Where's Tommy?

Goodbye L'manberg

~Tommy's POV?~

"You're selfish!" Wilbur yells at me pushing me over.

"No one cares for you. Why do you think anyone would care?" Techno stomps on my stomach.

"No one was sorry to see that you died." Phil kicks my back.

The torment continues. I let everyone hurt me. I don't care anymore. They all walk away once my body goes limp and is pouring blood. 

I feel myself start to slip in and out of consciousness. 

"This is you're fault. If you had cared more about other people than those stupid discs, then maybe someone would help you." Tubbo leaned down and put a his hand on my cheeck.

"H- hel- help me. I don't want to die." I manage to croak out.

"Oh, Tommy. I'm sorry." Tubbo takes my head in his hands and snaps my neck.

As I watch everyone leaves, only one person mourns. One person who buries. 

Ranboo, but eventually he leaves too.

I'm stuck in a grave. My body dead, but soul alive. I yell, but no one hears me or comes to save me.

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I jolt up from my bed. My breathing heavy. I look around and realize I am in Techno's house.

I see Techno and Phil asleep on the opposite side of the room. I see Ranboo sleeping on a spare bed with his knees tucked into his chest. Dream seems to be passed out on a chair. 

I stand up and pull the cloak Techno gave to me closer. I look outside and see it has stopped snowing and I can see a beautiful night sky. I quickly and quietly exit the house.

I make my way down the stairs and find a spot to sit and look up to the stars.

As I sit looking at the stars, I start to cry a bit. Looking up at the stars remind me of when I was alone in exile. In exile all I had was the stars to keep me company.

After a while I hear the door open and close. I look behind me to see Phil. I smile at him and then continue to look at the stars. 

Phil sits next to me in silence, until he notices my tears.

"Are you ok?" Phil asks.

"Yeah, I just sometimes wish I was a star. I don't know how to explain it. I feel as if everything would be better if I wasn't here." 

"You know, for a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen. Do you know what that is?" 

"No, What is it?" I look at Phil curious.

"A gaseous nebula must collapse. So collapse, crumble. This isn't your destruction, it'll be your birth." 

"So, my alive self, Tommy, was the gaseous nebula?"

Phil chuckles, "Yes."

We sit there together for a long while looking at the starts. Phil yawns.

"You should sleep." I encourage him to go.

"I don't think you should be alone. Especially with Dream here. I'll only go if you do."

"I don't sleep. My mind has the scary capability of being dark and demented."

"So do mine. The voice never shut up and they go crazy when I sleep, making me think and dream some fucked up shit, but I don't let it stop me. Are you afraid of your dreams-"

"Yes," I say quietly.

"You didn't let me finish my question. Are you afraid of your Dreams or afraid of Dream?"