to take a break.” Wilbur says. “Soon, we need to run. As far as we can, until we escape this town.” Tommy frowns. “What about the convention!?” Wilbur snaps. “SCREW THE CONVENTION, TOMMY. IF YOU DIDN’T KILL QUACKITY, WE WOULDN’T BE IN THIS MESS!” He scolds, backing Tommy against a tree. “WELL I DIDN’T MEAN TO… IT- IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!!” Tommy pushes him away. “IT DOESN’T MATTER TOMMY, YOU KILLED A MAN!” Before the argument goes any further, Tubbo intervenes. “Guys!! We don’t have the time to argue right now! If we stay here any longer, they’ll catch us! Yes, Tommy did kill Quackity, and… Wilbur, you may be in the right-” Tommy interrupts him. “Hey-!” “Listen!” Tubbo continues. “You may be in the right, but if we stay here bickering, we’ll all get in trouble..!” Tubbo exclaims. “...Tubbothy…” Wilbur backs away. “You’re right. We need to go.” Wilbur leads them farther into the wilderness. “Do any of you know how to forage?” Tubbo asks them. “I’M THOMAS DANGER SIMMONS, MASTER FORAGER!!” Tommy stands up, pointing to the sky. “I was a boy-scout in 6th grade!!” Wilbur rolls his eyes. “That’s not a good enough qualification.” He crosses his arms. “I think it is!!” Tubbo smiles. “Yeah! They taught me how to start a fire and cook plants, I think I know what I’m doing,” Tommy has a confident smirk on his face. “Anything else?” Wilbur scoffs. “I know how to boil chicken.” Wilbur looks lost in thought. “Seems good enough to me, lead the way, master forager.” They walk deeper into the forest.
Tommy spots a pinecone, and holds it into the air. “THIS IS A BLOODY NICE PINECONE, INNIT?” He exclaims into the air. “Tommy- that’s a cancer root…” Tubbo retorted. Tommy dropped the pinecone in shame, as Wilbur smirked in the distance. “Wait- Toby, do you know anything about all this nature stuff?” Wilbur asked. “Well my mother was quite knowledgeable about these kinds of things, and of course I read the Minecraft manual on how to survive the wilderness. It taught me how to cook meat and harvest plants”. Tommy looked shocked, as the Minecraft lore taught Tubbo more than any amount of years he spent as a boy scout. Tubbo picked up a plant off the ground, and handed it to Wilbur. “This is a milkweed, it’s edible and also good for your soul”. “Toby are you sure?”. To show his might, he ate the milkweed in one bite, not hesitating or blinking during the ordeal. “Alright, if I die, it’s poisonous, if not, we eat”. Tommy looked at him in shock, “did it taste good…”. “Well no it tasted quite shit actually but it did have a nice aftertaste”. Wilbur and Tommy started at Tubbo with pure fear, knowing that their chance of survival rested on the shoulders of an insane 16 year old boy who waters his bonsai trees with sink water. After twenty minutes, sure enough, Tubbo wasn’t dead… yet. So he started collecting milkweeds, along with blueberries, and chickweeds. It was missing something important though, water. However, deep in Florida, the sight of clean water is scarce. If there is one thing prevalent in Florida however, it would be gas stations.