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

Memories

"This better work..."

. . .

Tommyinnit was alone. In the room he was given and told he actually didn't need. Wilbur came round often, and they went to the town everyday, either to talk to friends or just hang around. Some days however they didn't go, or they did but Wilbur couldn't come for some secret reason. Those 'some days' turned to some weeks over the month and currently it was the longest. He had gone to the town 4 times over the week and half, always without Wilbur.

Tommy wasn't allowed to leave on his own, so he didn't go. Instead, he was spending his time remembering the fun times in the SMP. Each memory reminded him of another. Something about dying, he noted, was that you didn't see your life flashing before your eyes, rather being dead allowed you to comb through each memory from a more 3rd person like view.

"Wait, you're 19!?" HBomb exclaimed, leaving the others in complete hysteria.

"How old did you think I was?" Quackity asked through the laughter.

"How old am I...?"

Tommy remembered that question. Before the SMP, he lived in quite a large town. He lived with his mum, and his dad. Both of which were people he disliked thoroughly. Most of the houses on the street were inhabited by adults and there really wasn't any way for him to see his friends other than at school.

Except for Wilbur. At the end of the street was Phil's house, where Wilbur lived and Techno took up residency. His parents were often away doing whatever they'd do, so he'd spend most of his time at Wilbur's place, and he was basically raised by Wilbur with Philza's help.

"Well, Tommy, to you and your parents I am centuries old. To me, Wilbur and Techno, I am merely 23. Player's birthdays are different when they reach a certain age." Phil explained. Tommy looked down at himself.

"I'm a player, do you know when I'll start ageing differently?" He was curious about this new discovery.

"Depends on the god you're based on."

"My parents fight a lot because I'm a player. They aren't one."

"Tell them that Phil says it's because you were chosen by a god."

"Okay!" Tommy said with a smile. He jumped off the stool, washed his bowl and hurried off to find Wilbur. Tommy remembered stopping and hearing a disheartened sigh come from Phil's.

When his parents got home a month later, that message still rang in his ears. He retold it enthusiastically.

His punishment wasn't fun.

"Tommy, just listen, please. We care about you, and we don't want you to keep suffering through punishments like we did as children, as all children do." His father said in an apologetic voice.

Tommy cried into his fathers shoulder. His mother came into the room with a healing potion and gently asked him to drink a small potion. When he was healed, he apologised, promised to never go back to Wilbur or talk about the 3 people that lived in that house. Tommy's parents stayed longer than they had ever before, keeping an eye on him. Not like he had ever gone anywhere after they had left, since he was locked up in his room for an entire week.

Tommy's face scrunched up in disgust. He hated healing pots. He refused to use them unless absolutely needed. He also hated manipulation. It's hard to spot if done right. Which both his parents, Wilbur and Dream had done right. He was also quite the clingy guy.

Tommy was feeling bored again. He decided he wanted to leave, just for an hour or so. He needed to get out.

He grabbed a jacket he had taken a liking to and put on his shoes. He stepped out of his room and made a beeline for the door.

"You are terrible at being sneaky." MD tutted fondly from the stairs. Tommy turned around.

"S-Sorry I just need to get out for a bit." Tommy explained.

"And I'm not going to stop you. Go on, shoo."

Tommy smiled and stepped out the door, and jogged away. He passed the stream and decided to stop there for a bit. He liked the stream, it wasn't loud or quiet, but it was comforting and he liked staying there.

"Hello!" A small voice rang out. Tubbo. Why does it sound like Tubbo?

Tommy turned a bit to look at the owner of the voice. It was a boy, with a small hat and clothes that looked like they matched Cat's.

"The name's Robin, you?"

"Tommy." He muttered, turning back to the water.

Robin sat down next to him.

"It's nice to meet someone around my age for once. I- I mean, not good that you died so early on, but it's nice to have someone around my age to talk to you know? I like talking to Cat, and Cornelious and the others but, well, it can get boring living with mostly adults. It's always been like that while I was alive but It's been about what? Thousands of years for us? A couple hundred for the living? I wouldn't know honestly but around that time. I rea..."

Robin rambled on about his boredom. Tommy listened intently, it was quite interesting, in general. Even if he did talk a bit too much for his liking. Tommy didn't have the heart to tell him to shut up. Not any more.

When Robin left, he stayed behind. He thought about Tubbo. How would Tubbo react to all this? He wished he was a ghost, even if it was like Ghostbur. According to Wilbur, he can sometimes tune in as the ghost and remember what happens afterwards. He'd only really done it twice as apparently he found Ghostbur as a whole repulsive. To Wilbur it felt he was being replaced. 'Casper the friendly ghost' was all he was called in front of Will.

Tommy's vision swam, why was it swimming? Void filled the world for a moment. He blinked, trying to get rid of it. It didn't work. He lifted his head up.

"Tommy...?" He heard Wilbur's voice whisper. Tommy's eyes widened as Wilbur's voice muffled.

He woke up.

The dark was gone.