But it wasn't long that the child died of Hypothermia and was brought back home too late, Techno and Philza grieved sadly that night, they were buried up in a secluded spot up a mountain near the house, it was a spot the three would have little parties Y/n would host.
But now, the tea's cold and the cookies taste bad, it was just never the same without them, death maybe a part of life but them leaving so soon is what scarred.
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Y/n opened their eyes, and sat up looking around the room, they spot a woman sitting on a rocking chair, the child looks down to their hands and they gasp at the gastly sight of frostbite on their fingers, the woman looks up from her book to the child sitting on the bed, 'Oh, Your finally awake dear one.' She says her voice so comforting.
The child flinches and goes backward backing themself up in a corner when the woman walked up to the child, she knelt down and offered her hand to the child, 'It's alright, your safe here..' She smiles lovingly at the child, their face contorts and a broken sob left their throat, they reach up to her and hold on to her wrapping their arms around her neck, she sighs and rubs the child back, they cried because they were confused and scared.
Kristin didn't expect a child to die so young but alas she's escorted children younger than the child crying in her arms, especially the little ones that had died after they were given birth to, entering the world with a tiny fragile body and holding up a struggle to stay alive only for them to die a few months later.
Kristin was the goddess of death, Philza was an Angel of death, Philza guides the souls of the dead and Kristin would welcome them with open arms to her kingdom, where they could no longer suffer and live in eternal peace.
After a few months Kristin had learned that the child currently residing in her home was in fact Philza's child, he had written her a letter of checking up on her and broke down the new to her that his child died, she frowned as she ran a hand through the sleeping child's hair, sighing as she looks down at their peaceful face.
Kristin took Y/n under her wing and took the role of their Mother, the child couldn't remember about Philza when Kristin asked about him, this was an upsetting discovery for her not only Philza lost his child but they couldn't remember him at all..
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Off from somewhere else, Dream was inside his base sharpening his axe, the light of the setting sun shone through the window shining against the enchanted netherite giving it its purple shine.
He thought about Tommy, how he escaped exile and lost him, Tommy was probably far away somewhere else probably camping away.
Dream can play this waiting game but eventually his patience will run thin and someone could get hurt in the midst of all this, Dream took off his mask after he finished and took a big breath closing his eyes, he opened them his forest green eyes glowing with malicious intent and chaos in mind.
Dream will get what he wants and he no longer cares if he'd have to take it by force or if he'd have to sacrifice someone's life if he had to.
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From now on this book will no longer follow the dream smp canon, only just little bits but in future events things that will happen after this chapter doesn't follow dream smp canon.
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FanfictionTommy in exile, tries to start all over again and survive all on his own alone, but he wasn't truly alone for a phantom child had taken an interest towards the british blonde. This child with unknown origin has made their way into his heart and has...
