Tommy & Tubbo || Platonic Oneshots

I Wonder

This is kind of an alternative version of what happened when Tommy died - the other 'characters' aren't meant to actually be anyone specific. This is a vague idea that's been sitting in the back of my mind for a while, but I've never had anything to use it in; also the weird/vague conversation is based off of the weird Twitter thread that Ranboo and Tubbo made in early January this year.

                        
Tommy

      I couldn't see a thing. My entire body felt heavy. It was almost as if I was drowning in the ocean at night. Though, despite that, I wasn't afraid.

      I knew I was dead. The memory of Dream's fists continuously slamming into my skull until I stopped moving was still a very fresh wound.

      I wonder what the afterlife is gonna be like.

      I wonder if Wilbur'll be there.

      I wonder if he's gonna be the same as when we spoke the day Dream got locked up.

      I wonder...

      My thoughts were interrupted when I noticed a bright, white light ahead. I stared at it, watching as it took shape. Not a person's figure that I recognized, but a human nonetheless.

      "I think it's all going to be okay." They mumbled, their voice simply wind chimes.

      A second glowing figure materialized beside the first. They said, with a voice like a babbling brook, "Optimism is futile."

      "But why?"

      "You have reminded me of an old friend." The second replied, not answering their companion's question.

      "What does that mean?"

      "You have reminded me of a past time. A time that has passed."

      The first's voice became higher, lighter, as if they were confused. "But time is always passing, it's a constant of life."

      "You see, time requires a reference frame. Different reference frames, different times. Time is always passing for you in your reference frame." The second said, speaking as if they knew much more than any normal being could.

      "So, my time has already passed for you?" The first asked, still sounding unsure.

      "Futile. We are time." Their companion responded.

      "Oh."

      The second continued speaking with a vague tone, their sentences having no meaning to me. "It is now your time. Say goodbye to the kind people."

      "If only I could remember who the kind people were..." The first sighed, sounding slightly upset.

      I watched as the figures of light shifted, moving to my left. I turned my head, though I was too numb to properly feel the motion. "Step into the nice room. I promise the seats are comfortable."

      "Alright."

      "Make yourself at home; you'll be here a while."

      "Where is 'here'?" The first asked. I wondered the same question.

      "What is now?"

      "Who are you?"

      "Why, you, of course. Unless," The second darkened their tone. "you forgot me again. Like an old friend."

      "I couldn't forget you. That's how time works, isn't it?"

      "Is it? No, I don't think so."

      A new voice suddenly joined the conversation I was listening to. It was like rustling leaves, softly whispering, "I don't know anyone."

      All was silent for a few seconds until the second voice spoke again. "She knows."

      "How could she? We both know she can't..." The first replied, seemingly distressed.

      "She's dead, right?" The second was no longer sounding calm and collected. "Right? I know what we did! Right?"

      "She has to be. There's no way she can't be, right?"

      "We watched her be lowered!"

      It went silent again, but only for a moment, as thousands of the rustling whispers started to fill the void.

      "It was fun."

      "It was fun."

      "It was fun."

      "It was fun."

      "We are one."

      "We are one."

      "It was fun."

      "We are one."

      The first's voice interrupted the murmurs, ceasing them. "She was lowered."

      "We miss her." Their companion's tone was back to how it had been at the beginning.

      The first sounded less confused. They seemed to understand more of what was happening - I could not say the same for myself. "It's okay. It always has been, and it always will be."

      "I think we should pay her a visit. You should go in first, though - she's always liked you better, anyways."

      "That's probably best. We need to find the right time."

      "I wonder if she is still there after all this time. I hope nobody found her."

      "They better not have."

      The two strange beings started muttering to each other in hushed tones, their alien voices practically merging. I remained silent. Listening.

      "We have been in contact for too long," The second figure suddenly said. "They are looking at you. Talking to me. Goodbye, for now, old friend. Remember."

      "Remember."

      The sharp rays of light began to waver, changing from human forms to indescribable shapes before vanishing entirely, abandoning me again. I watched their lingering brightness bleed into the surrounding abyss until, eventually, I was left in the dark again.

      What was that?

      Who were they?

      I wonder.

                        
Total Word Count: 825