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This very short oneshot is just a random, vague idea based off of the text that appeared around every ten minutes on Tubbo's April Fool's stream (Building Snowchester Defences w/Ranboo (Dream SMP)) and is a similar concept to my 'I Wonder' oneshot. I wrote this mostly out of boredom and because I wanted to try out a slightly different writing style.

                        
Tommy

      My head hurt. My limbs ached. My eyes stung. My throat burned. I was no longer in the prison.

      Did I die?

      "Hello?" I called out into the darkness. I shivered; it was so cold.

      "Hello." A familiar voice replied. It sounded like they were underneath me.

      "Hello?" I called again.

      A chuckle. "I don't make cakes often,"

      I was quiet for a second, confused. "What?"

      "I've never even had one." They said. I could hear their smile through their words.

      Wait.

      "I must go now,"

      Oh, no, please-

      "Goodbye, Michael."

      "No!" I cried as the realization hit me at full force.

      I was alone. I was cold and blind and completely alone. That voice was never talking to me. That voice had no idea I was even there.

      That voice was my best friend.

                        
Total Word Count: 202

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