Empty Promises

Memories Bring Back You

FANART ISNT MINE

"Ya know," Tubbo started. "I had the craziest dream last night.
"What was it about, Tubbo?"
"It was really weird..." Tubbo readjusted himself on the grass.
"Go on, Go on." Tommy urged.
"Well, you were in it..."
"What did I do?" Tommy asked, shocked.
"You- you left me. You left me all alone."
He paused. "It looked like we were older."
Tommy stared into the campfire that was keeping both him and his best friend warm.
"You know I would never do that Toby. Right?"
"Yeah I guess. It just seemed too...real"
"I won't leave you Tubbo. I promise."

Tommy snapped back into consciousness. He opened is eyes and found himself lying on the floor of his tent. That memory from when they were young constantly replayed in his mind. He couldn't escape it. The last few words he could remember echoed through his mind.
I won't leave you, Tubbo. I promise. I promise. I promise.

It sent shivers down his spine. He'd broken his promise. He'd left. Or had Tubbo left him? Who was the victim? Tommy was the one that was left alone. Tubbo didn't stand up for him or defend him in any way, shape, or form. Tommy was the victim. He was sure of it.

He'd been living in his tent for about a week now. Exiled. Alone. Scared. It was really taking a toll on him. He looked rough. Cuts all over his arms and face, holes in his clothes, tears running through his favorite bandana...

Tubbo. That's all he could think about. His best friend. His brother. Tommy had written Tubbos name on his bandana, hoping he wouldn't forget him. He wanted to, but he couldn't. He missed him so much. Why did he miss someone who chose the other side? Tubbo was the villain. Right? Tommy sat up. He knew he wasn't going back to sleep. His exposed skin showed beads of sweat, even tho it was freezing. He heard the deep groans of zombies wandering his camp. He ran his hand through his dirty hair and rested his head in his palms.

"I don't need him. I don't need him. I DONT NEED HIM." he shouted into the dark night. His words echoed back at him. Who was he kidding. Tommy knew he needed Tubbo as much as he needed air to breathe. Tubbo hasn't visited him once.

"Maybe he doesn't need me..."

The only people that visited Tommy were Dream and Ranboo. Dream always wore a smile mask that looked eerie in the night. Tommy had never seen his face, nor did he want to. He hated that man so much, but he seemed so kind. He visited Tommy almost every day. He did destroy all of his things, but it was nice to have company right?

Ranboo was a tall, half enderman... creature. He creeped Tommy out. A lot. He could pick up a grass without disturbing the greenery or the life around it... weird. Tommy wasn't too fond of him either. He was the reason Tommy was alone here. Ranboo had burnt down George's house too. Why wasn't he here? Because Tommy was nice enough to not rad him out. What did he get in return? A pity pickaxe and hypothermia. A zombie slowly limped its way towards him. He pulled his wimpy iron sword from his belt. He used the last pieces of iron on that dull sword. He stepped out into the cold night air towards the monster. The dull weapon glimmered in the moonlight. He slashed the zombie 3 times and it dropped dead. All that remained was a single piece of its aged, rotting flesh. Tommy reluctantly reached over and picked up the slimy morsel.
Food for later, he thought. He stuck it into his bag and headed towards the sandy, moonlit beach.

He sat down on the sand and stared out into the vast, blue ocean. It was beautiful, but terrifying. It reminded him of his beach house back at home. God, he missed home. In the darkness of the waters, he saw something move. It looked tired, yet angelic. What was it? He stood up abruptly and made his way towards it.