The Afterlife, a place of memories (Dream SMP AU)

Acceptance

"He isn't dead."

"Tubbo, I don't know what to tell you..."

"He wouldn't die this way Sam, he isn't... he's not like that."

"...Yeah, it doesn't seem like him."

"I... do you... I- I need to go..."

"Sam?"

"..."

"SAM!"

. . .

Tommyinnit woke up with a start. He had a headache and he was still tired to no end.

"Tommy? You good up there?" Wilbur called.

"Yeah!" He replied. In reality, he wasn't. Last night was just a constant replay of his death each time more ridiculous and brutal, always ending with Dream's smile and the noise of Sam yelling for Tommy to get up while Dream laughed. The last nightmare was worse. Tubbo and Ranboo in denial and Sam, being overwhelmed and leaving, for Tubbo to call out to Sam and then... his own voice yelling out.

Tommy got out of bed and made his way downstairs. He patted his hair down, for no reason in particular before going downstairs. There were three doors downstairs, the utmost left one being Schlatt's. He heard voices from the most right one and opened it. It led to a kitchen and a back door. The kitchen looked more like a kitchenette if anything, with the dining table being on the opposite side of the room. Mexican Dream stood at the stove, frying something. His mask was off and his hair was untied, revealing wavy dark brown shoulder length hair.

It was nothing too special, he just looked like a slightly less graceful version of Techno and a more... mature version on Quackity? He wore a flowy white shirt and a pair of jeans.

Wilbur on the other hand was sitting at the table leaning over a book. His glasses were on and occasionally he'd take a look at the cards he was lazily mixing up in his hand while he read. His get up was more like his old style. He wore a yellow jumper and tracksuit pants. He had put on his old beanie as well.

Schlatt looked quite similar, instead of yellow his jumper was blue, and his tracksuit pants were white. He wore shoes unlike the other two, which were sports shoes. At that moment Schlatt was yelling something. Yelling. It took Tommy all he had not to break down or just start yelling back and getting defensive. It wasn't even aimed at him and tears threatened to fall. Tommy took two deep breaths and stepped inside the room, sliding himself next to Wilbur. Will looked up and smiled apologetically before turning back to his cards.

"Shut up Schlatt, god you're being so annoying!" Mexican Dream growled.

"Oh whatever Max, I can do what I want!" Schlatt sneered. The room went silent. No one ever says Mexican Dream's name without him lashing out. Seeing as this was The Afterlife, you couldn't really die. Tommy didn't think that was going to stop MD though.

The words were first. Spanish seeping out of his mouth with what sounded like fury. It was quiet but there. Then, the attack. Within a second Mexican Dream had Schlatt pinned to the floor beating him up. Schlatt was egging him on, like the guy he was. Tommy flinched at the sight, violently. He remembered being in Schlatt's position, just yesterday. Wilbur stood up and rushed towards Mexican Dream, trying to pull him off Schlatt.

Tommy hesitantly stood up and shuffled over to help hold him back. In the end MD was sent outside to cool off while Wilbur carried Schlatt to his room. Tommy quickly took the food off the stove and found himself hungry. The food was scrambled eggs, which Tommy was sure, was only made because of him being there. Tommy couldn't remember if he liked spice or not. It was fuzzy. His headache built up more.