Where's Tommy?

L'manberg and More Memories

~Tommy's POV~ 

I open my eyes and find that I am back at the ledge in the nether. I look around and see no one. I sigh and make sure no one will be able to see me. I need to figure out what my unfinished business is. 

I start floating towards the community portal, but a magma cube stops me. The magma cube rears up to jump and jumps past me as if I weren't there. 

It's probably cause you made yourself invisible I think to myself.

I continue towards the community portal and as I get to my narrow bridge made of oak wood logs. I frown at the signs, but continue on. As I cross it, I trip and start falling towards the lava, but something catches me. I look down and see the lava was holding me up, so I'm not falling. It lifts me back onto the logs and goes back down to the lava lake.

Ok, what the fuck was that? Did the lava just save me? How? 

I'll have to figure it out later, for now I need to go through the portal. And that's what I do. 

I as the rush of traveling through worlds hits me it makes me feel a bit nauseous. I shake my head and steady myself. 

I look around and my mind whorls. I almost didn't recognize the place I had once called home. Who knew so much could change in 200 days? Not me. It seems like everything thrived more once I was exiled. Was that really true? 

Float around looking at things. I then walk the Prime Path. I smirk and think about when this was made. I continue down the Path. I then make it to this area that seems to be built on a lake. I go through it and I realize it's the place that exiled me. I tense up as I float through it. I look around and don't see that many people here. 

The voice in my head keep telling me to visit someone named Tubbo, but who is Tubbo? They also are yelling at me to visit Phil, my father. I can't do that right now and I leave that area. I come up on a house. It's a house made out of dirt. It's my house....no, it was my house. I don't own anything in this area anymore. 

As I look around the area that was my house, I see a bench. I float over to it. The bench is rusted and has a layer of dust, the tree behind it over grown and vine twisting into the bench. It looks like it hasn't been touched since I left. I sit down on the bench and I let myself feel. I let myself remember.

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As I placed down the juke box and sit down with [Redacted] I play the disk that we got back from Dream. I look at my best friend, we had fought so hard for them. 

[Redacted] starts nodding his head to the music. I smile at him.

"Good day." Dream says and leaves us in peace.

I look around and back at [Redacted] in shock.

"We won," he says looking at me.

"We won," I repeat.

"We did!" [Redacted] replies in a cheery voice.

"I won a war!" I say pointing at myself.

"We won a war!" he says indicating the word we.

"I won a war!" I say excitedly again.

"WE!" He says

"We....eeh." I say.

"we won a war!" he says excitedly.

"Me! Me won a war!" My voice cracks. 

"We!" He says again.

I chuckle and look to him.