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

Anger

Before this chapter begins, it's a lot of just me projecting onto Tommy so there's that

"Tommy..."

"Come on out... I don't want to hurt you, I want to help."

So comforting...

Yet,

It felt so, so wrong

. . .

There was a knock on Tommyinnit's trapdoor.

"Tommy, can I come in?" Came Wilbur's hushed voice.

Tommy let out a sigh, "Sure."

Wilbur opened the trapdoor and climbed up, being very careful about his head. He sat down on the floor and scooted himself out of it, before closing it.

Tommy laid down on his back, staring at the ceiling.

"I just wanna ask you some questions Tommy and then I'll leave." Wilbur started with a soft tone to his voice.

Tommy gave him a small nod, before turning around and laying face down on one of the pillows.

"... How are you feeling?"

"'M good."

"..."

"Why... after everything I did.. Why did you- why do you still care? Why'd you stay?"

Tommy laughed nervously.

"Because it's L'manburg duh! You were just being an 'edgy teen'!"

"...This is serious Tommy."

The tone of Wilbur's voice threw him off his confidence act.

"I- I know I just-"

Wilbur went quiet. When he spoke again, it was another hard question.

"What happened to you?"

"What do you mean?" Tommy asked, sitting up. Although he was claustrophobic, it didn't seem to get triggered, even in this room. He liked that. It was one of the best rooms he had ever had.

"Like, how did you die? You don't have a new scar from what I know so what happened?" Wilbur elaborated. Tommy went silent.

"I... I don't feel like talking about it."

"Alright Tommy. I'll leave." Wilbur retreated with a sigh. Tommy watched as Wilbur left the room. After the signature creak from the trapdoor came, Tommy's body relaxed.

That had thrown him so off guard. Tears fell and he shook. He hated crying, the act of showing any signs of actual sadness was disgusting to him. Tommy had shown Dre- two people his actual sadness, the rest was exaggerated or always pushed off by jokes.

He reached out to grab a tissue box out from the second pillow and used it. He hated crying for other reasons too.

He sat there crying, for what felt like forever. When he stopped he found himself under the covers, used tissues scattering the place and tears wetting the room.

Everything seemed more human in this room. With a shaking aim, he used the last tissue and rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hand. He slowly pulled himself up out of his bed and quickly went to clean his room. A flash of a memory flew through his brain.

"Will why do I have to pick up your stupid solitaire cards? I'm blind, I can't even see them!"

A small laugh came from the brunette. "It's funny Toms."

Tommy stiffened. "I told you to not call me that." He snapped at the brunette.

Tommy blinked, forcing himself back to whatever reality he was in.

"What the fuck..." He said under his breath. When did this happen? It can't have been while he was alive, He was never blind while alive. But, it couldn't have been since he died. He wasn't blind now for goodness sake!

Tommy shook his head furiously. Whatever that flashback was it was stupid. He sat down. He was a little tired... no one would mind if he went to sleep for a bit right..?