random oneshots

L'manburg Once Again

Right, so, I wrote all of this way before November 16th. I think it was right after the festival or somewhere around that time. The three lives concept hadn't been created yet, so it was only one life. Tommy got shot in his duel, and had 'died'. Not really, he was saved by Bad and the Dream team. Dream isn't a scumbag in this one either. Wilbur had been hallucinating Tomy during Pogtopia but came to the realization what he was seeing wasn't real and has a breakdown. Tommy wakes up just in time to save everyone again.

Warning: Swearing (I guess), derealization(?), implied hallucinations.

Tommy woke up, completely out of it. Where the fuck? He wondered, glancing around the room. It was nothing like the ones at L'manburg, but it was a little familiar.

"Tommy?" A voice asked.

He looked towards the voice, spotting a familiar white mask. "Dream?!" He quickly stood up, almost falling backward back onto the floor. Dream quickly caught him, dragging him back into the bed.

"Hold on! Calm down!" He shouted. "You just woke up from a year-long coma, you need to sit down!"

"A year?!" Tommy shouted. "What the fuck?!" He went to stand up but decided against it at the last moment. "What about L'manburg? What happened?"

"You all got independence." Dream explained. "But, everyone thought you died. Since... y'know...." He glanced away, seeming guilty.

Why is he... oh. "You shot me." Tommy sighed. "So how am I here then?"

"Bad."

Tommy sighed. "Okay, big man. Is that all I missed?"

Dream hesitated. "Well... no. But, it'll be a lot to take in. Do you think you'll be okay?"

"Throw it at me."

Dream sighed, nodding his head. "Alright. Wilbur held an election and was thrown out of power. Schlatt exiled him from... from Manburg." He said the name with disgust.

"What?!" Tommy shouted. "Manburg?! The fucking sucks!"

"I know." Dream huffed. "Techno and a lot of other people wanted to go and help Wilbur. Including me. But the thing is, he's not really... stable, y'know?"

"I don't, actually." Tommy hissed. "Just tell me outright!"

"Wilbur's gone fucking insane." Dream said bluntly. Tommy went silent, his eyes widening in surprise. "He... well... he's hallucinating you. That's what I've gathered. I went and met him and he was talking to you, but it was just air."

Tommy went silent. "What's he doing now."

Dream winced. "Getting apprehended, trying to blow up Manburg."

"What?!" Tommy shouted. "I... I've gotta go."

Dream nodded. "Right. Wilbur recently came to the realization that you were 'dead', but you're not. Maybe... maybe you could convince him."

Tommy stood up, running out of the door. Dream went after him, continuing to explain the situation. "He... doesn't trust anyone. Ever since Technoblade... killed... Tubbo." He mumbled the ending, but Tommy heard it loud and clear. Tubbo was dead. Tommy shook his head. He had time to grieve later, he needed to go help Wilbur before he had time to cry. But he wouldn't cry! No, he definitely wouldn't.

....

That's a lie, he definitely would. But there were more pressing matters, so he just stayed silent.

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He's not there. There's no one there. Alone, very alone. They were crying, as he was surveying the people gathered in front of him. They didn't dare step forwards, seeing the detonation button in his hands. He died, and he always had been. He never came back, he was dead. It was your mistake. You weren't enough. Failure. He let out a weak laugh, shaking his head. "God fucking damn it...."