DreamSMP one-shots ||

// "Tommy is alive." //

Hey guys :)

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(thanks so much for 21k reads btw that's??? so cool nabdjsjxjs) BUT YEAH HI here's some angsty platonic husbands + revived!tommy for u all to fill the v o i d

!! ALSO: b4 u read please know that everything I write here is meant to be strictly platonic & not shipping !!

—-> PROMPT: in which Tommy was revived in the prison and is finally let out, and everyone is surprised to see that he's... alive? and ranboo writes about it in his memory book :)

((ranboo's pov))
TW/CW: Blood, bruises, mentions of physical abuse, derealization/dissociation
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                            // DO NOT READ. //

page: 23

Tommy is alive. I do not know how, but he is. I'm still trying to wrap my head around it.

I mean, this is a good thing right? I think it is.

Tommy wasn't always nice to me, but I suppose he isn't nice to many people. He swore at me a lot of the time and I'm not sure where we stand exactly, all I know is that I think we sorta became friends when he was in exile, but looking back on what I've written in here around that time it looks like he stopped returning the letters I'd send him. I'm not sure what happened there.

I planted flowers on the lawn of his dirt house, red and white tulips as well as some purple alliums. I wasn't exactly sure how to feel about his death, if anything it didn't feel real. I've always had trouble with feeling slightly disconnected from this world, I knew he was gone. I just had to let it sink in.

I've never lost someone like that before, and I wasn't Tommy's closest friend but it still wasn't right. I knew he didn't deserve to die— despite everything. Especially the way he did. Nobody deserves that.

page: 24

I grieved for him— most of the people here did, and some were already over it as if he had never mattered.

I thought he mattered. So did Tubbo, especially Tubbo.

And then... almost out of nowhere, the impossible seemed to happen.

I was searching through a chest by the Bee&Boo earlier today and when I closed it, I looked up and... there he was, standing right before me. It was strange, the way I wasn't taken aback or scared or anything. I had to do a double take to make sure my eyes weren't deceiving me, to make sure my mind wasn't playing tricks on me. And— nope, he was real. He was real, and alive and standing in front of me.

He was alone, and he looked bad. Real bad.

His skin was battered and bruised, there was dry blood crusting around his nostrils and his clothes were dirty and ripped in certain places, like he had been in a fight with someone. He stood with uncertainty, his body trembling so slightly that you had to look for it to notice it. He was hugging himself like he was cold despite it being so warm and sunny out. His eyes scanned over me, searching. I vaguely remember the anxious and scared expression that looked like it was never meant to be on a face like his. This wasn't Tommy. It was, but it wasn't.

page: 25

I tried to keep a steady voice when I said hello to him. He said it back, but I barely heard him because he was so quiet.

And then Tubbo was behind me, peeking out from behind my right arm. "You see him too, right?" he asked softly. I looked down at him, giving him a reassuring nod.