One day

Chapter 1 ~ Time and Time I play the empath..

[~Hey! 3AM_Guy here. This chapter contains TW for: Suicidal thoughts, Suicide attempt and swearing. If you know or think this may trigger you please, skip to the next chapter and check the TW :) Hope you enjoy!~]

~Third-person POV~

Tears quickly streamed down his face as Dream walked back through the nether portal. He left with no remorse.. absolutely none.

He nonchalantly walked past Tommy as if he had slipped him a mean note. As if what he had just done didn't fucking matter.

Tommy dropped to his knees as he screamed. He didn't care that his shouts and yells would probably carry to the closest village. He just needed to let out.. something.. Tommy couldn't tell what emotion he felt.

He felt sad, angry, pissed off and... numb all at the same time. It made no sense when said out loud to a stranger but made perfect sense to Tommy.

He continued to scream until his throat felt hoarse.. and when he finally stopped he wrenched his eyelids open. It was gone..

There was no doubting that..

Logstedshire looked like the aftermath of L'manburg.. Why did everything he love or build have to blow up!? What cruel fate was this! What had he done to deserve this.. He was 16 for god sake..

As he quickly made his way to his feet, he noticed that he was covered in burns, bruises and cuts.. He must've been too close to the TNT when it went off.. But the pain of his physical injuries didn't amount to the pain he felt from the fact that clearly no one gave a shit about what was to happen to Tommy.

His 'friends' had given permission to Dream to do whatever he wanted. He finally realized that all he was.. was a marionette.. Solely for the purpose of Dream's enjoyment..

Tommy quickly shook his head. Those people lost the title of friends when they allowed Tubbo to exile him. Dream was just a manipulative bitch.. They didn't matter and at this moment, the last thing he wanted to think about was his hom-...

Shakily, Tommy stumbled towards the crater of his 'secret room'.. There were few things left there that could have actually been salvageable.. But materials weren't what Tommy was looking for.

He frantically moved bits of dirt and dust until he found it.. Three pictures that had miraculously survived the explosion... Sadly the others hadn't been so lucky but the remaining photos added a new emotion into the stir-fry of how Tommy felt.

He felt so glad and relieved.. And quickly brought one of the frames to his chest as the sound of his sobs began to fill the exploded area..

The frame held a ripped up photo from his childhood of him, his dad and his brothers... He had been quite young in the picture, only 6, and was being carried by his father. This was the only remaining picture on the SMP of Wilbur.. Before he fell victim to Dream's manipulation and his own madness... When he had been happy.

When Tommy had been happy..

The photo marked when he had no cares.. He had been dragged into war when he was only just learning how to properly sword fight.. When he had just been a kid.. He was just a kid and what Tommy wanted right now was to see Wilbur.

He wanted his family to engulf him in a hug like they used to when he was 7 and would wake up panicking from a nightmare. He wanted his dad to wrap his wings around him and his brothers, and for him to whisper about how they would always have each other.

This was bittersweet irony really.. Tommy just wanted the last couple of years to be a nightmare.

He wanted Wilbur back.. He wanted Wilby to climb out of the hole he had made from beneath New L'manburg and he desperately wanted him to run through the nether portal.