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

Gone

"Is he awake?"

"Not sure, Mexican idiot."

"Eh!? You tryna mug me man?"

"Maybe bitch."

"You gonna regret that-!"

. . .

Tommyinnit woke up to an empty, black void. He couldn't see anyone but he heard two people scuffling on the floor.

"W-what-?" He croaked out. Where was Wilbur and MD? Where was the house, his room, the forest? Was he lost- or kidnapped? But why? Everyone is somewhat peaceful here right?

"Toms! You're awake! Finally, it was getting boring." Wilbur's voice rang out from in front of him.

"W-Wilbur? Why can't I see anything?" Tommy panicked. There was silence.

"Ugh, Man, do you even remember anything?" MD complained. Tommy's breaths came out slower.

"What?" He mumbled in confusion.

"You and your stupid head injury problems." He heard Wilbur mumble under his breath.

"You always do this Man! You like, fall asleep for a day or two and boom! You forget everything!" MD exclaimed with obvious annoyance. That's right. Now it's coming back to him.

"Oh... I... er... I forgot." He said slowly and awkwardly.

"Yeah whatever I'm going to my room! Your stupid attic place is creepy. Makes me feel alive or some shit." MD announced, opening Tommy's little trapdoor and climbed downstairs. Wilbur made a little cough sound and Tommy turned to face him.

"Wanna go play competitive solitaire?" He asked. Tommy shook his head.

"I'm not gonna play your shit game." He mumbled.

Tommy heard Wilbur's clothes rustle slightly as he shrugged and followed the sound of his footsteps as Wilbur walked across the floor and down the ladder. Tommy let out a sigh. It wasn't real. The setting to some extent was, but all the friendship, sight and warmth that came with his little 'Dream Afterlife' was gone.

Or, more like, he was gone. It was still there except, his existence was stripped from it. Tommy made his way downstairs to the door. He slipped on his shoes and headed outside. Snow crunched under his feet, as he made his way towards town. He heard a muffled voice and a footstep. He heard water in a bucket. Exactly above him. Tommy just moved forward a little as he heard the splash of water hit the floor. Only some droplets managed to hit his leg. Tommy turned around to face Robin.

"Why do you insist on doing this?" He asked, sounding extremely bored.

"Call it karma my friend! For I am just a simple jester, a jester, doing my job!" Robin said with what sounded like practised confidence. He nudged Tommy, "Look freaky blind boy, you might not be corrupted but let me tell you, you're not safe from my traps!"

"Except I am since I've been able to avoid them all." Tommy pointed out. Robin scoffed and the ever satisfying sound of the crunched snow was heard.

"Come, I heard you've been missing the warmth of soul fire!" Now it was Tommy's turn to scoff. Soul fire was cold, just like everything else in this stupid wasteland of snow. Tommy preferred the Nether. Warm, and hidden. It was nice on particularly cold days.

The sound of gravel, walking, shouting and just the fact that the town was alive, hit Tommy's ears like an explosion. He had been zoned out. What an idiot move.

"You good Tommy?" Robin asked, his voice nearly taken away by the noise. Tommy nodded slowly, rubbing his ears. Robin grabbed his hand and pulled him forward. Tommy let Robin take him away from the loudness. They ended up at John John's bar. Robin let go of his hands and pushed open the doors.