Time travel to fix everything

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I MADE A OMORI BOOK WOOO!!! IT'S PUBLISHED! :D

In this oneshot chapter, the au is about everyone hates Tommy for the things 'he' done, and Wilbur has been revived and Dream isn't in prison
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Tommy, he was once a lovable and energetic child.



Was


He is now just a broken and traumatized child soldier that has everyone hating him. For the things he had done, was it really his doings though?
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Tommy was walking around the smp, as usual. (Bo en why, why did you have to play pale machine at a moment like this ;-;) he walked pass some members of the smp, they just either scowl or look at him with disgust. Ah yes, the usual.

Everyone hates him a lot, and he agrees with it. He hates himself too, he would rather sleep—

(BO EN, AGAIN?! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO PLAY MY TIME, LITERALLY THE LYRICS SAYS "OYASUMI OYASUMI, CLOSE YOUR EYES AND YOU'LL LEAVE THIS DREAM"—)

He is tired, he wants to have a good sleep. But it wasn't possible isn't it? The members won't allow that. They like to make his life miserable, and Tommy thinks he does deserve it.

If only he didn't got to the smp...

And that's why he's doing this project. A project that'll send him into the past, for him to prevent something that will happen.
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The sun was falling, making the sky turn red and orange. The sky looks like blood and fire to Tommy, seeing that he lived with a life of bloodshed and wars.

The time machine was complete yesterday, and he is now ready to travel back into time. He's kind of scared though, but he shouldn't be scared, it was selfish of him if he doesn't fix the problems.

He sighs, as he pulled the black cloak over his head. He has hidden weapons all around is body, and he changed his clothes for this.

He wore a simple long sleeved white buttoned up shirt, a simple black pants, fingerless gloves and black-ish boots that almost reaches his knee. Of course, he has a black cloak as mentioned, the cloak reaching half of his boots and covered his hair eyes and hands.

He also wore a mask, a night blue kind of color. It is a nice outfit for his opion.

He started to walk up to the time machine, hesitate to his action. What if he messes up? What if he does something wrong? He might not admit this to others, but he's scared. Scared that he'll mess up things more. Scared that people will not hate him, but despise him.

But he has to do it.

He steps closer to the portal, taking one steps at a time. He stopped in front of it, reaching a hand out. Now his hand is a inch away from actually touching the portal.

He took a deep breath, he then walked in the portal.

"It's now or never" he last said until, he disappear from his timeline.

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