A Ghost's Guide to Life (MCYT) (Shipping and Language Free)

The Incident

Tommy

The prison always gave him chills.

Uncomfortable, small chills that would go up his spine and catch in his breath.

Maybe it was the man inside it that made it so weird. Or maybe it was your footsteps echoed when you stepped, and you could hear the red stone working behind the walls.

Whatever. It's not like he cared.

"Please step on the platform." Sam said.

Sam had changed. Why did he have to change. Tommy had thought that he had one secure thing in his miserable life, but even he changed. Now he was serious, and stern. Tommy wanted the father-figure man back, the type to show him magic tricks to make him smile on a bad day. Where did that Sam go?

Tommy did as he asked. He felt the platform move under his feet, and within a minute he had reached it and was in the cell.

Finally Dream didn't look so good.

His mask was melted, and there was a large chunk of it missing. Enough so that you could see his twisted green eyes, trying to come up with a way to manipulate you. To make you his.

Tommy shook his head. Not today, not any other day. He would never let Dream do anything to him.

"Tommy!" Dream said. He had the audacity to act happy.

"Don't act happy to see me." Tommy said. "Don't even look at me. I'm just here- here to, get closure." Tommy laughed to himself. "Dream, you useless man. You thought you were so smart. But you got yourself caught."

"Tommy, you know that I've missed you." Dream said. Tommy hated his tone, the tone used on a child. After what Tommy had been through, he was anything but a child.

"Oi, shut up." Tommy said. "You're just gonna manipulate me. Again."

"Tommy, I never manipulated you." Dream said. Tommy wanted to slap Dream, then himself for almost believing him.

Almost.

"Liar." Tommy said. "You know Dream,  I don't even think this 'Revive Book' is even real. It's just another one of your lies to get me to care."

He hadn't meant to say "me". He meant "us". How did he mess that up...

"Tommy," Dream started.

"No. Your pathetic, and a liar. Soon Technoblade will be locked up, and the server will be at peace. Full, quiet peace."

Peace sounded nice.

"Tommy," Dream paused, thinking. Tommy could practically hear the gears turning in his head. "How about I prove it to you."

Tommy felt that cold feeling again, even though it was insanely hot.

"What do you mean by that." Tommy said. There were two ways that it could go, and he didn't like both of them.

"Tommy," Dream said, inching closer to him.

"Get away," Tommy said quickly, backing away. But he could feel the lava behind his back, hot and bubbling.

"See you in a bit." Dream said, then pushed him in.

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Dark.

Cold.

There was no feeling in his limbs. His death had been fast, quick, and simple.

"Kid?" He heard a voice say.

A voice he had hated for so long. That man had caused his brother to go mad.

Tommy opened his eyes. It didn't help much, other than that he could see them.

A man with brown hair, a goatee, and goat horns. He wore a black suit with a red tie.

Next was a man who looked like a short, friendly, Mexican version of Dream.

Finally, he saw the man that had never left Tommy, even after he had died.

He still wore that old trench coat and beanie.

"Tommy?" He said.

Tommy wanted to hug him, slap him and kill him again all at once.

"Ayup, I guess." Tommy tried. He wanted to sound like this was what he was expecting. That he liked it.

He did not like it at all.

"Man, I thought you would make it to at least 30." He said. So he had been guessing how long he would live?

For some reason that made Tommy insanely mad.

"Got some nerve, Soot." Was all he said.

"EY, ME GUSTA!!" Mexican Dream yelled, running over to him.

"MEXICAN DREAM!!" Tommy yelled.

Maybe things there would be okay after all.