Dream SMP - The Valley AU

Chapter One

Every time I saw Tommy, I thought of Phil's words. He was a constant reminder of who he had replaced. I knew that with time it would fade, and we could be normal brothers, but the scars would stay for longer than we wanted. I was probably the least favorite child. Phil never helped me practice archery, but he always helped Wilbur with guitar, and he spent the rest of his time with Tommy. I understood why he needed to be with Tommy; he was still a child. But Wilbur got all of the attention; it bothered me. I'd tell myself that a soldier must be independent, but that wasn't true. Soldiers were a team that worked together for a common goal. Soldiers were like a family. But was I in a real family? Most of the time, we just called our dad Dad, Phil. It was natural. My favorite part of the day is when we meet in our backyard and gaze into the sunset. We never missed a day. Phil would play guitar, and I would braid my hair. We all enjoyed it. Occasionally, other family's would come too. Tommy's friend Tubbo, I sometimes heard demanding to come. It's incredible how close they are. The only person in the town that is my age is Wilbur. I was letting my mind run into its dimension. Or that's what I call it. Sometimes I can feel my opinions and thoughts retreat, being replaced with hundreds of voices telling me to do terrible things. I don't know why, nor have I told anyone. Maybe I'm afraid they won't believe me, or perhaps I think they'll be worried. I don't know for sure. That's just how I am. There's always a decision in my head, but it isn't always available for me to see.

Sometimes I wonder what they tell Tommy I'm doing. Phil doesn't want Tommy anywhere near my arrows. He says that they are 'too dangerous,' but I was just about a year older than Tommy when I started. He's still a human, and he would understand that it's dangerous. Wilbur and I knew a lot about kids being stereotyped. When we spent time home alone while Mom and Dad were at the hospital, our neighbors were worried about us. They thought we might hurt ourselves or have issues making food, but me and Wilbur knew how to take care of ourselves.

No matter how I talk about Wilbur, we're close. We love to run through the field together. If we weren't tired, we would spend hours at a time running through the grass & weeds. It's harder to be close with Tommy. He always shouts whatever he is thinking, and never really has a filter. Well, his thoughts about what is happening, he doesn't talk about much else. Phil tries, but he's just troublesome. Wilbur has always seemed fine with it. The noise somehow looks like it calms him. I'm alright with being the one who spends their time alone; it gives me so much time to think. Sometimes I wonder what they think of me; they never talk to me about what I was doing. Maybe Tommy is curious. Nobody knows what he likes to do. He just sits and talks, and that's about it. I sometimes wish I was Tommy. I wouldn't know anything about Mom, and I wouldn't have to think about her death as much.