Oh, We Can Be Heroes

Chapter Nineteen

TW: MENTIONS OF SELF HARM, DEATH, ILLUSION TO HITLER/GENOCIDE

Friends,

It's been a while. I am sorry we haven't spoken in over two weeks.

As ironic as it is, the author had suffered a family death, so she had no will to write my story for a while.

That's okay, though. I had lots to think about.

In the last two weeks, I've been visiting Earth a lot. I can't help it, it just calls to me.

With that, brought lots of new memories of my human life.

I'd like to keep those to myself, for now.

I'd like to bring up what occurred on the DreamSMP.

Dream deserved his sentence, and continues to do so. He is not a man of humanity, he is a manipulator, and deserves to be encased in that obsidian.

I do wonder, how does he justify it to himself? Does he have to? He said he sleeps fine knowing of his actions.

After all, how are you to say sorry if you believe you haven't done anything wrong? Is his morals and outlook on his environment that warped that he believes he was in the right?

He obviously holds attachment to George, since that was the only time his facade with Tommy in his cell broke. He has human emotions, he has those attachments he condemned.

His character intrigues me, in the way a serial killer attracts psychologists.

Until next time.

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Tommy was struggling for a while after that. It was an odd feeling, as he for some reason felt the need to grieve for his father. He knew that he was an awful man, and that he deserved better, but he couldn't bring himself to not be sad.

That led to him consistently relapsing with repenting, and struggling with taking his medication. He hated that he was like this, he didn't want to, but he felt like he had no choice. His entire body yearned for repenting, to just let go.

"Hey, kid. Let's step out of the bathroom and talk, okay? Nothing good ever happened in this bathroom." He dropped the razor on accident, as Athena had startled him. It had been about a month since Sally's birthday, and it was Finals Week. The older kids of the group were to graduate the following week, and were eagerly waiting for their college acceptance letters. Everyone had gotten theirs besides Techno and Wilbur, who would learn on the 12th (it was currently the 9th). Tommy hadn't spoken or seen Athena since May, and began to believe she would never come back.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were mad at me. Come to gloat, have you? I don't need to hear it, I know I fucked up. Don't need a literal god laughing in my face and telling me I fucked up because I'm just a kid who can't do anything right and gets triggered by the smallest shit-" His rant was cut off by Athena.

"The reason it didn't work was your ADHD. You know how in Percy Jackson, that book series, it talks about how they all have dyslexia and ADHD because it's their body telling them to be in battle mode? Think of your ADHD like that, but it's not because you're my descendant. You just have ADHD, and forgot to take your medication that morning. You couldn't even talk to me without pacing or snapping your fingers. Plus, you really should not mess with nature like that. But no, I'm not mad at you. I was embarrassed. You're only 16, I shouldn't expect us to be smooth sailing all the time. I'm sorry I haven't been here to help, but I know your dad has been here! How is that?"