Tommyinnit One shots

Alive again

Part 2 of "Grave of Angel". In this, you will be able to choose, how situation will look like. I know it's bad, it's a little hard to write one shot like this. Enjoy!

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It was a year, year after the tragic accident. People missed him, but they eventually moved on and started living again. The poor boy's life couldn't last forever. He didn't had an chance to spend more time with his friends. He had happy life with them, but after all, Gods wanted to take him away. As much as it hurts, it was the truth and no one could change it.

Again, he was sitting on the bench, talking to his brother grave. Hope, that he heard him was good enough to not break down. Even after that long time, he still couldn't stop blaming himself. Maybe it wasn't only his fault, he didn't shot him, but he didn't do anything. He just kept arguing with Dream, not even caring about anyone else. Maybe it was the best scenario. The youngest would probably still be traumatized, feared of everything and everyone. Maybe it was supposed to end like that? No, of course it wasn't good.

"Why did you leave me... You promised me" he whispered, barely keeping his tears from falling down.

He closed his eyes in process to calm himself down. Then, from nowhere, right in front of him appeared white light. It wasn't normal light, not torch or fireplace. It glowed a little, spinning slowly. Then how quickly it appeared, that quickly it disappeared. In the same place on the ground, was sitting a toddler. His ocean blue eyes were looking around curiously, while wind hit his face, making him giggle.

Wilbur's ears heard it and he quickly opened his eyes. What he saw, completely shocked him. Small kid, looking at him with big smile. He knew that kid from somewhere, then it clicked. Baby Tommy. With widened eyes, he kneeled down and took the child in his hands. Tears started falling down his cheeks. The toddler giggled even more, waving his little hands vigorously. Wilbur smiled softly at this sight. But how is it possible? It didn't matter right now.

"How old are you?" Wilbur asked as the toddler showed him 3 fingers.

"Alright little diamond, let's take you to your dad" he said, hugging the toddler and walking straight to Philza's home.

It wasn't cold, but Wilbur put his beanie on the kids head. Young Tommy never took his eyes off Wilbur's face, he giggled from time to time, whenever Wilbur made funny face. It wasn't long journey for them. Wilbur knocked on wooden doors and waited for Phil to open them.

"Who's- Oh, it's you Wilbur! How may I help you?"

"It's kinda weird and may sound stupid, but I found Tommy as toddler at his grave" he said, looking into Philza eyes.

"Wha..?" And now, Philza saw Tommy as a kid in Wilbur's hands. "Oh god..."

He opened his doors and let them in. Wilbur took off his sweater and sat down on the coach. Philza gave him some tea and sat in front of him, looking at the young boy who was trying to get away from Wilbur's  hands.

"So, how did this happen?" He asked, looking at Wilbur.

"I was at his grave again, talking to him like always. I closed my eyes just for a second and then I heard giggles. I saw him sitting on the grass next to his grave, looking like this." He said.

"Hmmm, interesting" Phil said.

"Interesting? Is this you reaction? Your son just come back to life, and that's it?!" He yelled.

"Wilbur! Don't raise your voice at me, I'm happy he is back!" Philza said.

"Well, you don't show it!" They argued.